Door

"Living Corpse King..."

The moment the group heard the name of their ultimate target, they suddenly fell into a dead silence.

If this so-called zombie leader had appeared before they entered the Street of the Living Dead, it would have been enough to boost everyone's morale; after all, discovering a new type of mutant creature was equivalent to paving the way for future success!

However, after enduring this hellish journey, sacrificing nearly 80% of their members, and witnessing those monstrous, flood-like zombie hordes, everyone felt a heavy, crushing weight pressing down on their hearts.

If even the minions were this difficult to deal with, would they stand a chance against the upcoming BOSS?

Xia Leng had felt this way from the very beginning. When he first sensed this extremely dangerous, unfamiliar enemy while infiltrating the center of the commercial district, he knew that fighting alone would be an unwise choice. Yet, his subconscious kept tempting him to investigate, as if the encounter could grant him a significant boost in strength.

That was why he had manipulated two mercenary squads into fighting alongside him, though he hadn't expected the living corpses encountered along the way to be even more troublesome than imagined!

Now that they had reached the BOSS, the entire team was reduced to only about 10 members.

"Hey! Are you trying to play us again?! Where did you run off to when the fighting started earlier?!"

Philip strode over, burning with rage, preparing to grab the man in front of him for questioning, but he was blocked by Captain Gilbert.

"His words might be true. I also sensed that special aura on this floor..."

Gilbert said weakly, his lips pale from excessive blood loss.

Both of them possessed exceptional danger-sensing abilities, allowing them to detect the presence of dangerous enemies in advance.

Just behind the corner of the wall where Xia Leng was leaning lay the source of this dangerous aura.

Furthermore, this was the only aura present; it seemed as if no other zombies existed on this floor, as if a king's bedchamber would not tolerate the presence of commoners.

The thirteenth floor was an extremely spacious office level, nearly 4,000 square meters—roughly the size of a football field.

The floor had originally been rented out as a securities firm, with thousands of desks and chairs neatly arranged—a workspace for the social elite.

But now, it had been reduced to a scene of devastation. Desks stained with the dried blood of the old era were overturned, and rotting documents were scattered everywhere. Because sunlight never reached this deep, the entire office floor felt incredibly gloomy and damp.

Another reason Xia Leng was certain the BOSS was on this floor was that a faint, hard-to-detect trail of blood stretched from the bottom of the stairs all the way to this level, occasionally mixed with tiny specks of flesh.

With his keen perception, he could tell at a glance that the blood and flesh belonged to humans—the very same group of drifters he had seen wiped out during his first visit here!

The living corpses had been transporting the bodies of those drifters to this floor, presumably as an offering for the Living Corpse King to consume!

After the mercenaries and the two captains caught up, Xia Leng carefully poked his head out to observe the interior of the floor.

Having devoured those dozens of living corpses on the stairs just moments ago, Xia Leng realized his night vision had been slightly enhanced, allowing him to see clearly within a range of several dozen meters in the dark.

Night vision was also one of the traits of the living corpses, and now, having devoured them, Xia Leng had acquired it!

He shifted his gaze, but within his field of vision, he saw no signs of any living things; there were only countless scraps of paper scattered on the ground, and the silence was eerily profound.

Perhaps the Living Corpse King was still hidden in a deeper location.

"Let's keep moving forward. It might be hiding in some dark corner," Xia Leng said.

"You walk in front this time! I don't want you running off again when we start fighting the enemy!" Captain Philip was determined to keep a close eye on this man; deep down, he still didn't trust him.

Xia Leng didn't say anything in response. He simply flashed a bizarre smile at the burly Apocalypse Warrior, stepped out from behind the corner, and walked straight into the darkness.

Even if they failed to defeat the Living Corpse King later, Xia Leng was confident that his escape speed would allow him to leave these people far behind, using them as bait to hold off the pursuing enemy...

"Damn it, are you mocking me?" Philip had seen him smile at him for the first time and, thinking he was being ridiculed for his cowardice, was about to lash out again.

"Enough. Don't start infighting at a time like this. We'll follow behind him. Everyone, turn on your night-vision goggles and give your full focus to the upcoming battle."

Gilbert took a deep breath, followed behind Xia Leng, and raised his rifle with his slightly trembling, injured arm, maintaining a combat stance.

Now, the remaining 10-man team formed a "person"-shaped attack formation and stepped into the gloomy office ruins.

Xia Leng walked at the very front, maintaining high vigilance throughout. The muscles in his arm holding the Titanium Blade were taut; the moment the enemy appeared, he would unleash a full-force attack!

He knew that since he had detected the enemy's presence, the Zombie King must have also become aware of their arrival.

The floor was deathly quiet. Even the exceptionally slow footsteps of the group sounded piercingly loud, and everyone's heartbeat quickened with every step they took.

The two mercenaries at the back of the team, carrying searchlights, occasionally swept their beams around, but aside from the ruins, they found no signs of any living entity. Was the Living Corpse King hiding under the countless desks?

If they had to overturn every desk to check, it would probably take them an hour.

Just as the group was about to reach the end of the office floor, they suddenly spotted a door on the wall ahead. The nameplate on the door read: [CEO Office].

At that exact moment, Xia Leng and Gilbert both sensed the dangerous aura emanating from behind that door again. The target was very likely right behind it!!

However, no one dared to open the door rashly, as there could be traps waiting for them on the other side.

After the hardships they had endured, no one dared to underestimate the intelligence of the zombies anymore...

"Go, use the sticky explosives to blow that door open."

Gilbert made a standard mercenary combat gesture, signaling the last remaining demolitionist to carry out the task.

Upon receiving the order, the demolitionist took a sticky bomb from his pouch and walked toward the door that concealed the danger.

He approached the door cautiously, attached the sticky bomb, and began setting the detonation timer.

Everyone held their breath, aiming their weapons forward. The moment the door was blown open, it would be the moment they launched a surprise attack on the enemy!

In battle, it was better to take the initiative and launch a fierce assault than to be passive.

At this moment, the tense atmosphere was so thick that even the thick-skinned Philip couldn't help but swallow hard.

"K!"

After setting the detonator, the demolitionist made a K gesture and turned around, preparing to head back.

Suddenly, at that very instant!!!

The dangerous aura behind the door surged violently once more, causing the pupils of both Xia Leng and Gilbert to dilate simultaneously!