Things were incredibly easy on Chen Luo's end, but the others had no such luck.
Over on the ordinary members' side.
Each squad had ten people, ideally three Flesh users and seven Elemental System users. Although Chen Luo strongly supported Light users, there were too few to put one in every squad.
Zombies had been slow before because they were like three-year-olds, unable to control their bodies and lacking coordination. As their levels rose, they gradually got the hang of it, becoming more like eight- or nine-year-olds.
Anyone hoping to keep taking advantage of their slow speed could forget it.
If a lone zombie saw so many people, it would turn tail and run to call its companions.
With luck, they could corner a lone zombie and kill it easily, but they were far more likely to be cornered by roughly an equal number of zombies.
In that situation, the members would retreat temporarily and use their walkie-talkies to call nearby teammates over to surround the zombies and attack from both sides.
But that was the ideal scenario. Often, a head-on clash with roughly an equal number of zombies was unavoidable.
Chen Luo's members understood tactics and teamwork and had plenty of combat experience. Even in that situation, they could win.
But with level-three teammates among them, the fights were often difficult. Injuries were inevitable, and deaths were common too.
With bad luck, encountering one with a special ability-or even a mutant-could easily wipe out an entire squad.
The Tortoise-Shell Shields could only greatly improve their odds of survival.
Over on Xia Haoran's end, his pair of iron fists were brutally powerful.
Xia Haoran always operated alone.
When zombies encountered a lone wolf, they would simply pounce.
At level five, Xia Haoran's punching power approached level six. Usually, one full-strength