When the broadcast ended, they all looked up after reading it, their eyes filled with shock and unease.
For a moment, He Zheng even forgot to inject himself.
Seven rounds of pursuit? Once a day?
The zombie horde that had nearly wiped them out was only the first round, on the lowest difficulty?
They had known they had to survive for seven days, and that the monsters could find them.
But surviving and being hunted were two entirely different things.
"Fuck! Seven rounds would be bad enough, but the fucking difficulty doubles too!"
"Just kill us already! At least let me die quickly!"
He Zheng couldn't help cursing aloud.
Watching the countdown begin to tick, he laughed in sheer fury, unsure whether he was laughing at the system's cruelty or raging at how they were being toyed with like insects, powerless to fight back.
Looking at the Antidote in his hand, he almost wanted to just become a zombie and be done with it.
Hu Jia's face was deathly pale. Already drained from losing too much blood, he now looked positively ashen, like a corpse.
"Lin, An Ke... what are we going to face next?! Does this increase in difficulty mean Mutants, or the overall difficulty?"
He looked to Ye Lin, and even An Ke, for help, hoping they could offer some reassurance.
If stronger Mutants appeared, then, selfishly speaking, Ye Lin and the other strongest members could deal with them.
But if the overall difficulty increased, that meant his chances of surviving would only grow slimmer.
Unlike Zhang Tie, who was too simple and easygoing to worry, or He Zheng, who was used to risking his life, he couldn't bear to imagine what they would face in the next round.
Yet faced with his terrified gaze, An Ke gave