Holy light poured out, blanketing everything.
Like a layer of brilliant white silk, it covered the street.
The zombies lunging toward them instantly slowed under the holy light, every step visibly hindered.
Xiao Xuan charged out right behind it.
Her fists were not large; they could even be called tiny.
But the moment she clenched them, dazzling Buddha light shone through her fingers, gathering ever brighter until both fists were coated in gold.
Bam!
A zombie was blasted away by his punch, tumbling several times through the air before slamming into a wall and cracking it.
The zombie struggled to get up, only to find a large dent in its chest and its limbs no longer responding.
Yang Yong's Heavenly Dragon Slash Flying Daggers followed immediately.
The flying daggers circled through the air like a school of living fish.
They sliced precisely into the area shrouded in holy light, finding the slowed zombies.
They targeted the joints of their limbs, slicing, piercing, and shredding.
Crack, crack, crack.
The sounds of breaking bones mingled with the tearing of rotten flesh.
Before those zombies could fall, their limbs had already stopped working.
Like puppets stripped of their frames, they collapsed limply to the ground.
The logistics robots surged out again, swiftly collecting them.
Mission progress: 51/100. 52/100. 57/100. 63/100.
The numbers kept ticking up, but Cao Xianming's brow furrowed ever deeper.
He stared at the parameters on the Light Screen...
That hair-raising sensation was still there... it had never disappeared.
The eerie had already arrived; it simply had not revealed itself yet.
It was hiding somewhere, waiting, watching.
Cao Xianming's fingers slid rapidly across the data model.
He was tracing the source of that anomaly.
But the red dot flickered on and off across the Light Screen, its position shifting