That green energy surged through his nostrils into his lungs, then burst apart.
It was like tiny stars lighting up inside his blood vessels.
His entire body was healed.
The fatigue accumulated in his body, that aching soreness seeping from deep within his bones, diminished by thirty percent in that instant.
What delighted Yang Yong even more was that his nearly depleted supernatural power was recovering, drop by drop.
One drop.
Then another.
That felt good.
"Now that the Light Gate has shattered, no more zombies will come attacking through it."
At last, a trace of confidence entered Yang Yong's voice.
"This time, we'll have to prepare to counterattack the zombies."
Every single Sequence Transcendent in the Survival Convoy sat cross-legged within the Ten-Meter Ghost Domain, racing against time to recover their supernatural power.
Yang Yong gritted his teeth and lifted the cover over the World Tree Sapling.
The sapling was so delicate it looked as though a touch would shatter it.
Yezi slept carefully on one of the sapling's leaves, her tiny body curled up.
In an instant, the concentration of healing energy within the Ten-Meter Ghost Domain climbed once more.
If before they had been drinking water to quench their thirst, now they were receiving an IV to keep them alive.
Yang Yong shifted his gaze from the others to Cao Xianming.
"What are you looking at me for? Is there writing on my face?"
Cao Xianming took the opportunity to step out of the off-road vehicle.
"The Light Gate has dissipated now, but even if ten thousand zombies didn't pour through, at least nine thousand did."
Cao Xianming looked around at everyone.
"It'll be very difficult to wipe out all these zombies with just our convoy's people."
"We need to organize the survivors in the Outer City."