Chapter 442: Unknown Mutant Appears

A violent rainstorm poured down, heavy dark clouds gathered above Long'an Base.

In the midst of the zombie horde, a dark-red sword flashed out at high speed.

When the icy sword light pierced the head of the last attacker, cheers erupted all around the battlefield.

Heedless of the torrential rain and corpses littering the ground, shouts like a tsunami rose instantly.

Lord Lin An!

Invincible!

We won!

I don't know if it's tears or rain.

Soaked, the soldier pressed to his forehead quickly wiped the rain from his face, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Invincible!

What does invincible mean! Lin An is invincible!

The mutants that everyone chased, fleeing the city, were utterly no match for Lin An.

After two days of intense combat, everyone's stamina and spirit had reached their limits.

Long'an Base had too few personnel; facing the massive zombie horde, each person wished they could work as two.

So-called rotation was merely a brief rest.

From the zombie horde's all-out attack to now, after 46 hours and 07 minutes of fierce battle, all mutants have been completely wiped out.

Dark red blood mixed with unknown flesh fragments, washed together by the rain.

Apart from the remaining zombie horde, no trace of mutants could be seen on the battlefield.

Compared to the previous zombie horde of nearly 400,000, the remaining zombies now number less than 100,000.

Victory is at hand.

As long as we wipe out the remaining zombies, the mission can be completed.

Although we don't know what the reward for completing the mission is, just the corpses of these mutants and the equipment they drop would be enough to make Long'an Base rolling in wealth.

Moreover, without mission pressure, the base could openly recruit personnel; they no longer had to hide like turtles, afraid to speak even on chat channels.

After completing the mission, they would become the inaugural members of the first official safe zone in the apocalypse!

Just thinking about it, smiles blossomed on everyone's faces from the heart.

The crowd rallied their spirits, gazing at Lin An still fighting nonstop, their eyes full of sincere admiration.

He's too fierce, single-handedly battling the zombie horde.

But they also noticed that Lin An had stopped using spiritual energy, relying solely on pure physical strength to slay zombies.

Lord Lin An... must be exhausted too...

That dazzling white light has flashed too many times.

As members of Long'an Base, they know Awakened Ones constantly use skills, and the consumption will be huge.

Thinking of this, the remaining soldiers couldn't help but shout spontaneously:

Brothers!

Grab your guns! Exterminate these monsters! Help Lord Lin An share the burden!

The zombie horde has always been locked onto Lin An, so they don't have to worry much about zombie danger.

Although they had previously helped by firing, eliminating zombies.

But under Jing Tian's command, the soldiers still cautiously kept their distance.

After all, at that time the mutants weren't dead yet.

Although they were all drawn to Lin An, there was still danger.

Now, however, it's different.

Without the mutant threat, many soldiers even eagerly injected themselves with stimulants, grabbing machine guns and charging at the remaining zombies.

Running while firing.

The closer, the easier to hit.

Lord Lin An has already done more than enough!

These lowly zombie grunts, it's up to us to finish them!

Almost everyone shared this thought.

Victory is at hand.

With morale soaring to its peak, even the medical corps formed by female students from the dance academy dared to charge forward with pistols.

Those with ammo fired; those who ran out even wanted to charge in with cold weapons.

The Awakened Ones surrounding Gao Tian watched the scene and couldn't help but eagerly want to join the fight.

Although their mental and physical strength had reached their limits, killing some zombies was still no problem.

Captain Gao! Let's go up!

Let Mo Ling disrupt the zombie horde, we'll charge together! Exterminate these zombies! They're not many!

Unexpectedly.

After Gao Tian quickly communicated with Lin An, he solemnly roared loudly:

Retreat!

Everyone, fall back!

Maintain vigilance!

Don't get close to the remaining zombies!

!?

Just as a large group of soldiers were about to charge forward, hearing the voice they froze, puzzled, looking toward Gao Tian.

Why?

The mutants are all dead; where in the zombie horde could there still be any monster?

Lord Lin An was clearly exhausted, and even the few at the very front could see his chest rising and falling as he panted nonstop.

He gave them no chance to act foolishly.

Almost the instant after Gao Tian shouted, Lin An instantly used his psychic power to project his voice:

"All units, hear my command!"

"Retreat!"

Just like an imperial decree.

Between absolute trust and instinct, the soldiers had no choice but to halt their steps toward the zombie tide.

At the center of the zombie horde, Lin An instantly flashed into midair, his remaining psychic power erupting again in the Sky-Step technique.

His eyes wary, he stared fixedly at the dark‑red "carpet" beneath his feet, spread like minced meat.

His arm trembled slightly.

The dark‑red Blood Abyss in his right hand already bore slight damage to its blade.

The High‑Frequency Weapon is effective, but wear and tear are inevitable when clashing head‑on with mutants.

Drop by drop, rainwater fell along his forehead, his breathing heavy.

Although he feigned weakness to lure the unknown mutant,

he was indeed somewhat tired.

He repeatedly unleashed the Celestial Human form, employing the Soul Shriek.

Under intense mental strain, his brain worked like an overclocked crystal, the heat it gave off even evaporating the rain on his body into mist.

All firepower stalled.

Just three seconds earlier, as he finished killing the last Second‑Level mutant, a strong premonition—his psychic sense—detected two faint traces seeking to surround him.

Like murky wastewater.

Unknown mutant!

Although he didn't know how these two monsters had restrained themselves until now to act, Lin An saw no need to investigate.

He only knew that, though there were clearly two auras, they instantly merged into one.

From an angle unseen by the crowd, the thick corpse‑mud under his feet was rapidly gathering.

As if it were nurturing and reshaping something.

Thus, Lin An had just shouted angrily, gesturing for everyone to stay back.

An aberration erupted!

The fused mutant seemed to sense that its presence had been exposed.

With hardly a pause, torrents of blood surged toward Lin An's feet, and under their drag they somehow formed a wave out of thin air.

He exploded backward, his gaze grave.

Lin An casually thrust a Divine Pierce, but found it had no effect.

Minced flesh, shattered bone, ash.

On the battlefield, the zombies' corpses were wasted not at all, mixed together as if tossed into a blender.

A flat‑land tornado, a corpse‑bone storm.

The howling zombies were swept up by the gale, flailing their limbs wildly as they were drawn in.

Their necks were driven into their chests by the high‑speed rotation, limbs compressed.

As if building blocks.

Almost in an instant, a great number of zombies were swept into the corpse‑bone storm together and pulverized.

The transformation speed was extremely fast.

In the stunned gaze of the crowd, the corpse‑bone storm suddenly contracted inward, condensing.

The gale faded.

Waves of pressure emanated, making the onlookers involuntarily hold their breath.

What... is this?!

"Weng--!"

A soul‑shaking roar.