Zombie Apocalypse: Reborn With A Farming Space Chapter 823: Mo Family ( 1 )

The dark blaze transformed into a blazing barrier that rapidly spread outward, causing the snow to melt right away. As the structure served as the focal point, the barrier pushed onward relentlessly.

Within under two minutes, the zone spanning 500 meters around the hypermart shed its snowy blanket entirely. As the ice thawed, the earth turned soggy, blended with dark residues. A potent, foul odor permeated the atmosphere at once.

With their leader making the initial action, the other team members jumped down from the roof and scattered in various paths.

Prior to departing alongside his squad, Qin Luzi cast a look toward the hypermart's doorway.

The individuals concealed behind the shuttered metal gate were taken aback by his look. It required a short while for them to recover and understand that they ought not to have been noticeable past the gate.

Not long after the Phantom Team's departure, the band of survivors ascended to the third level. Upon reaching there, they found women occupied with preparing two kettles of watery porridge, as the males inspected their arms.

Spotting their arrival, one person inquired, "How did it go? Did you uncover their origins?"

A youthful fellow shook his head and answered, "They don uniforms and appear like troops. Yet we spotted no badges on their attire, so we figured they might be hired fighters."

Upon hearing that, a man in his middle years knitted his brows and remarked, "Figured? If you're uncertain, why not inquire straight from them?"

"Brother, do you believe we didn't wish to? We've awaited the perfect chance. But you witnessed their power too. In one swift action, they dissolved all the snow. We hadn't even begun to lift the gate before they vanished," the young fellow responded with irritation.

Before the middle-aged man could counter, a fellow around forty years old lifted his hand and declared, "Stop it. This isn't the moment for disputes."

At his words, silence fell over the group. The man gazed out the window and instructed, "Assemble our folks and prepare. We'll venture out to assess the conditions in thirty minutes."

"Boss, the outside remains a mystery. It's far too risky for us to head out at this point," the youth attempted to convince him.

The man denied with a shake of his head and explained, "Thanks to those folks removing the snow, this presents the ideal opportunity. Should we wait excessively, the snow will accumulate once more, making exit challenging."

"We've lingered here nearly nine months, and our provisions are largely depleted. Without securing additional resources, death looms inevitable."

His statement prompted everyone to finally hold their tongues.

They had believed this spot offered refuge. Yet after such duration, supplies would soon dwindle. Eventually, they'd confront the same fate as the nearby survivor outpost.

The mere image of those skeletal remains strewn beyond the outpost sent chills through them.

Aware of no alternatives, the males set about organizing. The females, meanwhile, could merely hope for their well-being. Having coexisted for so extended a period, certain pairs had formed romantic bonds, and many women carried children.

To safeguard the delivery and the infants' futures, the men needed to forage for more goods. Though dread gripped them, visions of their partners and future offspring awaiting their return ignited resolve within.

Thirty minutes passed, and the clamor of a sliding metal gate resounded across the vicinity, followed shortly by a band of figures emerging. All were bundled head to foot, gripping weapons firmly.

Perched at the rooftop's brink, Jin Xuyan watched them briefly. The majority qualified as mutants, though just one had advanced to level 2. Others hovered at level 0 or 1.

Based on their capabilities, he inferred that since settling here, they had avoided zombie hunts. Lacking training, their advancements stalled, depriving them of battle insights.

In this era of evolved zombies and mutants, their present power offered slimmer than 5% survival odds. They had squandered the prime phase for honing skills and elevating their powers.

Arriving at this assessment, Jin Xuyan let out a sigh.

Once the party exited the zone, he trailed them from afar. His eyes held a complex expression toward the frontmost figure.

In his prior existence, this individual had attained level 5 by now. Yet reborn without crossing paths, his development lagged dramatically.

Rather than overseeing Sanchou Base, he had secluded himself here. Jin Xuyan pondered who now commanded the base in his absence.

Owing to the Phantom Team's efforts, the group advanced without hitch. The paths lay free of snow barriers and undead threats.

Jubilation rose as they raided forsaken homes, shops, and structures. Absent space mutants, they resorted to bags, packs, or burlap for hauling loot.

The chill had preserved most provisions as viable frozen items. However, medications and fluids had degraded, rendering them useless.

Finding no further details worthwhile from them, Jin Xuyan veered toward another route. Now, he headed straight for Sanchou City's sole base.

Via his satellite device, he contacted Zhang Yuan. The line connected following a few tones.

"Captain, any instructions?"

"Heading to the base. Relay to the team to persist in city clearance. I'll await your arrival there."

"Got it."

After briefing his crew, Jin Xuyan bounded across rooftops, arriving in under two hours before a sturdy wall of stone and earth.

Surveying the base—both known and altered—a faint smile tugged at his mouth. This had been his stronghold in the last life, Huaxia's mightiest bastion.