The woman in the robe was directly smashed through the chest by David's punch. David's powerful spatial ability allowed him to generate spatial fluctuations when throwing a punch, delivering a force far beyond what a zombie could withstand.

Wide-eyed, the woman in the robe fell to the ground in disbelief. In the instant she fell, her body began to decay slowly, and a swarm of golden-shelled insects suddenly flew out from her decaying corpse.

Not only her, but the three zombies killed by David earlier had the same outcome. As these golden-shelled insects emerged from their bodies, the flesh turned into black, unidentifiable objects. The insects then flew northeast toward the town.

Watching these disappearing insects, David looked puzzled. However, the most important thing at the moment was his teammates. He walked over to Arnold, who had already regained consciousness and no longer had a vacant expression. It wasn't just Arnold—Sally, Sophie, and the others were also gradually returning to normal.

"David, what happened just now? Why was I crying? Where are those actors?" Arnold touched the tears on his face, puzzled.

David didn't have time to explain to them because the commotion from the audience below was getting louder and louder. After David hunted down the actors on stage, more than a hundred zombies in the audience completely lost control. They recovered one by one, glaring fiercely at David and his group.

"Hiss, hiss." The sound of more than a hundred zombies hissing became piercing, as they surrounded David and the others, poised to charge.

"Oh no! How did we alert so many zombies?" Arnold exclaimed in surprise, immediately activating his werewolf mode. The others also assumed combat postures, cautiously watching these creatures.

"This is the purpose of our training this time, everyone listen up, it's time to fight!" David smiled faintly, drew out his alloy dagger, and led the charge into the horde of zombies. They had come such a long way this time to seek out zombies and improve their own strength. Now, with so many zombies right in front of them, it was a perfect opportunity! Seeing David charging in and starting the slaughter, the others didn't hesitate and began a gratifying massacre.

In the northeast direction of the town, "Fatso, I've had a huge loss today! It's been a whole day and there's nothing valuable? This poor town, from now on, I'll curse it!" Fatso rummaged through a room, hoping to find some useful supplies.

But from daytime until now, all he found was a dagger and a few boxes of compressed biscuits. Other than that, there were no other gains.

As an ordinary person without awakened abilities in the apocalypse, Fatso had always played the role of a scavenger, as the name suggests—collecting items left behind by others during the apocalypse. Unlike the Rat Tribe, scavengers never actively plunder others' belongings, let alone kill others for resources.

Of course, except for the time when Fatso was attracted by David's plentiful gene fruits, which was the first time he broke the scavenger's rules. This time, Fatso came to Town D because he heard that there were abundant supplies here, and he thought he could simply carry a sack and leave with plenty of goods. But in reality, he only found a pitifully small amount.

"From now on, I won't trust others' words, what a waste!" Fatso plopped down on a couch, dejectedly muttering to himself. At the same time, he couldn't help but think of the large quantity of gene fruits in David's tent. It made him feel even more regretful. Finally obtaining something, only to be discovered by David and obediently putting it back.

If it weren't for the fact that David was not an easy person to mess with, Fatso would have tried to snatch a few for himself. Although Fatso was not an esper with awakened abilities, he was skilled in martial arts.

Upon entering D Town, he had already killed three or four zombies with his knife. Not only that, this guy had a sharp mind and knew well how to navigate social situations, which allowed him to survive in the post-apocalyptic world. Now, after sighing, Fatso walked out of the house.

He planned to explore other places and if there were no gains, he would quickly head back. "If all else fails, I can always go to that guy's greenhouse later and help myself to a few fruits! As a wanderer, I deserve some respect, right?" Fatso contemplated. historical

Just as Fatso was about to open the door to another room, he suddenly heard sounds of fighting coming from the center of the town. Among the clashes, there were also pitiful cries of agony.

"Zombie sounds? And human voices too?" Fatso immediately recognized that the cries were made by the zombies, while the faint shouts belonged to humans. This made him furrow his brows. When he came in, he had already confirmed that there were no people in D Town, and certainly no one had entered. So how could humans suddenly appear?

After a moment of consideration, Fatso decided to go and investigate. Perhaps he could take advantage of the situation and find a couple of powerful weapons. He swiftly moved towards the direction of the fight.

David, leading his team, was enjoying the thrill of hunting in the midst of the zombie horde. He considered these low-level zombies as weak and fragile ants. He effortlessly sliced through them, as if cutting vegetables. The sound of the system constantly echoed in his ears, and in no time, he had acquired a large number of low-level crystals. The other team members had similar experiences, exerting their full combat abilities against the zombies.

Even Sophie floated in the air, using her newly acquired Stellar Fall to kill the zombies. Although its power was low, whenever she hit a zombie, Arnold would immediately pounce on it and tear it apart. Their coordination was seamless, turning the once silent town into chaos. The air was filled with the stench of decaying flesh.

At this moment, Fatso climbed onto a rooftop and observed the situation from there. "Oh my god! Is this a zombie convention? Why are there so many zombies?" The densely packed zombies widened his eyes. He swore that he had never seen so many zombies in his life, let alone witnessed them collectively attacking humans. He spotted the members of the Embers squad. Soon, his gaze locked onto David.

"Huh? Isn't that the guy?" Fatso muttered in a low voice, feeling puzzled. He hadn't expected to encounter David here, and it seemed he was leading his own team.

"What is he doing here?" With questions lingering in his mind, Fatso continued to observe.