Regarding Julian Shaw’s plan, although Coco Sullivan was still pouting a little, she understood the priorities and nodded.
Trevor Tanner immediately braced himself.
In the dead of night, another team also began to move silently.
And within the deep darkness of the Zombie Kingdom, more unknown dangers and opportunities still lay dormant.
Trevor Tanner’s group of four moved carefully through the streets, rubble and debris underfoot, the tireless growls of zombies echoing in their ears.
Ordinary zombies posed little threat to them, but they were a nuisance in large numbers. Besides, the special infected lurking in the darkness were the truly fatal threats.
"Stay close. Don’t make too much noise."
Julian Shaw instructed in a low voice, a faint glint flashing in his eyes.
An invisible Force Field quietly spread out from him, enveloping Trevor Tanner, Dustin Sullivan, and Coco Sullivan.
[Gravity Control·Regional Weightlessness]!
The four of them immediately felt their bodies lighten, as if their feet had lost their firm connection to the ground.
Guided by Julian Shaw’s will, the four of them were lifted by an unseen hand, floating about half a meter off the ground and moving forward in silence.
This not only allowed them to avoid most of the debris and traps on the ground.
More importantly, many zombies that relied on sensing ground vibrations were now much slower to react to their levitating forms.
"Hey, this trick saves a lot of trouble," Coco Sullivan muttered, holding her palm up.
Several orange-red Fireballs materialized from thin air, orbiting her body like well-behaved sprites, rotating slowly.
The Fireballs emitted a warm, bright light, dispelling the darkness within a several-meter radius.
It clearly illuminated the distorted shadows of buildings and the ferocious faces of zombies that occasionally lunged out.
SWISH! SWISH!
Discovering the Aura of living beings, zombies roared and lunged forward.
Coco Sullivan’s eyes narrowed, and the orbiting Fireballs immediately acted like soldiers receiving a command.
They shot out with precision, slamming into the zombies’ heads or chests and exploding in bursts of flame, instantly setting them ablaze or blasting them away.
She controlled the power and trajectory of the Fireballs, striving for one-hit kills without creating loud explosions that might attract more attention.
"Why do we have to deal with so many zombies?" Coco Sullivan couldn’t help but continue her earlier complaint while manipulating the Fireballs.
"There are four of us, so by that count, we have to handle a quota of 120,000 zombies! What if there are thousands of Players in this instance? Is the system really going to have hundreds of millions of zombies for us to kill? Does that even make sense?"
She had a feeling there was something off about this enormous number.
Dustin Sullivan, who had been observing in silence, suddenly spoke up, his voice calm and clear. "Haven’t you guys noticed a problem?"
The other three looked at him.
"In any of the post-apocalyptic instances we’ve experienced before, whether they involved zombies, monsters, or natural disasters,"
Dustin Sullivan continued, "Shortly after entering, we would always encounter the instance’s Native People—survivors, resistance groups, or even remnants of the collapsed order.


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