Blackie was anxious and immediately shouted a warning.

But what happened next made Blackie widen his eyes in shock.

A special species of immortal zombie, which could break through explosion-proof metal doors and was impervious to bullets, was grabbed by the neck.

The mysterious man's extended arm, with muscles coiling like iron pincers, rendered the special species of immortal zombie immobile.

The fingers wrapped in the red air flow deeply embedded into the decaying flesh of the special species of immortal zombie. The zombie struggled desperately, letting out low roars, but under the control of this figure, all struggles were in vain.

Then, the bicep on the mysterious figure's arm bulged high, each muscle seemingly injected with endless energy. With a sudden force, he squeezed the zombie's neck tighter and tighter.

The red air flow enveloping his body grew increasingly frenzied.

With a bang.

The head of the special species of immortal zombie exploded in his hand, black blood and shattered brain matter splattered everywhere. Some fragments and blood splashed onto his face, but he didn't care, just disdainfully shook his head to fling off the filth, exuding dominance.

The red air flow continued to swirl around his body, washing away all the grime.

The endless immortal zombies nearby launched another offensive.

He stood alone at the tunnel entrance, seemingly like a gate god.

Facing the clawing and biting attack of the immortal zombies, the mysterious figure was like an enraged lion, every punch he threw was infused with immense strength.

With each punch, a red streak followed, and rows of immortal zombies fell.

The beings regarded as nightmares in their eyes were like ants before this figure, so easily handled.

The unfathomable power utterly shocked the survivors in the fortress hall.

They stared blankly at the figure guarding the tunnel, even suspecting that they might already be dead, and this was merely a posthumous illusion.

At this moment, the sturdy figure guarding the passage turned to look at them.

He grinned, showing white teeth, and gave a thumbs-up.

At this moment, challenger tips kept echoing in this player's mind.

This group of protected survivors were providing an endless stream of wish power, gathering 1200 points in no time.

If this were taken to the Trading House, it would be worth at least 12,000 sacrificial power.

In exploring the Small World, the challenge was not how to deal with immortal zombies.

Even if those weak zombies stood still for them to gnaw on, they could not break through his defense.

The challenge was how to locate survivors.

Each survivor nesting found could produce a large amount of wish power.

At this time, the Small World region voice channel was filled with players calling out:

"Ahhh, who found the survivors? I've been wandering for half the day and haven't encountered a trace. Could some kind soul share a survivor location? I've got a backpack full of canned food waiting to be dealt with."

"I suspect you guys are showing off behind my back. 500 sacrificial power for a survivor coordinate."

"My flying sword has been charged twice, I've found nothing. Is it possible all survivors in this world are dead, and we came for nothing?"

"Could you guys shut up, don't mess with my mindset. I refuse to believe there's not a single survivor."

"So satisfying, getting wish power isn't hard at all. The feeling of wish power growing every second is just great. Isn't there anyone who hasn't found survivors yet (wish power income screenshot)."

...

Mao Xuan posted his income screenshot in the regional chat and guild chat, then clenched his fists.

Suddenly, the red air flow surrounding him converged on his right fist, and after a brief gathering of momentum, he struck a powerful punch forward.

Boom!

The earth trembled, and the red air flow converged into fist winds, tearing through the air.

Before the fist wind arrived, scorching heat had already swept through.

The group of immortal zombies ahead let out low roars, their decaying bodies twisted and shattered as the red fist wind swept over, as if crushed by an invisible giant hand.

The red air flow continued to advance into the distance, rampaging like a mad dragon. Where it passed, the zombies' bodies were torn apart, black blood and broken bones splattered, the air filled with a stench of decay and scorching heat.

This punch seemed to condense the forces of heaven and earth into one point, like a doomsday verdict, obliterating all filth and decay in Mao Xuan's eyes.

After gathering strength with a twist of his body, he reactivated the Battle Aura Attribute.

Another heavy punch was thrown, immortal zombies in his power seemed like toys.

In Mao Xuan's eyes, most of the fighting power of immortal zombies was at the same level as the Golden Claw Crab on the Monster World's Colorful Mist Coast, killing them was like slicing through melons and vegetables.

In contrast, the Skyfire Dharma King from the Small World was like the ultimate boss.

Judging by Small World standards, it seemed that the Skyfire Dharma King wasn't weak.

No wonder the guild leaders wanted to control the Small World.

If a few troublemakers came, they could overturn the whole world.

Especially those magic system nerds with Magic Tower Souls, here they would be invincible just by setting up a tower, without needing close combat protection.

"Old Mao, seeing your wish power income screenshots, does this mean you've found survivors? What's the situation?"

At that moment, a voice echoed in his mind.

"I've already found survivors, I'm gaining wish power crazily. Once I gather 33,000 wish power and unlock the second skill of Prayer, I'll switch Star Vein to the Support Stream. Wait for my good news."

"Contact us if you need help, we're in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range and can support at any time."

"No need, I can handle this alone, the monster intensity in the Doomsday Small World is exceptionally low."

After giving the response, Mao Xuan clenched his fist tightly, red air flow appeared at his feet, and he lifted his head to gaze at the swarming immortal zombies coming in a dense mass.

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