The demon envoy was trapped in the Little Du Tian Array, like a turtle in a jar, or an ant on a hot oil pan.
Seeing his anxious demeanor, Mingyue was certain that this black-robed man was not of the Wu clan.
So she drove the twelve Ancestral Wu golden bodies, increasing their might, intending to slay him.
As the might gradually increased, the pressure on the demon envoy grew. He hardened his heart.
Then, his right arm suddenly exploded, and a mist of blood enveloped his entire body. He then vanished completely.
He had escaped using this self-mutilating method, taking advantage of Mingyue's momentary lapse.
"Blood Escape!"
Mingyue immediately recognized the technique the demon envoy had used. It was witchcraft, which made her heart even more bewildered.
This black-robed man, clearly not of the Wu clan, could use witchcraft. She couldn't understand it.
After all, the use of witchcraft required the activation of bloodline power.
The black-robed man had no Wu clan bloodline, yet he could use witchcraft. This should have been impossible.
But such a thing had happened right before her eyes, a stark reality.
Mingyue also felt regret for her carelessness, which had allowed the black-robed man to escape.
However, she had no time to ponder further, as there were more important matters to attend to.
The zombies on the ground were becoming restless again. The pressure from the Little Du Tian Array had attracted their attention.
They had paused, observing, and upon sensing that the array was not directed at them, they resumed their attack on humans.
Ba Jiu had already moved, his powerful mental energy surging forth. The zombies around him and Wen Qingtian exploded in waves.
He was the Zombie King. Originally, he could have used his imposing aura to deter the zombies, but there were too many of them.
They were also scattered, with zombies present in almost every corner of the base. His influence was too far-reaching.
Moreover, they were driven into a frenzy by the scent of human flesh and were beyond his control. Thus, Ba Jiu could only eliminate them in his vicinity.
He then protected Wen Qingtian and He Si, heading towards the city gate to rendezvous with Ji Shiyou and the others.
Mingyue looked down from the sky. The base had now transformed into a charnel house, with rivers of blood flowing on the ground.
Human limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere. The cries for help had ceased, as there were few survivors left.
Furthermore, loud cries for help would only attract more zombies, leading to a quicker death.
So, even if there were survivors, they hid in safe places, waiting for the zombies to leave on their own.
Seeing this situation, Mingyue clapped her palms together. The twelve Ancestral Wu golden bodies within the Little Du Tian Array suddenly disintegrated.
They transformed into a sky full of golden light, descending to the ground and engulfing all the zombies.
The zombies bathed in the golden light writhed on the ground as if doused in hot oil, smoke rising from their bodies.
The deafening roars of the zombies echoed through the streets and alleys of Yuncheng Base, striking fear into the hearts of the people.
"Survivors of the base! The zombies are in dire straits themselves. If you want to live,
take this opportunity to run towards the city gate. People are waiting to receive you there."
Mingyue, standing on Qingluan, shouted, her voice reaching every corner of the base. Some brave survivors, upon hearing her, emerged from their hiding places.
Seeing that the zombies were indeed unable to attack them, they boldly ran towards the city gate.
Other survivors followed suit. Upon seeing that the zombies were not attacking, they emerged to escape.
Ji Shiyou and other ability users guarding outside the city heard Mingyue's call and were already waiting at the city gate to receive everyone.
Mingyue, in the air, saw that everyone had escaped the base and reached a safe area. She immediately intensified the power of the golden light.
The zombies on the ground were eliminated one after another by the golden light, turning into smoke.
Although the base was no longer filled with the eerie roars of zombies, it was shrouded in smoke, and a foul odor permeated the entire city.
After more than ten minutes, Mingyue withdrew the Little Du Tian Array, as nearly a hundred thousand zombies had been annihilated.
Standing on Qingluan, Mingyue waved her hand, and a hurricane swirled out, blowing away the smoke and odor left by the dead zombies.
After the hurricane passed, looking at the Yuncheng Base before them, all the survivors wept uncontrollably.
They wept for the deceased. The registered population of the base was two hundred thousand. Now, the total number of survivors would not exceed ten thousand.
They also wept for themselves. Although they had escaped death today, in the apocalypse, the base was destroyed. Being killed by zombies was only a matter of time.
They were lost and helpless, unsure how much longer they could live, and how long this anxious existence would continue.
The emotions that had been suppressed in their hearts since the beginning of the apocalypse now erupted, and they vented their feelings through their tears.
Their cries were tragic, causing sorrow to those who heard them.
But Bu Ying, who had caused such a tragedy, could not hear them, for he and He Shi were now hundreds of miles away from Yuncheng Base.
Bu Ying's face was stern, his eyes bloodshot. He floored the accelerator, driving the off-road vehicle at full speed.
"Brother Bu, you've been driving all night. We've already gone far.
Have some water, eat something, and rest for a bit?"
He Shi, in the passenger seat, said considerately. Although she was reluctant to leave Yuncheng, she could only rely on Bu Ying to survive in the apocalypse, and dared not refuse to leave with him.
"Alright, let's stop and rest. You must be hungry too, right?"
Having driven all night, although ability users had strong physiques, he had drunk too much with the demon envoy last night.
Coupled with the constant high tension, Bu Ying was also reaching his limit, so he stopped to rest.
"Brother Bu, is that demon envoy that powerful? Did he need the entire Yuncheng Base as a sacrifice?"
Handing Bu Ying a bottle of water and a piece of bread, He Shi asked cautiously. She couldn't understand. He was just a demon envoy, wasn't he?
How could he be so powerful that Yuncheng had to be abandoned? Now they were like stray dogs, with no comfortable days ahead?
"Powerful? The word 'powerful' can no longer describe him.
He can no longer be considered human. The hope is that the zombies, lured by the entire base, can kill him."
Raising his hand, Bu Ying poured half a bottle of water into his mouth, his face filled with worry. He was concerned.
If the demon envoy wasn't killed, he couldn't imagine the consequences.
"Not human? Then what is he?"
Bu Ying's words piqued He Shi's curiosity. Seeing Bu Ying lost in thought, she helped him tear open the packaging of the bread in his hand.
"Xiao Shi, do you know how I got my abilities? They didn't awaken after the apocalypse, but before it."
Bu Ying took a fierce bite of the bread and gulped down the remaining half bottle of water, recounting his past experiences to He Shi.
It was during his college years. When school was on summer break, he didn't go home. Instead, he went with classmates to explore the deep mountains and old forests.
They encountered the demon envoy, and he, along with fifteen classmates, were captured.
They were taken to a place that resembled a laboratory. There, he and his classmates were locked in a room.
Every day, someone would inject them with a medicinal agent. The agents would torture them to the point of wishing for death, but they couldn't even commit suicide.
Bu Ying envied his classmates, for they couldn't withstand the injections and exploded one after another, no longer suffering.
Finally, after a week, only he remained out of the fifteen. He was lucky, and also unlucky.
Lucky that he survived, unlucky that the nightmare had only just begun.