Wang Tao took a closer look and noticed that the zombie tide in the distance didn't have any Seventh Order Zombies, only one Sixth-Rank Zombie Lord, which could be considered a small tide.
Wang Tao was about to casually wipe it out, but suddenly, his eyes narrowed.
"Survivors!"
At the forefront of the zombie tide, five rusty modified cars were racing across the wasteland, blowing black smoke. Countless zombies chased behind, but they couldn't catch up.
Faint laughter could be heard from inside the cars.
"To actually encounter survivors..."
Ever since the temperature spiked, Wang Tao rarely saw survivors outside. After all, it's tough for humans to survive in these high temperatures, almost hitting the tens of degrees. Wang Tao once suspected that the whole of Qian Country has only the people from their three bases left.
