Changes in the Zombie Tide!

Maxwell took a deep breath of air—it was truly refreshing, carrying a unique scent of vegetation that was quite pleasant.

The wilderness was filled with freely growing plants, dense and lush, boasting an excellent ecological environment.

This was to be expected, as zombies, unlike humans, don't engage in large-scale construction that disrupts the environment. After inhaling that purple mist, they simply continued their normal existence.

Zombies don't starve, and even a level 1 zombie can live for hundreds of years.

While the scenery around him was rare and noteworthy, Maxwell had more pressing concerns!

Half a day passed, and along the way, Maxwell encountered many zombies, including higher-level zombies like those at level 8 and 9. However, these zombies were not gathered in large groups; rather, they were quite scattered.

They were hardly enough to bother Maxwell, who was solely focused on the zombie horde.

After all, to Maxwell, these zombies were just child's play.

Yet, these high-level zombies were lethal to ordinary people, and even awakeners could find themselves in grave danger when facing them.

No wonder no one wanted to venture into the wilderness; even evolvers would need to think twice.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, Maxwell finally received some news.

It came from a mutated female zombie, reporting that they had found traces of the zombie tide.

Given their speed of movement, they were now far from Diego base city.

Maxwell quickly ordered all the zombies to head in that direction. After about three more hours of travel, Maxwell, along with Eva and Carline, caught up with the tail end of the zombie tide.

However, this wave of zombies didn't seem as large as expected, numbering only about six or seven thousand.

"It seems like these zombies really do have some issues," Maxwell thought.

So, Maxwell caught up but did not rush into action. Instead, he first sent a level 8 zombie to blend into the zombie horde ahead.

Maxwell, along with Eva and Carline, followed at a distance.

The wilderness is fraught with danger, so caution was essential.

The level 8 zombie dispatched by Maxwell took about half an hour to push through to the very front of the zombie tide. Then Maxwell opened the eye in the space, directly observing the two leading zombies.

Their eye color was clearly different, indicating that they were mutated zombies.

However, these two mutated zombies bore many scars. On closer inspection, Maxwell noticed that the wounds were fresh, and he began to understand something.

Moreover, these injuries did not seem to be inflicted in a base city; they did not appear to be caused by firearms but looked more like they were from claws or teeth.

"There should be five leading mutated zombies in the zombie tide, but now there are only two left. Could it be due to infighting among the mutated zombies?" Maxwell speculated.

After watching a while longer, Maxwell sensed an opportunity and decided to launch an attack!

There were only two mutated zombies here, and although they were higher-tier, they were now injured. Maxwell saw this as a chance.

Taking down this wave of zombies would boost Maxwell's strength a bit further.

With this in mind, Maxwell released all the zombies from his space.

"Let the hunt begin!"

"Hello there!"

Standing behind the zombie tide, Maxwell shouted cheerfully at the large wave of zombies.

His voice exploded behind the zombie tide, immediately causing intense agitation among the zombies. Those at the back turned around, saw him, and charged toward him like mad.

Maxwell's own zombies were already lined up in formation ahead of him, and he stood behind them, ready to flex his fingers.

This was just the warm-up.

The system demands exceptionally high hand speed!

Now, standing next to Maxwell, were some level 8 and above zombies he had gathered along the way, five male and five female zombies, plus one mutated female zombie.

After all, Maxwell also needed to ensure his personal safety; being overwhelmed by this crowd of zombies would indeed be terrifying.

In less than a minute, the zombie running at the front charged forward and was immediately knocked out by a punch from one of Maxwell's mutated zombies. The mutated zombie didn't pay it any further attention, as a level 7 zombie dragged it over to Maxwell as it fell.

It was a smooth operation, and Maxwell was the final step, needing only to move his fingers.

With Eva and Carline by his side ensuring his safety, Maxwell could focus entirely on fusing zombies.

One after another, the stunned zombies were tossed next to Maxwell. Both of his hands were busy, one dragging zombies and the other clicking to confirm, completing rapid fusions.

Soon, all the zombies had crowded around, surrounding Maxwell and his small group of zombies tightly.

Some higher-level zombies, using brute force, broke through from the side, necessitating Eva's intervention. Her sleeve sword appeared, piercing those higher-level zombies, causing them to scream.

This is what zombie weapons are for!

Only now did Maxwell realize that this was the true interpretation of those four words!

It's not that only zombies can use the weapon, but that the weapon's effects are specifically aimed at zombies.

If not for this, how could the sleeve sword be so effective when plunged into these zombies?

After another fifteen minutes, Maxwell's hands worked in perfect sync, fusing away another thousand zombies.

The zombie tide surged around Maxwell but could not touch him, which seemed to frustrate the two leading mutated zombies.

"Roar!"

One of the mutated zombies, moving with incredible speed, broke through the crowd of zombies and charged directly towards Maxwell.

The one at the forefront responsible for stunning the zombies was Maxwell's first-tier mutated male zombie.

Skilled in combat, the mutated zombie dropped the zombie he was handling and went to meet the oncoming threat head-on.

But in the next second, Maxwell's first-tier male zombie was torn in half at the waist and fell to the ground, barely alive.

Could it really not withstand even a single blow?

Impressive!

Maxwell watched the attacking mutated zombie, his pupils constricting in response.

The mutated zombie leading the assault on Diego base city was indeed no ordinary foe.

He was not in full form now but carried fresh wounds, even severely injured, yet with just one move, he easily took down Maxwell's first-tier mutated male zombie. This creature must possess at least second-tier strength.

Given that, could it be that before being injured, it was at the third-tier, or even fourth-tier level!?