The scorching sun hung high in the sky.
In the mountains and forests, the sun was held aloft, radiating heat that was inescapable, scalding everything beneath it.
Under the surface temperature of eighty degrees, life in the forest was fragile and exhausted.
The leaves of trees wilted, the dried yellow grass emitted a burnt smell, and the water in the streams dried up.
Even the winds became heavy and scathing, as if intending to slice through one's skin.
Yet, in those dark corners where Zombies hid. Their skin charred and rotten, a fierce dark power flowed through their bodies.
They emitted muffled moans as if waiting, waiting…
Humans under such conditions had become exceedingly frail.
Sweat seeped from their foreheads, their eyes also filled with perspiration, and each breath they took was like sipping a hot drink after eating barbecue.
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Big Camphor Tree Base.
Weng City.
