The next morning, close to four hundred members of White Light marched out in full formation, the biggest single operation since the war itself.
The zombie crowd around the base came into view long before they even got close, a huge groaning mess stretched across what used to be a parking lot.
"Ugly," Tang Yue muttered, tightening her grip on her sword.
"Ranged first," Bai Shen said. "Meixue, thin them out."
Li Meixue didn't need to be told twice, arrows flying in a steady rhythm off an overturned truck, each one finding a skull.
The front line, Zhao Lin and Aunt Xiu leading, crashed into the horde next, steel against rotting flesh echoing across the lot.
Bai Shen didn't hold back either, cutting through the crowd easily, his 129 Strength turning every hit into something that tore off limbs instead of just hurting them.
Ding! 1 EXP received.
Ding! 1 EXP received.
Ding! 2 EXP received.
'Small fry, but there's a lot of em.' He thought, not letting the tiny EXP slow him down.
