In the few moments before they reached the hospital, just as the grey structure emerged through the ruined buildings and stories,
it hadn't been long ago that they were just a band of survivors—scraped together by chance and stubbornness to live and survive.
But now, the difference in them was undeniable. The nights spent resting in the small house had not been peaceful, but they had been crucial.
In those days, every one of them had consumed crystals until their minds had become numbed and refused to absorb another one.
Zhao Ren had broken through to level seven, his metal ability now bending and shaping at his will with frightening speed and precision. The texture and hardness of his metal had increased by leaps and bounds. It would not even break if you tried to cut level seven zombies. And he could create metal from nowhere within seconds. The speed had increased in that area too.
