Good Hope Village, Guangping Street gathering place, on the highest floor of the observation tower.
From a commanding position, Lu Ming gazed at the approaching horde of zombies, his expression grave.
He watched as the horde drew nearer and could not help but exclaim, "There are so many."
There seemed to be at least tens of thousands, extending endlessly.
Among them, there were giant zombies and hunters, vaguely visible in significant numbers.
They came thundering forward, carrying an aura of destruction. If it were ordinary survivors or even Awakened ones witnessing this scene, despair would undoubtedly fill their hearts—just like Zhao Honglei.
However, Lu Ming did not feel any despair.
He just felt that the zombie wave was too troublesome.
Anxiously, he glanced back at his house, feeling even more uneasy.
"The house is probably going to suffer…"
