Chapter 1327 The Tide of Corpses Recedes

It made her already determined heart even more determined, just like adding the thickest firewood to a dying bonfire.

At this moment, Li Luo held the purple crystal core in his hands carefully as if he were holding a rare treasure, his eyes full of cherishment.

Her fingers were slightly bent, forming a stable arc, fearing that there would be any mishap with this treasure.

The crystal core was in her hand, and a faint light seemed to flow like a flexible silk thread.

The faint light was not still, but like a living elf, it jumped and shuttled happily on the surface of the crystal core, which was extremely magical.

She put the purple crystal core into her storage space, then looked at the other crystal cores with a hint of joy in her eyes.

Although these crystal cores are not as precious as the purple crystal cores, each one is also top-notch.

There are seven of them in total, lying quietly in Li Luo's palm, like the brightest stars in the night sky, emitting charming light.

There are two blue crystals among them, the blue color seems like a picture interwoven by the deep sea and the clear sky, the blue is dreamy, deep and charming.

On its crystal surface, there seem to be wisps of breeze flowing.

The texture of the breeze contains the agility of wind, as if it can roar up at any time and sweep away everything.

The luster, set against the blue background, looks like the sea surface kissed by the sun, sparkling and shining.

The other five are all green crystals. Their color is as fresh and tender as new willows in early spring, and as deep and mysterious as ancient forests.

Inside the blue crystal core, there seems to be life rhythmically moving, and the texture is like the growth rings of a tree, each circle recording the mystery of the power of life and demonstrating its extraordinary quality.

Its luster is soft and warm, just like the tender leaves moistened by the spring rain, full of vitality and radiant.

Each crystal core is like a treasure trove of energy, with surging power surging within it, as if it will burst out at the next moment.

Li Luo thought with joy that if he distributed these crystal cores to his family members according to their properties, their strength would surely increase rapidly like a rocket taking off.

Just thinking about it, she couldn't suppress her inner joy.

At this moment, Li Luo was eager to return home. He wished he could grow a pair of wings immediately so that he could fly to his family and share these treasures with them.

After collecting the crystal core, the joy of harvest still remained on her face. That smile was like a flower blooming in the ruins, tenacious and beautiful.

But after a while, her expression suddenly tightened and became serious.

I hope the people in the base are still under the threat of the zombie tide!

But with potatoes and gyros, there shouldn't be any big problems.

She pondered secretly, but a trace of worry still arose in her heart.

This worry was like a thin needle, gently piercing her heart and making her lose the desire to continue immersing herself in joy.

She took a deep breath, suppressed her messy thoughts, and her eyes became firm.

Then, her figure flashed and teleported down the mountain like a meteor.

Her figure was as fast as lightning, leaving only a blurry shadow in the air.

The light was fleeting, like a meteor across the dark sky, rushing towards the direction of the people at the Hope Base.

Her speed seemed to transcend time and space, and she carried with her an unstoppable momentum.

When Li Luo hurried back to the six-story building where everyone was fighting off the tide of zombies, he found that the tide of zombies had all retreated.

But this place is like a purgatory trampled by demons, in a mess and misery.

Wherever Li Luo looked, there was chaos and desolation.

The scene was like a painting that had been maliciously destroyed, and the original beauty was completely shattered.

The protective shield around the six-story building is still there.

It stands there alone like a loyal guard who is scarred but still sticks to his post.

Although it was not damaged, it looked horrible.

I saw that the protective shield was covered with filth left by the zombies.

The sticky liquid smelled like rotten pus. It was a disgusting yellow-green color and a few drops dripped from time to time, as if it was the devil's saliva.

The dried blood was a mixture of black and red, like a terrifying abstract painting, and there was also an unknown dirty object that emitted a foul smell.

They are mixed together and smeared wantonly, making one's stomach churn and feel extremely nauseous at the sight of them.

The stench seemed to have life, going straight into the brain through the nasal cavity, making people want to escape from this place immediately.

The surroundings outside the protective shield were also in a mess.

The ruins were piled up randomly, some of them still emitting smoke, as if telling of the fierce battle that had once taken place.

Broken wooden beams were scattered all over the place, and some of them still had zombie limbs left on them, which was chilling.

The traces left by zombies on the ground are crisscrossed.

That is proof of their rampage, as if one can still see the horrific scene of them pouncing on humans with their fangs and claws bared.

Every trace is like a deep wound, engraved on this land.

A pungent fishy smell permeated the air, and the smell was so strong that it seemed substantial, making people feel as if they were in a huge slaughterhouse, constantly telling people about the brutality of the fierce battle that had just taken place.

Every smell seemed to be calling out death and fear, casting a thick haze over people's hearts.

Among the ruins, the people of the Hope Base were busy cleaning up the battlefield.

Their figures are intertwined, like a grand picture that is tragic yet full of hope slowly unfolding.

You can see a group of strong men struggling to carry the zombies' bodies.

The heads of these transported zombies had all been dug open, the wounds were uneven, and some of them still had traces of the crystal cores being taken out.

Those wounds were like hideous and terrifying mouths, gaping eerily, silently announcing the fact that the crystal core had been taken away.

At this time, the faces of the porters were covered with sweat and dust. It was no longer possible to distinguish the traces of sweat and the stains of dust. All that could be seen were the criss-crossing dirty marks.

Their expressions were solemn and serious, and fatigue and tenacity were deeply imprinted on everyone's face.

It is a special mark left after a struggle on the brink of life and death, like the earth after being baptized by a storm, which is full of scars but more resilient.

However, their eyes were like torches in the dark night, burning brightly and extremely determined.

Every time they bent down and lifted the heavy and smelly zombie body, the blue veins on their arms would bulge out and coil like a dragon.

That was a clear proof of the fierce collision of strength and fatigue in their bodies.

Every blue vein is like a faithful historian, silently telling of the tremendous pressure their bodies are under and the hard work they have put in to survive.

Although their movements seemed slow, they were full of unquestionable determination.