Chapter 1588: Purgatory Scene

An old man was accidentally knocked down by the fleeing crowd. Before he could get up, he was surrounded by several zombies in an instant.

The old man's eyes were full of fear and helplessness, a deep fear of death.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, as if trying to grasp the last glimmer of life, but all his fingertips touched was nothingness.

The zombies couldn't wait to pounce on the old man and bite off his flesh and blood. The old man let out a faint scream, but the sound was gradually drowned out by the sound of the zombies chewing and swallowing.

Soon, the old man's figure was completely submerged by the zombies. Only a few extremely weak shouts were heard, and then there was no movement, leaving only a shocking pool of blood.

This place has become an extremely terrifying Shura field.

The roars of the zombies were deafening, like sharp arrows piercing straight into people's eardrums, as if they were going to explode people's heads.

Every roar was like a death knell from hell, mercilessly striking people's fragile nerves, making their hearts beat violently with the sound, as if it would burst through their throats in the next second.

The air was filled with a disgusting stench of decay, the smell was like the stench of countless rotting corpses mixed with sewage, and it penetrated into people's nasal cavity like a shadow.

The stench was like a ferocious demon, fiercely attacking people's olfactory nerves, making their stomachs churn and making them want to vomit.

The stench seemed to be mixed with the breath of death and despair, which was almost suffocating.

The survivors gasped for breath in the stench, and every breath seemed like a thrilling game with death.

The entire base was completely shrouded in fear. The sounds of people crying, zombies roaring, objects breaking, and zombies gnawing on flesh and blood intertwined together, playing a desperate apocalyptic tragedy that echoed in this dark apocalypse, telling of the fragility and helplessness of life.

When Li Luo rushed over, this was the hellish scene he saw.

Even though she used her teleportation ability to rush all the way at lightning speed, she was ultimately unable to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Looking at the purgatory scene before him, Li Luo couldn't help but feel a little sad.

However, as a person who has been reborn, she has already experienced many vicissitudes of life and does not have too much compassion for the world.

Her eyes suddenly became as firm as torches, and she was ready to engage in a thrilling battle with the surging zombies without hesitation, only determined to fight for a glimmer of hope for the survivors of the base.

As a copying psychic, she quickly and keenly observed the supernatural characteristics of the zombies around her.

Her eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, accurately locking onto the special abilities of each zombie. Her brain was working rapidly, thinking of the most effective counterattack strategy.

At this moment, a gigantic zombie rushed towards her like a black murderous shadow.

This zombie was more than two people tall, and its body was as strong as a moving mountain. With every step it took, the ground shook slightly.

Its body surface is covered with a thick and twisted layer of muscle, like the tangled roots of an old tree, bulging wantonly, revealing a primitive and brutal power, as if it would break through the purple-black skin in the next second.

The purple-black skin, like a curtain cursed by darkness, emitted a chilling glow and was covered with dense black veins, as if countless tiny poisonous snakes were wriggling under the skin.

What's more, a sticky black liquid continuously seeped out from the gaps between the veins and slowly slid down the body. Wherever it passed, the ground was instantly corroded into small pits, emitting bursts of disgusting stench.

What is particularly terrifying is that there is a layer of strange black flames lingering around its body.

The flame was not burning with ordinary fervor, but was dancing in a strange form, as if countless invisible ghost hands were dancing wantonly.