Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

The zombie horde rolled in like a surging black tide. The scene was terrifying, as if the doomsday judgment had already arrived.

The sky was as dark as ink, without a trace of light.

On the barren land, dilapidated buildings stand quietly like silent ghosts, as if telling the story of the past prosperity and the endless desolation of today.

Wu Qingcang and his group stood in the ruins.

At this moment, they are like a lone boat in a storm, facing the influx of zombies alone and firmly.

They huddled together, forming a small defensive circle.

Everyone's face was filled with fatigue and determination. There was no sign of retreat in their eyes, only firm belief and indomitable fighting spirit.

They knew that this battle was a matter of life and death, and they had to go all out, using up every last bit of their strength for survival and hope.

At this moment, the zombies took stiff steps, slowly approaching like messengers of death, and every step seemed to carry the rhythm of death.

A low roar echoed in the air. The sound seemed like a call from hell, as if it would ruthlessly devour all life.

The ground trembled slightly under their footsteps, as if telling of the upcoming brutal battle.

The air was filled with a thick smell of death, making it suffocating.

Ajian was nervous and held the longbow tightly in his hand.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring closely at the approaching group of zombies.

Although his superpowers have been exhausted, fortunately, his experience of the apocalypse over the past six months has enabled him to fight the zombies even without using his superpowers.

He took a deep breath, steadied his slightly trembling arms, and aimed at a zombie that was in the front.

The arrow flew out like lightning and hit the zombie's head accurately.

The zombie fell to the ground instantly, but more zombies came like a tide, as if there was no end.

The thin man and the fat head stood side by side, wielding heavy weapons in their hands.

Their weapons drew arcs in the air, and each swing carried great force, repelling the approaching zombies.

Although their movements were no longer as swift as when they possessed superpowers, they were full of determination.

Over the past six months or so in the apocalypse, they have learned how to survive in desperate situations and how to fight zombies in the most effective way.

Sweat flowed down their cheeks and dripped onto the dusty ground, but their eyes never wavered for a moment.

Aya and Xiaofei were not idle either. They were taking care of the disabled Wu Qingcang with difficulty, while trying their best to find opportunities to attack the zombies.

Aya held a spear tightly in her hand. Her movements were no longer as light as before, and every time she dodged the zombies' attacks, it seemed extremely difficult.

She gritted her teeth, held on to her tired body, and the moment the zombies approached, she swung the spear with all her strength.

The spear was dancing a little slowly at this time, but it still carried an unyielding momentum.

She seized an extremely rare opportunity and thrust the spear into the zombie's body with great difficulty, but she became unstable due to the excessive force.

Xiao Fei was equally exhausted, and the dagger in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Although there was fatigue in his eyes, there was more determination.

When the zombies approached, he moved lightly between them, and the dagger in his hand slashed slowly. The speed was not as fast as before, but it could still barely stab the zombies' vital parts.

He wielded the dagger with great effort, knocking the approaching zombies to the ground. Each attack seemed to exhaust his last bit of strength.

Although Wu Qingcang had difficulty moving, he never stopped for a moment.

As the leader of this group, he knew very well that he must not hold the team back.

Even though his body was restricted, Wu Qingcang's eyes remained as firm as iron.

He clenched his teeth, endured the discomfort in his body, and his hands did not stop moving for a moment.

He raised the Tang sword in his hand with difficulty. The blade was slender and emitted a cold light.

Even though his arms were shaking slightly, his eyes were fixed on the approaching zombies.

Whenever a zombie approached their defense circle, Wu Qingcang would swing the Tang sword with all his strength.

Although his movements were not as swift and powerful as before, every swing was full of his determination and courage.

The Tang sword drew a sharp arc in the air and slashed towards the zombies with a sound of breaking wind.

He accurately chopped at the zombies' fatal weaknesses, and with his rich combat experience and keen insight, he was always able to deal a heavy blow to the zombies at the critical moment.

Sweat kept dripping from his forehead and dripping onto the barren land.

But Wu Qingcang didn't care at all, his entire attention was focused on the battle in front of him.

In fact, the small zombie tide they encountered this time was a blessing in disguise for them.

The levels of these zombies are generally not high, with the average being only around level 2 mutant zombies.

The ice during the extreme cold period not only imprisoned these zombies, but also made them miss the perfect opportunity to evolve, thus giving Wu Qingcang and others a rare chance of survival.

They knew very well in their hearts that if the level of these zombies was a little higher, they would have no chance of survival.

It seemed as if fate had given them a chance to catch their breath in this cruel doomsday.

They knew that they had to hold on tight and fight with all their might in order to survive this crisis.

Although these zombies are numerous, due to their level limitations, their movements are relatively slow and their means of attack are relatively simple.

As a result, Wu Qingcang and his team gradually stabilized their position with their tenacious will and rich combat experience.

However, as the zombies continued to pour in like a tide, the battle inevitably became more intense.

At this moment, Ajian's eyes were cold and focused, the longbow in his hand kept being stretched and pulled, and the arrows cut through the darkness like meteors.

Each arrow seemed to embody his endless determination and fearless courage, accurately hitting the zombies' vital parts and opening up a short safe passage for everyone.

The thin man and the fat head stood side by side, swinging their heavy weapons with all their might.

Their faces were filled with determination, as if they wanted to pour all their anger out on the zombies.

The weapon whizzed through the air, each swing carrying a powerful force that pushed back the approaching zombies one by one.

Aya and Xiaofei were also struggling to resist.

Aya danced with the spear in her hand. Although she was exhausted, every time she stabbed, she was full of unyielding momentum.

Xiao Fei held the dagger tightly, with a determined look in his eyes. Although his steps were unsteady, he still stubbornly moved among the zombies.

Although Wu Qingcang had difficulty in moving, the Tang sword in his hand never stopped.

He endured the physical discomfort, and every time he swung the Tang sword, it was full of determination and courage.