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

It was as if he was the guardian of this world, and he wanted to use his own strength to provide a safe sky for everyone.

Another water-based mutant had a stern expression. Her eyes were as sharp as torches as she stared at the huge fireballs flying towards her outside the car window like cannonballs.

She just waved her hands violently, and a torrent of water gushed out like a giant dragon, with majestic momentum and endless power rushing towards the blazing fireballs.

The water flow and the fireball collided violently, making a "sizzling" sound, and water vapor instantly spread out, like a hazy gauze curtain.

Under the exquisite control of the water-based psychic, the water flow turned into a solid barrier, dissolving the fierce attacks of the fireballs one by one.

The disgusting black slime on the branches controlled by the wood-type mutant zombies also lost its terrible corrosive power under the strong flushing of the water.

At the same time, Wu Qingcang's face was as cold as ice. He jumped off the bus resolutely and plunged into a fierce battle with high-level mutant zombies.

He danced his hands quickly, as if he was having a mysterious communication with the earth.

In an instant, the ground beneath his feet began to shake violently, like an ancient beast being awakened.

Countless rocks and soil gushed out from the ground like a surging tide, transforming into thick stone pillars that rushed towards the approaching zombies with an overwhelming force.

These stone pillars carry unparalleled power, as if they were the rods of punishment sent down from the gods.

When the stone pillars fell on the mutated zombies, there was a deafening roar.

The mutated zombies fell to the ground like leaves in the wind under this violent attack.

Some zombies didn't even have time to launch supernatural attacks before they were instantly smashed into pieces by the powerful impact of the stone pillars, turning into blurry masses of flesh and blood.

Earth and rocks were flying all over the sky, and dust covered the surroundings like a thick fog, creating a horrific scene of the end of the world.

The bodies of the zombies that were hit were shattered, like tattered flags destroyed by the wind.

The broken limbs were mixed among the soil and rocks, like a terrifying scene in the darkness.

However, the attacks of those zombies who joined the battle later were still extremely ferocious.

They continuously hit the barrier built by Wu Qingcang with earth and stones like a tide.

Those solid barriers trembled slightly under the crazy attack of the zombies, making Wu Qingcang feel more pressured.

The rear of the bus.

Fat Head, the strength-type mutant, roared, jumped off the car like a violent beast, and rushed towards the group of zombies.

He swung his huge fists, and each punch carried a tremendous force, smashing into the oncoming zombies with a dull sound.

The zombies were repelled one after another under his attack, but soon surrounded him again like tireless demons.

On the bus, the ice-type mutant Ajian danced with his hands, his movements graceful and sharp.

Sharp ice spikes flashed coldly in the air, like icy arrows, shooting towards the zombies at a rapid speed.

Each icy spike hit the target accurately, condensing a layer of frost on the zombies, greatly slowing down their movements, as if putting cold shackles on these horrible monsters.

The skinny guy, a wood-type mutant, was not to be outdone. He concentrated on using his ability to control all the controllable plants around him that had long since died.

Those originally lifeless dead branches and leaves seemed to be injected with mysterious power in an instant.

They were like a group of silent yet resilient soldiers, waging a strange battle with the zombies around them.

Under the command of the thin man, the dead plants, like loyal guards, quickly entangled the zombies in a tenacious manner.

They tightly restrain the zombies' movements, making it difficult for them to move, as if they were trapped by invisible shackles.

Although these plants have lost their former vitality, under the stimulation of Thin Man's special abilities, they still burst out with amazing power and become a powerful weapon against zombies.

Although the psychics' counterattack against the zombies brought the situation under some control, they all knew that their power alone was far from enough to protect everyone.

Wu Qingcang looked at the still serious situation before him, his brows furrowed into a deep furrow.

He looked at the people in the car and shouted, "Don't just stand there, fight together!"

His voice sounded particularly loud in this chaotic battlefield, like a bell of hope, awakening the courage deep in everyone's hearts.

At this time, although the psychics were fighting hard, it was difficult to take into account the safety of everyone facing the zombies that were pouring in like a tide.

Ordinary people are also clearly aware of this.

They understand that they cannot just passively wait for protection and cannot pin all their hopes on others.

So, even though they were still feeling very uncomfortable, their stomachs were churning, their heads were dizzy and painful, and their hearts were shrouded in fear.

But the desire to survive at this moment was like a spark, which quickly ignited their inner fighting spirit.

"Yes, we can't just sit there and wait for death! We can't just hide behind others!" a young man shouted loudly.

His voice sounded particularly passionate in this chaotic battlefield.

His face was a little pale, the result of a mixture of physical discomfort and fear.

But there was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, as if to burn away all the fear.

He tightly grasped the iron rod that had been prepared long ago. In his hand, the iron rod seemed to have become a sword symbolizing courage and hope, representing his determination to fight against fate.

Others also responded.

Some of them gripped their knives tightly, the blades flashing coldly in the light of war, like sharp blades of revenge, ready to chop down those hateful zombies at any time.

Some of them firmly grasped special wooden sticks with iron nails.

Although the wooden stick is simple, it is full of power. It is the weapon they use to protect themselves and their families.

A woman's hands were shaking, but she still held a wrench tightly, with a firm look in her eyes:

"In order to survive, for our families, we fought hard!"

They resolutely began to launch a frantic attack on the zombies outside the car who were frantically clinging to the car windows.

The scene was like a group of fearless warriors facing a terrifying enemy.

"Everyone be careful and protect yourself!"

A middle-aged man quickly joined the battle while shouting loudly.

At this moment, a zombie with half of its body stuck in the car window was baring its fangs and claws, and making a low roar from its mouth. The sound seemed like a demon from hell, which made people shudder.

The middle-aged man was not afraid at all. His eyes were firm and he held the wooden stick tightly in his hand.

When the zombie pounced at him, waving its rotten arms, he nimbly dodged to the side, then quickly hit it hard with the wooden stick in his hand, pushing the zombie away with such powerful force.