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

The zombie lost its balance under his force, fell heavily back to the ground, and was instantly trampled by other zombies.

The woman stood at the back, staring nervously at the zombies who were trying to climb onto the car. Her heart was beating like a rapid war drum, as if it would jump out of her throat at any time.

But there was no sign of retreat in her eyes. Instead, there was a resolute courage, like a sword about to be unsheathed.

When a zombie stretched out its rotten hand, leaving only bones, and grabbed the car window tightly, the woman's eyes instantly focused, like a sharp flash of lightning, accurately locking onto the target.

She raised the wrench in her hand without hesitation and smashed it at the zombie's hand with tremendous force.

There was only a dull sound, and the zombie's already fragile bony hand broke instantly under the heavy blow.

The zombie lost his support and instantly lost balance, fell out of the car window, and fell heavily to the ground.

The lifeless body hit the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Even so, this zombie without any sense of pain still twisted its body, trying to get up again and continue its horrific attack.

However, the woman at this time was no longer afraid, and her eyes were full of determination.

She knew very well that in this doomsday, retreat would mean death, and only by facing it bravely could she fight for a chance of survival for herself and her family.

Everyone worked together to fight against the zombies that were coming in like a tide.

With everyone's joint efforts, the surrounding zombies were temporarily repelled.

But they all knew that this was only a temporary respite.

Because in the distance, more zombies are still pouring in.

"We can't relax, keep attacking!" Wu Qingcang's firm voice rang out in the chaotic battlefield, like a loud war drum, boosting everyone's morale.

There was an unyielding fire burning in his eyes, as if he was going to lead everyone to break through the darkness of doomsday.

The people with special powers work closely with ordinary people and continue to fight a desperate battle with the zombies.

The fire-powered people waved their hands, and the blazing flames were like an indestructible barrier, continuously releasing walls of fire to block the zombies' attacks.

The blazing flames illuminated the surroundings, allowing people to see the enemy's figures clearly in the darkness.

Each flame seems to be an unyielding soul, burning hope on this doomsday battlefield.

The ice ability users continuously released ice ability attacks in their hands. The ice spikes were like sharp arrows, accurately shooting at the zombies, slowing them down and creating opportunities for others to attack.

The tracks of the ice spikes passing through the air were like streaks of cold light, bringing a hint of coolness to the hot battlefield.

The wind ability users controlled the wind blades and formed a protective barrier around them.

Wind blades whizzed past, repelling approaching branches and zombies, and building a solid line of defense for the convoy.

The sound of the wind blades was like a war song, inspiring everyone to move forward bravely.

The thunder users released powerful electric currents, which were like blue lightning, paralyzing the zombies and preventing them from getting close to the convoy.

Each electric current seemed like a punishment from God, making the zombies tremble in the face of this powerful force.

Ordinary people did not retreat either. They used the weapons in their hands and attacked the zombies to the best of their ability.

A young man held the iron rod tightly in his hand, his eyes full of anger and determination.

He swung the iron rod vigorously, and every attack was filled with a desire to survive.

"I won't let these monsters hurt my family!" he shouted, his voice full of determination.

Although an old man was exhausted, he still held a wooden stick and stood firmly among the crowd, cheering everyone on.

"Children, don't be afraid, we will definitely survive!" The old man's voice was hoarse but full of strength.

A little girl hugged her mother's legs tightly. Although her eyes were full of fear, she did not cry. She knew that now was not the time to be afraid.

"Mom, we're going to be okay, right?" the little girl's voice was trembling but full of hope.

In this fierce battle, everyone is struggling to survive.

They have only one belief in their hearts, and that is to defeat the zombies and survive.

Sweat soaked their clothes and fatigue invaded their bodies, but none of them gave up.

They know that as long as they stick together, they can get through this crisis.

As the battle continued, the zombies' attacks seemed to become more crazy.

A gigantic zombie broke through the wall of fire like a moving hill and rushed towards the convoy.

Its footsteps were heavy and powerful, and every step made the ground tremble slightly.

"Oh no, everyone be careful!" the fire mutant shouted, his voice full of tension and worry.

The wind ability user immediately controlled the wind blade to fly towards the zombie. The wind blade whizzed through the air with powerful force.

However, the zombie's power was too strong, and the wind blade only caused it to pause for a moment.

At this moment, the ice and thunder users attacked at the same time.

The ice spikes and electric current hit the zombie together, slowing its movements and covering its body with frost and electric arcs.

Ordinary people took the opportunity to rush forward and attack the zombies with the weapons in their hands.

The young man used all his strength to smash the iron rod into the zombie's head.

The iron rod collided with the zombie's head, making a dull sound.

The zombie finally fell down and everyone cheered.

"We succeeded!" Everyone cheered, with the joy of victory on their faces.

But they knew the battle was not over yet.

Just then, another group of zombies rushed towards the convoy.

This time, there are more zombies and the situation is more serious.

"Everyone stay calm! Don't panic!" Zhao Gang shouted loudly into the microphone of the external speaker on the roof of the armored vehicle.

His voice was firm and powerful, like a bright light in the darkness, illuminating the fear in people's hearts and calming everyone's panicked hearts a little.

Zhao Gang's face was full of seriousness and determination. He held the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, attacking the zombies around him with his supernatural powers, while commanding the convoy's defense and counterattack in an orderly manner.

In this way, with the joint efforts of everyone, the situation was gradually brought under control.

As those high-level mutated zombies fell one by one, other low-level mutated zombies were also quickly eliminated after losing the support of these "special powers".

After this thrilling battle, the convoy temporarily regained its composure.

But everyone knows that in this doomsday world, danger may come again at any time, and they must always remain vigilant in order to continue moving forward on this road full of despair.