He watched as the zombie horde in front of him was continuously smashed into pieces by the lightning generated by his Magneto Thunderstorm explosion!

Meanwhile, his experience bar, which had been slowly increasing, suddenly shot up.

[Congratulations, you have obtained 5000 experience points!]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 5000 experience points!]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 5000 experience points!]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 5000 experience points!]

[Congratulations, you have obtained 5000 experience points!]

Looking at the thousands of zombies in front of him, Stark felt his scalp go numb.

He looked at the Sword of Zeus in his hand and the two swords floating beside him. "..."

Stark thought to himself, "Why don't I let them kill the zombies freely?"

Just as Stark was about to summon Snow Girl, Luciana, and Vampire Girl, he heard a series of cries coming from his base.

"Boss, where are you?"

"Boss, we're here to save you! Where are you?"

"Boss must be cold. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ignored our calls!"

He was touched when he saw the people in front of him killing zombies while calling out to him.

But soon, he returned to normal because he was in the deepest part of the zombie crowd.

If he wasted his energy in response, he might face the worst-case scenario!

He shook his head at the thought and threw those thoughts out of his mind.

He looked at the zombie crowd and the piles of zombie pieces around him.

At that moment, the remaining zombies in front of him started to retreat for some reason.

He didn't notice anything unusual and was still killing the retreating zombies in front of him.

At first, Stark thought that a mutant zombie was commanding the zombies to attack him from behind.

But soon, he found that he was wrong. There weren't any mutant zombies.

This made him lose himself in his thoughts. Just as he was thinking, a voice rang in his ear.

"Boss! Boss! Are you okay?"

Because of this voice, Stark was able to calm down and clear his mind.

He looked at the scene as the voices of his subordinates resounded in his ears.

He then gazed at the countless zombie limbs on the ground.

He instantly remembered the situation just now. He was fighting against tens of thousands of zombies.

He didn't know why the remaining thousands of zombies had all started running, even though he had only killed hundreds of them.

The remaining zombies ran to the only forest near the base!

Stark had no choice but to return to the base.

At that moment, he thought of the [Power of Thunder] that he had received as a check-in reward. He checked it out.

[Element: Power of lightning

Attribute: Electric

Ability: can make use of all kinds of lightning in the world. Use its power with caution!]

Looking at the scene in front of him, Stark ordered his men to clean up this place.

After a while, two men came outside and brought a large barrel of gasoline from their cars.

Crash!

A barrel of gasoline poured directly onto these broken limbs.

Stark thought of the scene before the disaster. He sighed, "If only there was no apocalypse!"

After saying that, he stood up and looked at the ground in front of him that had been doused with gasoline. Then, he turned around and left the place.

Boom!

An orange flame soared into the sky!

The dead trees behind him were instantly ignited by the flame and joined the fire festival!

The group of zombies in the forest surrounded a middle-aged man. If Stark saw this person's face, he would definitely be shocked.

Because this person was the Trafford, who was killed by Stark in the Wildlands Forest!

At this moment, not only did he not die, but he was also infected with a zombie virus to strengthen himself.

But this virus also made him even uglier.

Pah!

Hearing the noise, Trafford raised his head and looked ahead.

The dancing orange flame kept jumping forward on the withered tree.

Soon, the flame arrived in front of Trafford. Trafford found the flame very dangerous!

He hurriedly ran into the depths of the withered forest.

While he was running, thousands of zombies followed behind him.

He turned his head to look at the zombies and found that one of them was carrying a golden flame!

Trafford's pupils shrank!

The zombie behind him looked as if he wanted to give the golden flame to him.

He stopped running.

The zombie with the golden flame also stopped, and the golden flame appeared in his palm.

Suddenly, the zombie pounced on Trafford, wanting to bite him to death and replace him as the new leader!

The moment Trafford was knocked down, the golden flame burrowed into his body.

In an instant, Trafford's body began to burn up bit by bit.

Streams of orange energy were gathering on his body!

When the zombie punched out, Trafford found that he couldn't exert any strength at all!

The zombie bit him, and he could do nothing but watch it bite his neck.

Just as the zombie's teeth were to snap at him, a flame suddenly shot out of Trafford's mouth!

Boom!

The orange flame turned the zombie's head into ashes!

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, Trafford said to himself in shock, "Did that flame just come out of my mouth?"

He looked around with a confused look and saw the burning dead wood behind him.

He instantly realized that he was still in the sea of fire.

Trafford felt a sense of familiarity when he saw the fire behind him.

Those flames were like a home that he hadn't returned to for many years.

He immediately walked toward the burning dead trees, but the zombies weren't so good.

They hated fire, and now they were surrounded by a sea of fire.

It was worse than killing them!

And now their leader was going to the middle of the sea of fire.

It was like suicide in their eyes!

Trafford walked into the sea of fire under their eyes!

Crackle!

Crackle! Crackle!

The dead forest in front of them kept crackling under the fire.

However, Trafford walked in barefoot as if in a trance.

When he walked into the sea of fire, the flames jumping on the withered tree instantly became quiet!

It was as if the little one had touched the old one and was waiting to be absorbed by Trafford without moving!

Trafford stretched out his arms in front of the quiet flame!

Immediately, the surrounding flames began to pounce on him. In an instant, he stood on the ground like a burning man.

Not long after, a brand new body appeared in the dead woods.

It was Trafford, who had just been surrounded by flames. At this moment, his entire body was covered in orange flames. Not long after that, a brand new set of clothes appeared on his body. He was gradually turning back to his human appearance.

He knew that if he was not of the human race, his heart would be different!

Although he was no longer a human, at this moment, he maintained his human will.

Wherever he went, the flames would fall on him and be absorbed.