National Fortune Survival: Do you call this Plants vs. Zombies?

"put!"

boom!boom!boom!
A volley of weapons pulled from the Holy Team artificially created a meteor shower for free.

Afterwards, the elves entered the arena, and with their unique zombies and arrows, there was another rainstorm of dense arrows.

The green arrow is like a flowing river of light, flowing on the battlefield with strong walls and clear fields, and the fallen zombies touched are instantly destroyed!
Finally, Taoist priests and zombie terminators appeared on the stage, using super-large spells to purify the black abyss diffused on the battlefield!
When the fallen zombies are scattered and there are not many left, the elite members will go to the field for the final sweep.

After a few rounds, the man behind the scenes on the opposite side also saw that he had suffered a disadvantage, so he stopped the team and stopped near the occupied No. [-] line of defense.

Until November 11th...

On this day, the old man walked out with several other high-level officials as usual to inspect the city wall.

This is the first line to face the fallen zombies. If the enemy wants to attack with a team, they will be the first to see it.

In addition to the senior officials of the Taoist League, the patriarch of the elves and the leaders of the sacred team's rescue team were also present.

"There has been no movement for three days. What is he planning?"

The old man looked at the farthest distance, which was a team of depraved zombies visible to the naked eye. They were crawling like a fake tiger, ready to pounce on them and bite them at any time.

The patriarch of the elf clan held the spirit wood zombie zombie stick in his hand, watching carefully, his brows became more and more tight.

Something is wrong, something seems to be coming.

With the intuition of his elves, he opened his mouth to remind: "I sense the arrival of an unknown breath, and the enemy is about to show up!"

Everyone was startled, the old man clenched the stick tightly and stared into the distance.

Sure enough, a black shadow that covered the sky and the sun flew across, as if pulling the curtain of the world, and the whole sky was completely black!
"Quack quack... Finally, I finally succeeded!"

The magical voice reverberated between the heaven and the earth, as if the electronic music was turned on in a karaoke room, it was extremely ear-piercing.

"what!"

"What kind of zombie is that?"

"don't want……"

Some of the weaker regiment members started to panic uncontrollably when they heard the sound, and lost their fighting power.

But the old man was staring at the sky, under the dark and oppressive light, there was a pair of scarlet eyes.

He roared ferociously: "Wal!"

boom!A level five powerhouse roared with all his strength, instantly spanning a distance of hundreds of kilometers, forming a gust of wind and blowing up flying sand.

But when it reached the distance, there was only a little sound left.

The black figure laughed wildly, and turned his head to look at the old man at this time, his red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Old man! Quack... Long time no see!"

Hearing the black shadow's reply, the veins on the old man's head swelled even more, and bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes.

He was just guessing before, but now it has been verified.

"Why? Why do you want to betray!"

He didn't understand that Wall, who used to be the deputy leader of the Taoist League, the person who had the most hope of breaking through the sixth level and becoming the new leader, would become what he is now.

If it weren't for his betrayal, countless compatriots would not have died!
"Heh... what do you know?"

Hearing the old man's angry question, Wall's tone was cold.

"Only an idiot like you! Will believe that old guy's lies!"

"What?" The old man was taken aback.

Wall flew over quickly, and the fallen zombies below followed the roar.

On the city wall, the patriarch of the elves and the leaders sent by the holy team pulled out their weapons and shouted to the surroundings: "Ready to fight!"

And Wall's explanation finally came: "In this world, there can no longer be a sixth level..."

August 11th, Chinese time.

The fallen man, Wall, the former deputy leader of the Taoist League, appeared, fought with dozens of fifth-level powerhouses, injured six of them, and retreated.

Although Wall did not break the defense line in the southwest, the combat power he displayed really surprised everyone.

With his own strength, he fought against dozens of powerful fifth-level powerhouses without losing the wind, and even injured six of them!

This kind of power is too terrifying, far surpassing the former Wall.

And the words he said caused boundless waves—in this world, there will no longer be a sixth-level powerhouse?
In the council room, everyone sat silently, as if each had their own concerns.

The patriarch of the elves sat aside, silent for a long time, and finally explained: "I think you are all thinking about this question? About the sixth level?"

Everyone looked at him silently, without any action or reply, but the problem had already been explained.

The patriarch nodded and told the story: "To make a long story short, our world has been in decline since the disaster ten thousand years ago..."

"Thousands of years ago, there were still dozens of sixth-level powerhouses in the world, but with the passage of time, the carrying capacity of the world continued to decline."

"Up to now, except for the surviving president of the Zombie Association, perhaps there will never be a sixth-level powerhouse..."

After finishing speaking, everyone's eyes froze.

They can guess these things even if they guess, but the elves must be a hermit race, and what they say is obviously not aimless.

Most of them are just a little heavy and confused, feeling that they have lost their way forward.

On the other hand, the old man, represented by the old man, was thinking about another problem. He knocked on the table to call everyone's attention.

Then he turned to the patriarch of the elves and asked, "Then why does Wall have such a powerful power?"

The patriarch frowned slightly, as if he didn't know the answer, so he could only make a cautious guess: "Perhaps, it's the power of Heiyuan."

The old man rubbed his temples helplessly, and comforted everyone by saying, "I have asked someone to spread the news. The president of the Zombie Association will go south to support after solving the problems in the north."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that the only surviving Level [-] powerhouse had returned to help.

With the cooperation of their dozens of fifth-level powerhouses, coupled with the team's support, although it will not make the defense line collapse at the touch of a button.

But in the face of the blackened Wall, who is suspected to be a sixth-level powerhouse, they are still a little terrified.

Suddenly, a member suddenly asked, "How long is it expected to take?"

The old man was silent for a moment: "Two months..."

Everyone fell silent.

On December 12th, Wall the Fallen struck again and killed a fifth-level Taoist priest.

On December 12th, Wall appeared with three other degenerates with the strength of the fifth-level powerhouse, but the alliance changed its strategy and stuck to its position, and the two sides were at a stalemate.

On December 12, just as the war in the south was at a stalemate, a hole was finally broken in the crumbling defense line in the north.

On December 12, the Northern Allied Forces announced to all the teams in the north that the extreme northern line of defense had fallen, and each regiment returned to the team border and fought on their own.

On December 12, the Confederate, southeastern defenses were raided, and the coastal defenses were lost again...

On January 2026, 1, China time, a voice from the system appeared in the ears of everyone in China...