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

"Hey, you guys, are we super lucky this time? The zombies we encountered along the way are not only pitifully few in number, but also not very strong."

A young man with a fresh face said with a smile, his eyes sparkling with relief at surviving the disaster.

There was still a bit of childish innocence in his smile, as if the danger he had just experienced was just a small adventure game.

"Yes, yes." A kind-looking middle-aged woman nearby quickly agreed, with a hint of relief on her face, "Our team is really strong. With so many powerful psychics protecting us, we will definitely reach our destination smoothly."

At this time, a gray-haired old man also responded confidently:

"As long as we work together, we will be able to reach the Jinling base smoothly. However, this is also thanks to these brave psychics. They are our guardian angels!"

Everyone was talking at once, and their words were full of expectations for the future and trust in the team.

It was as if all the worries that had been following me like a shadow before had disappeared in this brief victory.

However, just when everyone thought the danger was over and just breathed a sigh of relief.

The situation suddenly changed like a storm.

I saw a tall and powerful zombie with muscles as big as hills. It looked like a demon quietly crawling out of the abyss of hell. It had appeared from the darkness like a ghost at some point and was chasing after me at an astonishing speed.

Its astonishingly huge body appeared and disappeared in the darkness, just like a towering and eerie hill that made people feel scared.

The muscles all over his body are like a bunch of twisting and wriggling huge tumors, stacked and squeezed on each other.

It was covered with crisscrossing blue veins, as if countless disgusting earthworms were madly crawling under its skin.

The skin was a strange dark purple color, as if it had been soaked in countless amounts of blood and then dried, leaving behind a horrible color. It also emitted a disgusting stench, like a foul-smelling miasma mixed with death and decay.

Its ferocious head was enormous, and its facial features were distorted beyond human form, making it impossible to recognize its original appearance.

Its mouth was wide open, revealing a row of jagged, sharp fangs. Between its teeth were wisps of foul-smelling flesh and blood, as if they were the bloody traces left after it had devoured its prey.

A pair of blood-red eyes were like two bottomless pools of blood, emitting a bloodthirsty and crazy light, flashing a strange red light in the darkness, as if they could suck people's souls into them.

It suddenly let out a low and hoarse roar, the sound was like rolling thunder exploding in its ears, or like the desperate roar of beasts in extreme pain, as if it could shake the earth violently.

The sound waves vibrated wildly in the air, making people terrified. The eardrums of some ordinary people in the convoy were hurt by the powerful sound waves, as if countless needles were piercing them fiercely.

Then, this horrible monster easily picked up an abandoned car from the roadside with one hand. The movement was smooth and powerful, and then, without hesitation, it threw the car at the speeding convoy as if throwing a stone.

The car drew a sharp arc in the darkness, and with a whistling sound, it rushed straight towards the front of the convoy like a cannonball, at such a fast speed that people had no time to react.

"Be careful!" someone in the convoy shouted in horror, his voice full of panic and fear, and the sound was so sharp that it seemed to cut through the dark night sky.

This shout instantly brought the slightly relaxed atmosphere in the car to freezing point, and everyone's heart suddenly rose to their throat.

The drivers were indeed experienced. At this critical moment, they reacted as quickly as lightning and turned the steering wheel sharply.

The vehicle rubbed violently against the ground, making a harsh sound, and the body of the vehicle swayed violently from side to side like a small boat tossed in strong winds and huge waves.

The people in the car were dizzy, their stomachs were churning and their heads were buzzing.

They tightly grasped at anything around them that could stabilize their bodies, with looks of fear on their faces, and some even couldn't help but scream.

The car flew past the body of the bus, bringing up a gust of wind like a gust of wind sweeping past, frightening everyone on the bus so much that they broke out in cold sweats, as if they had walked through the gates of hell.

But this power-type mutant zombie did not give up.

With a crazy light in its eyes, it picked up another car and threw it hard again.

The car was like a black lightning, carrying the breath of death, roaring towards the center of the convoy.

With their superb driving skills and calm responses, the drivers quickly changed gears and stepped on the accelerator, and the vehicles dodged left and right on the road like nimble cheetahs.

The wheels spun rapidly on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The items in the car fell one after another as the vehicle shook violently, and people were staggering around in the car, unable to stand steadily.

The car hit the air again, creating a big hole in the road and splashing up a cloud of gravel and dust.

Stones flew everywhere, and some hit the car body, making dull sounds.

Seeing this, the mutant zombie fell into an even more frenzied state.

Its deafening roar sounded like the roar from hell, as if it was going to tear the entire world apart and destroy it.

Its blood-red eyes were wide open, filled with endless madness and bloodthirsty desire.

Disgusting mucus kept dripping from its mouth, leaving disgusting trails on the ground as it ran.

It chased after us like a madman, and the ground beneath our feet was trampled into dust by its heavy footsteps.

While running, it did not forget to attack the convoy, grabbing any objects it could get hold of around it, whether it was an abandoned car, a broken electric pole, or heavy concrete stones on the roadside, all of which were easily lifted by it like a toy, and then thrown fiercely at the convoy in front.

The thrown objects flew through the darkness like out-of-control meteors, streaking through the air and causing sharp gusts of wind.

The zombies' roars sounded like the devil's curse, constantly echoing in people's ears.

Every time a car or other object flew by, it was like a thick shadow of death looming over them, making the people in the convoy ahead feel as if they were really in the end of the world.

Despair and fear followed like shadows, tightly gripping everyone's heart.

Fortunately, all the drivers have excellent driving skills. They cooperated with each other and had a tacit understanding at this critical moment of life and death.