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

Its hideous and terrifying face is like that of a cursed evil spirit, which makes people shudder.

The disgusting stench grew stronger as it approached, filling the air like an invisible poisonous fog, making people feel even more uncomfortable in their stomachs.

Under this overwhelming fear, everyone was completely at a loss.

Their eyes were fixed on the approaching zombies, their eyes full of fear and despair.

The figure of the zombie was like a huge shadow, looming over everyone's heart, stunning them for a moment. They had no idea how to deal with this powerful enemy that appeared in an instant like a nightmare.

Fear spread rapidly in my heart like a surging tide, and the car fell into deathly silence in an instant.

Only the sound of the engine echoed wildly in the dullness, like a rapid countdown to death. Every sound hit people's hearts like a hammer, making people terrified.

Although the psychics at this time were feeling unwell, they were well aware of the severity of the situation.

They knew that if they didn't act quickly, everyone would face catastrophe.

So they began to adjust their state quickly, trying to concentrate and overcome their physical discomfort to prepare for the upcoming battle.

However, just when everyone had not yet recovered from this suffocatingly tense situation, a wood-type mutant zombie suddenly appeared from nowhere like a ghost.

It was seen waving its arms and exerting all its strength to mobilize the supernatural power in its body.

The next second, the dead branches and rotten wood on the roadside seemed to be instantly endowed with evil life.

The branches grew and extended crazily at an astonishing speed, wrapping around the convoy like twisting tentacles at lightning speed.

The branches were thick and powerful, with sharp twigs that cut through the air, making a hissing sound.

It sounded like the sharp howl of a devil, making people feel creepy and their hair stand on end.

Some branches hit the car directly, making loud "crackling" sounds.

Deep scratches were instantly left on the car body, as if it had been ruthlessly scratched by the devil's claws.

The shocking scratches made the people in the car even more terrified.

There was some black mucus dripping from the branches, emitting a pungent stench. Once it touched the car body, it immediately began to corrode and emit bursts of green smoke.

The pungent smell instantly filled the air, making people feel nauseous and almost faint.

For a moment, the car was filled with screams of fear.

"Everyone be careful, avoid those branches! Don't get hit!"

A mutant shouted loudly.

At this moment, another fire mutant zombie jumped out from another direction like lightning.

Huge fireballs spewed out of its mouth, flying towards the convoy at an astonishing speed like cannonballs.

Wherever the fireball went, the air seemed to be ignited in an instant, and the scorching heat rushed towards them like a tidal wave, as if it would burn everything to ashes in an instant.

The flames illuminated the surrounding darkness, but also brought endless fear and danger. The blazing flames seemed like the messenger of hell, dragging the convoy into the abyss at lightning speed.

Each fireball carried a breath of destruction. Wherever it passed, the ground was burned black, and deep pits were left behind in the blink of an eye.

The temperature inside the car also rose sharply due to the approaching fireball. People felt as if they were instantly placed in a furnace. Sweat kept pouring out of their foreheads like a spring, and breathing became difficult, as if they would be swallowed by the high temperature and fear in the next second.

In an instant, the entire convoy fell into chaos.

In this chaos, buses and coaches carrying large numbers of people undoubtedly became the main targets of the zombies' attacks.

The huge car body seemed extremely fragile under the attack of the mutant zombies, as if it could be destroyed at any time.

Inside the bus, ordinary people looked out the window in horror at the devil-like zombies and the madly attacking tree branches and fireballs.

Their faces were as pale as paper and their eyes were filled with despair and fear.

Some people hugged each other tightly and shivered; others covered their ears, trying to block out the terrifying sound.

"What should we do? Are we dead?" a young girl said crying.

"Don't be afraid, we will be fine." An old man comforted, but his own eyes were full of worry.

The situation inside the bus was also not optimistic.

People were staggering around in the carriage, shrouded in fear and chaos.

Some children were so scared that they cried loudly, and their parents held them tightly in their arms, trying to give them some sense of security.

"We must find a way to survive!" a middle-aged man shouted.

However, the actual situation is becoming increasingly critical, as if the wheel of fate is accelerating towards an even darker abyss.

From all directions, more and more zombies came like a tide.

Their hideous faces were looming in the darkness, emitting a disgusting stench.

These zombies seemed to be pulled by some evil force and surrounded the buses and public transports in the middle of the convoy.

The scene was like a doomsday storm about to swallow up the last boat of hope.

The zombies bared their fangs and claws, let out low roars, and approached the two vehicles carrying so many lives step by step.

Their figures looked particularly terrifying in the interweaving of firelight and darkness, as if they were evil spirits crawling out from the depths of hell, dragging everyone into endless darkness.

Seeing this, people in other vehicles in the convoy immediately got out of their vehicles without hesitation and prepared to rush to help.

The people with special abilities who were already on the buses and public transportation knew that they had the responsibility to protect everyone.

They were the first to fight back, buying themselves precious time while waiting for more assistance.

On the bus, a lightning-type mutant with eyes as sharp as a knife shouted:

"Never retreat!" The voice was like a loud bell, echoing in the narrow carriage, like a battle horn.

Then, he waved his hands, and blue electric currents crisscrossed the carriage like violent lightning.

At this time, the branches that were madly entwined with the vehicle like devil tentacles became his target of attack.

He concentrated the powerful electric current onto those thick branches that carried an evil aura. The current instantly penetrated the branches, making a loud "crackling" sound. The branches trembled violently under the impact of the current, emitting wisps of black smoke, and in a moment they lost the strength to continue to entangle.

The lightning-type psychic's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which slid down his cheeks.

But there was no fear in his eyes, only a firm desire to protect.