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

Although these zombies and mutated animals and plants were so numerous that they were like a tide, they kept coming in wave after wave.

However, in front of the powerful strength and tacit cooperation of Li Luo and his group, they seemed so vulnerable.

After a thrilling and almost suffocating battle, the air, which was originally as heavy as a substance and filled with the smell of blood and killing, finally seemed to be gently touched by an invisible big hand, and slowly, slowly regained a trace of clarity.

The hair-raising tension was like a surging tide that gradually receded after a long struggle, leaving behind only a dead silence.

Everyone's nerves, which had been tense, suddenly broke like a bowstring stretched to its limit at that moment, and their tense bodies relaxed.

Everyone's body seemed to have been drained of all strength by a pair of ruthless hands, leaving only an endless feeling of exhaustion.

Beads of sweat the size of beans trickled down their faces, which were covered in dust, dirt, and blood.

It was like a bunch of earthworms twisting and crawling freely in the mud.

Fatigue was like a heavy lead weight, weighing down everyone and making it hard for them to breathe.

But in their bloodshot yet still bright eyes, there was clearly a barely perceptible glimmer of relief.

After going through desperate situations and fighting to break out from the fangs of death, I deeply cherished and was sincerely relieved for this hard-earned moment of peace, as if silently telling:

This time, we survived again.

However, everyone knows that in this doomsday world, danger is as ubiquitous as the air.

Perhaps the next battle is just around the next corner, quietly waiting for them, ready to give them a fatal blow at any time.

The wheels rolled, and finally, after a bumpy and thrilling journey, they arrived at the edge of T City.

The wind whistled past the car window, carrying with it the desolation and ruin of the end of the world.

Li Luo's gaze through the car window was like two sharp swords, cutting through the chaotic air, vigilantly examining this crumbling world.

The car bumped along the rough road, and every vibration seemed like the earth's painful groan.

Suddenly, Li Luo's eyes froze, as if he was attracted by something.

She activated her eye-enhancing ability, and her gaze was like a nimble snake, winding away into the distance, penetrating through layers of fog and darkness.

An abandoned gas station gradually became clear in her sight.

The building looked like an old man on his deathbed, crumbling under the gloomy sky.

Large flakes of paint have peeled off the walls, revealing a mottled base color, just like hideous scars left by the years, silently telling the vicissitudes of the past and the desolation of the present.

The signboard was hanging crookedly on the roof, and the words on it had been eroded by wind and sand to the point of being blurred and illegible. It was trembling in the strong wind, as if it would be torn apart by this raging force in the next second and swept into endless nothingness.

Li Luo's gaze did not stop, but continued to go deeper, penetrating the wall of the gas station.

There were a few dusty cars parked inside, their bodies covered in rust, like giant beasts forgotten by time. Their tires had long since dried up and lay powerlessly on the ground.

The door of the convenience store at the gas station was open, the shelves inside were tilted, and the goods were scattered all over the floor, making the place a mess.

There were a few dried black stains on the ground, not sure if they were traces of gasoline or some other liquid. They were like pools of solidified darkness, giving off a stale and decayed smell.

As he continued to explore deeper, Li Luo saw the scene deeper inside the gas station.

This one glance made her heart suddenly tighten, as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and a chill surged from the bottom of her heart.

There were many survivors in the gas station, but the scene before them was horrifying.

Women and girls made up the majority of the people. They huddled in a corner of the back room of the gas station, a small space that could barely shelter them from the wind and rain. It was dark and damp, filled with the smell of decay and despair.

Their eyes were as empty as if they were swallowed by an abyss of endless darkness, leaving behind only bodies that looked like dead wood.

Their ragged clothes were like broken flags torn in the wind of the end of the world, hanging limply on their thin bodies. Every torn corner of their clothes seemed to be crying out their miserable experiences at the top of their lungs, adding to the desolation in this dead silent space.

If you look closely, you can see that their bodies are covered with bruises and scars.

Those blue and purple marks, like angry, twisted and hideous centipedes, crawled all over their fragile skin.

Every scar seemed to be screaming out the inhumane torture they had endured. It was a tragic melody of pain and despair, humming and echoing in this cramped corner for a long time.

Some curled up tightly into a ball, as if such a small and humble posture could resist the thousands of malicious intentions in this end time.

Their trembling hands tightly hugged themselves, which was their last line of defense. However, fear was like an icy tide, seeping out from between their fingers and quickly filling the freezing air.

Some women's eyes were filled with fear and despair, like zombies whose souls had been taken away, and they could only numbly endure the suffering of this purgatory on earth.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless as they stared blankly ahead. They had lost response to everything around them, as if they had given up any hope in this world.

Their existence seems to be the most painful and silent accusation against this cruel world. The silent sorrow is like an invisible force that deeply tugs at the hearts of every bystander.

Of course, there were also a few men in the crowd, their bodies tired and haggard, like fallen leaves hit by frost.

His clothes were torn and his skin was covered with wounds.

Some of the wounds were deep, some were shallow, and some were still oozing blood. The dried blood scabs were like broken armor, witnessing the brutal battle they had experienced not long ago.

But even so, their backs remained straight, like sturdy green pines, standing in front of the women and children, building a solid line of defense.

In their eyes, fatigue and fear occasionally flashed like dark clouds, but more often than not, there was a determination to protect as firm as steel. The light was like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, bright and dazzling.

They held tightly onto their crude weapons, which, though flimsy, became the only barrier between this tiny space and the dangers of the outside world, supporting a small, precarious "safe zone" for the weak behind them.