Burn this guy to ashes

If what Emma Kensington said is true, then fear is what it desires the most.

In the following days, almost two or three people were killed every day, skinned and hung on trees. The actions of the C-level zombie were limited to this, without doing anything else.

Some couldn't bear it and secretly tried to escape. However, once outside, they couldn't run far before being caught by wandering zombies and eaten. Staying in the mansion meant waiting for their turn to be killed and skinned. Going outside meant getting caught and eaten immediately.

Both choices led to death, and in this tense and oppressive atmosphere, people's spirits were stretched to the limit.

"Help, help!" One morning, with the sun already high in the sky, someone screamed.

The crowd rushed out.

They saw a person covered in blood, limping away, followed by a zombie completely covered in black human skin. The zombie was leisurely walking behind, seemingly enjoying the expressions of despair and escape.

"Bastard!" Clark cursed and picked up a knife, charging towards them. He wasn't the type to watch someone die without trying to help.

However, the zombie showed no intention to fight, turning around and running towards the outside.

"Don't chase!" Emma Kensington shouted.

However, at that moment, a change occurred. Looking at the direction the zombie was running, three fire dragons suddenly appeared, forming a triangular encirclement from three directions, surrounding the zombie.

"Haha, didn't expect to encounter such a big fish!" A somewhat arrogant voice came from deep in the woods.

Immediately after, a net shot from another direction, opening in the air and capturing the zombie. It tightened immediately, wrapping it up like a dumpling. A knife flew out and plunged into the zombie's throat, flames erupting and turning it into ashes.

The entire action was done seamlessly, as if it had been trained countless times.

Three men wearing Alliance soldier uniforms emerged from the woods. The leader was a young man with camouflage smeared on his face, tall and thin, holding a flamethrower. Even if his face wasn't visible, his exuberant personality could be sensed from his exaggerated smile.

"We're Team 191!" Michael, the captain of this team, walked in front and spotted Emma Kensington from a distance.

He was followed by two men, one shorter but sturdy-looking, and the other wearing glasses, looking somewhat youthful.

"Emma Kensington, where are your team members?" Michael spoke only to Emma Kensington, automatically ignoring Clark standing beside her.

Clark snorted lightly, not bothering to speak.

"They sacrificed themselves," Emma Kensington said quietly, not particularly fond of Michael.

"Looks like you've encountered trouble!" Michael laughed.

"John, don't create conflicts. You two go check the surroundings; see if there's any potential danger nearby." Michael directed the two members behind him.

John was small but agile, and as he walked, his eyes remained fixed on Emma Kensington.

"So, you were sent to assist us?" Emma Kensington asked.

"Of course. Your mission is completed, and now it's up to us!" Michael said with a smile, immediately assuming the role of the highest commander here.

"Ah!"

Just at that moment, a scream came from inside the garage. The sound was familiar to Clark.

Not good!

It was Olivia Turner!

Clark immediately ran towards the garage, but upon entering, Olivia Turner was nowhere to be seen, only a huddled crowd around.

"It's a zombie. The zombie took her away!"

Someone shakily spoke.

"I'll go after her!" Clark clearly saw the zombie, covered in human skin, being burned to ashes by Michael and his team just now!

"Michael, your arrival has been exposed!" Emma Kensington finally realized, "They haven't killed us yet because they're waiting for your arrival!"

Watching Michael, who seemed a bit confused, Emma Kensington explained the current situation to him.

Michael was momentarily stunned.

Clark was about to rush out but was stopped by Emma Kensington.

"If you go now, you'll just be sending yourself to die!" Emma Kensington said sternly. According to her understanding, it was impossible for an individual to defeat a C-level zombie.

"I have to go!" Clark smiled. He knew Emma Kensington meant well, but he couldn't just watch Olivia Turner get captured. He didn't want the fate of those who died horribly to happen to Olivia Turner.

"Teleport within 500 meters, lock onto the C-level zombie!"

Without looking back, Clark ran towards the outside and disappeared into the woods.

When he reappeared, he was already two to three hundred meters away from the mansion. At this moment, a zombie covered in human skin was rapidly moving forward, carrying an unconscious woman on its back—Olivia Turner.

"Put her down!" Clark shouted and charged forward.The C-class zombie really stopped. Its face slowly turned around, wearing a human skin with a pair of green eyes emitting a faint glow, staring at Clark. It couldn't figure out how Clark caught up, but since he's here, might as well kill him.

After putting down Olivia Turner, the C-class zombie rushed directly towards Clark, extending its hands. The nails were not long, but they shone with a chilling light, sharp enough. In the nail seams, there were remnants of dirty blood and flesh.

With a "crack" sound, the C-class zombie's nails directly scratched both sides of Clark's arms. The clothes he was wearing were scratched with several marks, as if cut by a knife. However, there were no obvious injuries on his body.

The C-class zombie was also stunned. It usually peeled off human skin with these hands, like cutting tofu. How come it had no effect on this guy?

Clark instantly understood; it was the effect of body strengthening. Although he wasn't invulnerable, he could withstand ordinary attacks. In other words, it was impossible for the C-class zombie to easily kill him!

Realizing this, Clark immediately engaged in a struggle with the C-class zombie. His body kept enduring the attacks, making a series of striking sounds.

Olivia Turner, who had been abducted by the C-class zombie and fainted in fear, woke up in the midst of this noisy battle. When she saw Clark desperately fighting the zombie, she instantly understood that he came to rescue her.

This guy actually came to rescue her! Olivia Turner felt a bit moved.

"Ding! The system detects that the first beauty has strengthened her favor towards the host. Reward method: Ignition. A nameless fire can be generated in the palm of the hand. Anything touched will be burned by the nameless fire, and the degree of burning depends on the specific circumstances of the contact. This reward can only be used once." The system's voice suddenly rang out.

Clark, who was having a bit of trouble in the fight, brightened up. This came at the perfect time!

Directly using it!

A nameless fire immediately ignited in Clark's palm. The flame was transparent, but the high temperature distorted the surrounding air.

"Burn this guy to ashes!" Clark roared, and his palms directly pressed against the C-class zombie. In fact, when Clark's palms were ablaze, the C-class zombie already felt something was wrong. However, being in close combat with Clark, even if it noticed the anomaly, it was too late to pull away. When Clark's palms touched its body, the C-class zombie immediately howled.

Two black handprints directly imprinted on its chest, like two branding irons, deeply embedded into the flesh, burning at a high temperature, making a sizzling sound. Its skin was charred.