Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

"Hey, what's all this fuss about? The suicide squad I was talking about are gold-eating ants. Build me some giant megaphones and tie them to the backs of the ants..."

Everyone then realized what was happening, and Guo Yilai quickly said, "Leave it to me, I guarantee I'll build you the biggest and loudest speaker, even more intimidating than the speakers used by the square dancing aunties."

Next, Lin Feng led the convoy to a relatively secluded spot and stopped, then had the Tree of Life deploy a natural barrier to cover the entire convoy.

Fortunately, the Tree of Life has absorbed 9% of the sacrificial energy these days, otherwise it would have been really difficult to create a barrier large enough to cover the entire convoy.

Guo Dayong was working feverishly to upgrade the audio system. In order to speed things up, he even had people remove the speakers from the cars in the convoy and use the existing speakers to accelerate the upgrade.

Thirty minutes later, in the open space, a high-powered speaker was firmly fixed to the backs of 100 gold-eating ants. Each gold-eating ant had a bloody and mangled Japanese man in its mandibles. The smell of blood was very strong. After the inspection was completed and it was confirmed that everything was in order,

"put!"

One hundred gold-devouring ants rushed out at the same time. After getting away from the convoy, they charged straight towards the swarm of wandering corpses. The Japanese man, held by their mandibles, swung through the air, and a strong smell of blood wafted towards the swarm of corpses.

As they approached the horde of zombies, Lin Feng suddenly pressed the remote control, and a deafening sound rang out.

Then, the densely packed corpses were startled by the strong smell of blood and the loud noise of square dancing. They turned around abruptly, their eyes falling on the gold-devouring ants that were running towards them and frantically provoking them.

Millions of corpse monsters turned around collectively, letting out a chorus of roars, and surged toward the hundred gold-devouring ants. The gold-devouring ants did not stop, but suddenly dispersed in five directions, forming groups of 20, and brushed past the edge of the corpse horde.

The zombie horde also split into five streams following the five baits, each chasing in a different direction, with roars and shrill music mingling together.

In one of the Japanese convoys, in the back of a modified heavy truck, a Japanese man had just finished raping a woman. He then kicked the wounded, barely clothed woman into a corner of the truck, and summoned a level 4 monster. The monster emerged from his body, took shape, and its sharp claws and twisted form looked particularly terrifying in the truck.

The woman desperately tried to shrink back, her voice hoarse: "Please...don't..."

Without pausing, the eerie creature pounced on the attack, eliciting brief screams and tearing sounds in the carriage before falling completely silent.

At this moment, a junior leader cautiously poked half his body in, his forehead covered in sweat: "Lord Yamamoto, the fleeing convoy ahead has stopped, about 10 kilometers away."

Yamamoto Jiro stood up, grabbed a katana, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips: "Whoosh... What are we waiting for? Chase after them! Feed all the men to the spirits, and leave the women behind."

The leader quickly nodded and retreated. The engine noise of the entire convoy suddenly increased, and all the vehicles accelerated at the same time, chasing after Lin Feng's convoy.

They chased for less than 10 minutes before they saw what was happening ahead.

Not the target team.

Everyone saw it: countless corpse monsters surged forward like a tide, and in front of the horde of corpse monsters were gold-devouring ants with corpses in their mouths, rushing toward them at an extremely fast speed. Each gold-devouring ant had a huge speaker fixed to its back, and square dance music was blaring at maximum volume throughout the wilderness.

"You are my little apple... I can never love you enough..."

When the Japanese convoy saw what was happening, they instinctively slammed on their brakes. The cars behind them couldn't avoid them in time, and a series of rear-end collisions rang out. The entire convoy quickly descended into chaos.

"Turn around! Turn around now!"

"It's a horde of zombies, we've been tricked..."

But it was too late. The gold-eating ants charged straight into the Japanese convoy, overturning dozens of cars and plunging the already chaotic convoy into even greater chaos.

The horde of zombies crashed directly into the Japanese caravan. A zombie monster, over three meters tall, grabbed a Japanese man and bit off his head.

"Snap!"

The head exploded in the corpse monster's mouth full of fangs, and the headless corpse's struggling movements stopped instantly.

Screams and cries for help rose and fell in an instant.

"Ahhh... Help..."

Yamajiro drew his katana, slashing through a charging corpse monster, and shouted loudly, his voice drowning out the chaos: "Everyone, form a battle formation where you are, release your spirits, and don't let the corpse monsters break the formation."

But it was too late. The horde of zombies was surging in from all directions. Screams and the sound of metal tearing could be heard constantly from inside the carriage. The zombie masters were squeezed into their respective positions and fought on their own. Faced with the endless stream of zombies, they were unable to form an effective defense.

Moreover, after such a long period of development, the strength of the Corpse Demons is now vastly different from what it used to be. A large number of level 3 and 4 Corpse Demons are mixed in with the Corpse Horde. Although these Corpse Masters have strange methods, they only have one way to deal with this number of Corpse Demons: to escape.

Yamamoto Jiro's unit was indeed extraordinary. An ordinary convoy would have been devoured long ago, leaving not even bones or scraps. But they managed to fight their way through the encirclement of two or three hundred thousand zombies and escape.

Those level 4 Ghost Masters pushed the parasitic monsters to their limits. Different monsters worked together, and hundreds of spider monsters sprayed out spider webs that intertwined to form a barrier. When the corpse monsters crashed into them, they were either corroded or entangled in the spider webs. The corpse monsters behind continued to surge forward, stepping on the remains of the corpse monsters in front.

Then a new kind of eeriness was summoned, burrowing underground. The ground beneath the corpses collapsed instantly, and swathes of corpses fell into the deep pit, where they were then buried and crushed into fragments.

There is another kind of monster that can spew out clumps of corrosive slime. Its belly bulges out, and then a clump of slime is sprayed out of its mouth like a cannonball, hitting the horde of corpse monsters. The corpse monsters that are stuck to the slime are corroded and turn into a puddle of pus.

Those powerful demon tamers mutated their bodies into bizarre forms, such as having seven or eight heads sprouting from their bodies, each head emitting a sharp sound, and their hands transforming into sharp bone claws, forcefully tearing a gap in the massive horde of corpse demons and breaking through the encirclement.

Although less than one-tenth of the original vehicles escaped, and most of the vehicles were covered in claw marks, their armor plates were torn to shreds, and the doors were missing, they still managed to escape in the end.

Standing on the wrecked roof of the vehicle, Yamamoto Jiro counted the number of people. There were only 300 left, almost all of them were injured, missing limbs. Even he himself was covered in claw marks, with deep wounds that exposed bone. If it weren't for the strange energy that blocked the wounds, he would have bled to death long ago.

Just when they thought they had finally escaped and looked ahead, the joy that had just appeared on their faces vanished completely.