The old, weak, sick, and disabled team?
'It's just a team with old people and children, isn't it? Where are the sick and disabled?'
Xie Ning rolled her eyes at the little boy downstairs.
'That guy Cres really has some nerve!'
By now, the numerous Superpower Users had already cleared out the zombie horde ahead. Although a steady stream of zombies still rushed toward the stairwell after hearing the commotion, it was hardly a problem for them.
The Superpower Users from several teams gathered together, feeling that killing these Initial-stage zombies took almost no effort.
Unleashing their powers, they could wipe them out in swathes.
The group of survivors following them all stared wide-eyed, muttering in disbelief.
"Last time, Zhong organized over fifty people, and they couldn't even get to the second floor. They lost nearly half their group, too."
"So it's this easy for Superpower Users to kill zombies." The old woman who spoke swallowed, a hint of envy in her eyes.
