Chapter 497, Weapons Aren't Meant to Collect Dust

On the road.

Large swaths of zombies began to converge.

They snarled viciously, charging forward with bared teeth and flailing claws.

The Skeleton Flying Dragon swept overhead, and Solid Iron Bullets rained down like a deluge into the horde.

The zombies along the road were torn apart in the bombardment.

Immediately after, a floating Longsword began to fly forward.

Streaks of sword light flashed by.

The remaining zombies' heads fell off, and their bodies slumped down lifelessly.

The battle was over.

The Skeletons cleaned up the battlefield, while Wu Heng checked his experience points.

[Level: 17 (47582/265000)]

That afternoon, they cleared roughly three factories along the road.

His experience points had reached forty-seven thousand.

There was still some way to go to reach Level 18.

"It seems that experience points accumulate faster in the city," Wu Heng muttered.

Killing zombies had actually become not much of a challenge.

It was just a matter of efficiency.