“Zero Point, Zhang Jie, we attack the mummies! Everyone else, attack the surrounding zombies! Quickly!” Zheng Zha decisively roared, raising his submachine gun and firing at the approaching mummy guards.

Lacking the firepower of heavy machine guns, the submachine guns were slightly insufficient; it took more than a dozen rounds to completely shatter a single mummy guard. Thus, in a short time, these dozens of mummy guards had rushed to within ten meters of the vehicle. Fortunately, Zero Point and Zhang Jie had arrived by then, adding two more streams of fire, especially with Zero Point’s precise marksmanship. The mummy guards were finally shattered one after another. By the time the last mummy guard reached the front of the bus, it was instantly reduced to dust by the combined force of three weapons.

Zheng Zha and the other two breathed a sigh of relief. When they turned their heads, they saw Zhan Lan leading the others in firing continuously at the surrounding zombies. They wielded their weapons with nimble skill, hacking at the zombies around them, and one mummy guard even stood outside the bus window, attacking relentlessly—its ferocity was enough to make anyone sweat just watching.

“Hold tight!” O’Connell roared once the surrounding zombies thinned out. His foot was already pressed to the floor on the accelerator. The minibus finally broke free from the horde of zombies at maximum speed, speeding away down the main road.

Jonathan and the two Americans let out a cheer, but their cheers had barely left their lips.

Just as the minibus rounded a corner, they saw countless zombies filling the opposite side of the street—at least ten thousand, densely packed. Even more terrifying, the walls of the buildings and the rooftops on both sides of the street were swarming with mummy guards, their numbers likely reaching several hundred.

“Oh, my God!” O’Connell muttered dumbly, instinctively easing off the accelerator.

Anyone faced with this horrifying spectacle would probably lack the courage to drive the minibus straight through.

Zheng Zha gritted his teeth fiercely. He quickly urged O’Connell, “O’Connell! Trust me! Drive straight in! Damn it, push the throttle all the way in!” Saying this, he directly pulled the Necronomicon from his storage ring and began loudly chanting an incantation as if no one else were present.

O’Connell bit down hard, abandoning all caution, and stomped on the accelerator, plunging forward. The minibus charged toward the countless zombies before them with a sense of grim determination.

Amidst the horde of mummy guards large enough to swallow the minibus, as the guards rushed in from both sides of the street to pounce on the vehicle, a sudden whirlwind swept them into the air. Furthermore, this whirlwind grew increasingly violent, eventually spinning into a full vortex.

It transformed into a churning tornado, and the minibus drove straight into the heart of this localized maelstrom.

The surrounding zombies were lifted into the sky in swathes, and the mummy guards were caught up too. Their weight was utterly negligible to the tornado; they were easily swept aloft and destroyed. In contrast, the sheer mass of the minibus fortunately shielded it from this catastrophe.

It was also fortunate that Zheng Zha could only conjure a small-scale tornado. If the vortex had been even slightly larger, the minibus and everyone inside would likely have been annihilated.

O’Connell yelled madly, clinging desperately to the steering wheel, his eyes fixed only on the road ahead. Even within the dust storm, the distance he could see was severely limited, but he was exerting every ounce of his strength to control the minibus’s direction. The safety of those behind him and around him was entirely entrusted to Zheng Zha and the others. Only Evy’s continuous shrieks occasionally made his shoulders tremble.

The sandstorm arrived quickly and departed quickly. Soon, the dust gathered in the air, forming Imhotep’s humanoid shape. However, he now held a person in his hand—one of the two Americans. He had been snatched up by Imhotep at some point. This American was paralyzed with terror, screaming incessantly, while the others could only watch as Imhotep opened his rotting maw and completely drained the man, reducing him to a desiccated corpse in mere seconds. Immediately, the withered flesh on Imhotep’s body began to visibly regenerate, and soon, his appearance returned to that of a living man.

“Cat! Zhan Lan, get the cat out!” Zheng Zha roared, pulling the other American behind him. He raised his submachine gun and fired at Imhotep, but the spiritual bullets were once again useless. They passed through Imhotep’s body as if they were ordinary rounds, sinking in as if fired into sand. Imhotep’s form instantly snapped back to wholeness. Next, Imhotep merely glanced dismissively at the bullet holes in his body, let out a loud howl, and transformed again into a sandstorm, sweeping toward the others... and the last remaining American beside Zheng Zha.