I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1556 - 1550: The Sun About to Explode

Chapter 1556: Chapter 1550: The Sun About to Explode

This isn’t an earthquake—it’s a quake in this space itself. Meanwhile, the people on the ground have gone completely mad. Their skin begins to crack, revealing the heavily decayed organs inside their bodies. For some, patterns or scales emerge on their faces, while tentacles burst forth from their torn flesh. After their blood and flesh split apart... they should no longer be called "humans." Their bodies are no longer filled with sand-like black ash that scatters in the wind; instead, their insides have rotted, resembling zombies!

That’s right—they are zombies! They were zombies from the very beginning!

This crowd transformed into a swarm of the undead almost in an instant. And compared to before, they have become even more frenzied!

After Fake Tang Ye’s death, this space—which was already nonexistent—began to tremble violently. Countless zombies below were thrown about like ragdolls by the shaking ground, yet unaffected by pain, they used their own bodies to construct a towering spire in record time, aiming to strike Tang Ye, who hovered in midair!

But halfway through their climb, a flash of black light cut through. The hastily assembled tower of zombies immediately disintegrated, collapsing in a cascade of limbs and flesh as enraged zombie roars echoed endlessly across the space.

The trembling of this space grew ever more severe. Buildings that still stood, somehow resisting collapse, finally succumbed as the violent quakes grew stronger. They toppled, crashing heavily to the ground one after another.

After dismantling the zombie-built tower, Tang Ye turned around, his gaze directed behind him, toward the direction another version of himself had stared at earlier. However, when he looked, there was nothing there.

"Hmm?"

With a murmur of confusion, Tang Ye wondered—those words the other version of himself had uttered moments ago, were they directed at Dairya? If so, where had Dairya been hiding?

Recalling the nuances of the other self’s facial expression as he spoke earlier, Tang Ye noticed that his head had lifted slightly upward, his gaze fixed on a position above and behind himself.

That direction...

Tang Ye tilted his head upward at a slight angle. Piercing sunlight struck his eyes, prompting him to instinctively avert his gaze. Despite having lost much of his power in the earlier battle, he was still at Level 8—a force that had ravaged Xi River City. The storms he created swept the black ash pouring out of people’s bodies along with dust from the damaged buildings into the air. Now, the sky was shrouded in gray haze, blanketed by particulate debris that blotted out its original blue hue. Yet despite the dense fog, the sun’s radiance remained undiminished—its brilliance defiantly piercing through, resisting complete obscuration!

Come to think of it, since arriving here, Tang Ye had never encountered weather other than perpetual sunshine. Every day was bright and clear, whether in Camberlite or Xi River City.

Narrowing his eyes, Tang Ye squinted at the glaring sunlight, studying the sun as though trying to discern its true form. Before long, the densely packed zombie horde below surged together once more, coalescing into a monstrous tidal wave rushing toward him!

"No time to play with you all... Wait...!"

Preparing to dispatch these annoying creatures, Tang Ye paused—is it just his imagination, or did he see thin filaments on the surface of the sun’s body? Closing his eyes briefly, he adjusted to alleviate the discomfort they caused, then reopened them to take another look. This time, he seemed to see more clearly: those aren’t filaments. They’re cracks. It wasn’t an illusion. As the space trembled, the sun itself seemed to be battling something from within.

On the ground, the roars of the zombie horde rose and fell, interwoven like the cheers of a raucous audience witnessing a spectacular performance in a grand theater!

Amidst the cacophony of screams, the mass of zombies coalesced yet again, forming a towering wave that hurled itself toward Tang Ye!

Countless zombie claws flailed, desperate to snatch hold of him as billowing black mist erupted from Tang Ye’s body, coalescing quickly into a dark beam of light that smashed down upon the crest of the surging wave!

BOOM!

An indescribable explosion reverberated through the utterly ruined Xi River City, unleashing raging turbulence that swept away dust and debris in the aftermath. Within the column of black light, countless zombie bodies disintegrated into ash, scattering like grains of sand in the storm’s wake!

The massive tidal wave of zombies instantly fractured in two, their bodies crashing lifelessly to the ground. Tang Ye’s strike seemed to accelerate something, causing the space’s tremors to intensify dramatically!

He stopped, casually grabbing a zombie lunging at him by the head and driving its skull into the earth. Raising his head once more, he focused on the sun in the sky. Just like the space around him, the sun had begun to quake violently, but unlike before, the "sun" was no longer perched loftily in the heavens. It had descended considerably lower, its state growing increasingly unstable, now resembling nothing more than a chandelier hanging precariously from the ceiling of a living room.

"What’s happening?"

Tang Ye was now certain that everything he encountered was real—clear, undeniable, tangible. The cracks on the "sun" multiplied rapidly, spreading like a dense spider web across its surface, and even beyond its body, stretching outward. Against the gray-blue backdrop of the sky, the fissures became startlingly prominent!

The cracks extended at an accelerating pace, occupying a significant portion of the sky, forming a half-spherical web radiating toward Xi River City!

"Out of my way!"

A casual wave of his hand instantly cleared the zombies pressing toward him. Tang Ye continued to scrutinize the happenings above. Before long, a sharp scream erupted near his ears—a strangely eerie sound, distant yet inexplicably intimate, as if it resonated within his own mind.

It was familiar. Tang Ye immediately realized it was Dairya’s scream; she sounded as though she had been wounded by something!

The next moment, a female voice rang in his mind as well, ethereal like the scream before, but infused with profound exhaustion—the murmur of someone at death’s door, whispering urgently of her unfulfilled desires to a nearby stranger.

"Take me... out of here... Bring me to her side... Thank you..."

The voice belonged to Lu Xiaojie. But Tang Ye was puzzled—she wanted to leave; that he understood. Yet he had no idea how she expected him to accomplish that.

"How am I supposed to take you out? Tell me something!"

He shouted toward the sky, but no one responded. His eyes remained locked onto the increasingly unstable "sun," which seemed poised to shatter into countless fragments at any moment!