Nightfall.

In the Oil City, more and more zombies gathered before the walls formed by stacked containers.

After Li Yu dealt with Guan Zhongjin, Third Uncle and others connected hoses to the oil within the city and used spray guns to coat the walls with oil outside the fortress.

After a round of spraying, a heavy dose of oil was used, permeating the air with a pungent smell.

Some of the oil even splashed onto the zombies, covering them with dark oil, making them harder to see in the night.

Third Uncle took out a box of matches, lit a cigarette, and flipped a match lightly onto the places where the oil was sprayed.

Boom!

The spark touched the oil, igniting instantly and spreading rapidly, the flames resembling a fiery dragon encircling the Oil City.

The entire Oil City suddenly became bright, the flames illuminating within and outside the walls.

Beyond the walls, the zombies drenched in oil ignited, appearing like demons emerging from hell.

But these fierce flames consumed them to death.

Standing atop the wall, Third Uncle and others shielded their eyes, the blazing fire felt hot even from three or four meters away.

While spraying the oil, they tried to spray it further out, but some inevitably dripped below the containers.

The fire spread, reaching below the walls, heating the containers; fortunately, they were made of metal, or they might have burned the walls down.

Sizzle—

Third Uncle smelled the odor of scorched insoles, quickly lifted his foot, and saw the soles starting to soften from the heat. He told everyone, "Move further away, careful not to get burned."

After speaking, Third Uncle jumped down from the wall.

Flames scattered, the blazing Oil City surrounded by fire increased in temperature over time.

Li Yu felt the heat rising and stepped out from among the city's residents.

The sight amazed him; smoke emanating from the encircling walls was alight with flames, indicating Third Uncle and others had sprayed and ignited the oil.

He wasn't surprised, as Third Uncle and others had told him before.

Approaching the wall slowly, he could feel the temperature rising.

It was supposed to cool off at night, compared to the daytime heat.

But now, the temperature was higher than during the day.

Many people who came down from the wall had flushed faces, clearly reddened from the outside flames.

As the temperature rose, everyone took off their anti-explosion suits, drenched in sweat; the suits were removed, releasing an acrid odor.

Li Yu also removed his anti-explosion suit and climbed onto the roof of an RV to look outward.

Outside the walls, there was a sea of fire, and the zombies outside were consumed by flames, looking like an earthly hell.

Li Yu wiped the sweat from his face, staring at the flames, momentarily dazed.

From a distance, if you didn't look closely, these zombies completely resembled human silhouettes.

These zombies feared no fire—or perhaps, they didn't know what fear was.

Whoosh—

Thankfully, zombies had no consciousness, or humans wouldn't have survived until now.

Since Third Uncle and others sprayed the oil, with walls blocking them, those inside the walls remained safe.

Outside was unbearably hot, so Li Yu entered the RV, turned on the air conditioning, and lay on the bed to rest; they had tasks to handle early the next morning.

Some stayed on duty to observe the zombie situation, while others found places to rest.

Old Bi didn't idle; after capturing the Oil City today, he continuously cleared inside enemies, yet hadn't scouted within the Oil City.

From afar, the Oil City glowed, the light dyeing the skies red.

......

Ten kilometers away from the Oil City.

The Motorcycle Gang's lair.

At this moment, it was desolate.

Old Ghost valued Oil City greatly, so when trouble arose there today, he brought most people and vehicles, leaving only a few to guard the lair.

Unexpectedly, not only was the entire army wiped out, but he also lost his life.

Those who fled swiftly returned here at dusk, recounting the events at Oil City to those remaining.

Upon hearing this news, the Motorcycle Gang's lair descended into chaos.

Some escaped death by getting back to the lair.

Sitting atop a car, a man gazed at the dense zombie horde outside, frustratedly smacking his legs.

"Damn it, I should've stayed away this time. Tomorrow morning, when they'll arrive, escaping will be impossible. Should have ignored you, Taisheng."

A blue-haired man standing on a heap of food and still organizing it glanced at him and said:

"Without returning, we'd lack food and supplies; even if escaping, how would we survive long? It's obvious what we should do. Plus, if we leave early tomorrow, it'll be fine."

The man on the car roof helplessly replied, "Look at all these zombies outside. How do we run? Even by morning, we'd have to wait for them to leave to escape!"

"Relax, there's enough time; we have zombies here, Oil City does too. They won't dare take risks amidst them. Their distance from us is far, so don't worry; we'll be long gone before they arrive."