The speed of the raft was fast, like an arrow charging towards the corpse beast that had just surfaced. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the front of the corpse beast.

At this moment, it was too late to control the raft and avoid it. Harry was afraid that the raft would be damaged if it hit the corpse beast, so he quickly slid into the water and relied on his body to stop the raft.

The raft was heavy, and once it gained speed, it was not easy to stop. Harry could only rely on his body to stop the raft. The raft pushed Harry forward for several meters before slowly coming to a stop. The head of the corpse beast had already emerged from the water and its hands were reaching towards Harry's neck.

Harry quickly grabbed the corpse beast's arms and with a crisp sound, he broke them. He then pushed the upper body of the corpse beast onto the raft.

"Come on, it's your turn." Harry wasn't interested in this low-level corpse beast. He was already a level 2 Spiritweaver, and killing this kind of low-level corpse beast would not give him any effective Spiritual Source. It was better to let Olivia handle it.

He had explained a lot about low-level corpse beasts to Olivia before. Upon hearing Harry's instructions, Olivia grabbed her hammer tightly and carefully walked towards the raft.

The corpse beast had its arms twisted and was pressed onto the raft by Harry. Although it was still struggling, it couldn't get up.

"Quick!" Harry couldn't help but urge Olivia as he observed more corpse beasts appearing in the surging water ahead of them, coming towards them.

A large number of corpse beasts had gathered in the water ahead of them.

At Harry's urging, Olivia finally clenched the iron hammer tightly and smashed it down on the zombie's head on the raft.

The hammer hit the zombie's head, but it didn't smash it open. She didn't have enough strength in her swing.

Seeing several zombies rushing over, Harry cursed silently, grabbed the zombie he had pinned on the raft, lifted it up and pushed it towards the oncoming zombies. He grabbed a one-meter-long iron rod in his right hand and swung it heavily.

With his current strength and the weight of the iron rod, the zombie's head that was hit immediately shattered and sank directly into the water.

Harry held onto the edge of the raft with his left hand, paddling with his feet in the water, slowly moving forward while rushing towards the approaching zombies. He swung his iron rod and hit them, and whenever it hit, the zombies immediately disintegrated and sank into the water.

Suddenly, he felt a force pulling on his feet. It was a zombie from the depths of the water grabbing onto him and dragging him down.

Although these zombies were not strong, they were difficult to deal with when they swarmed. Harry lowered his head and thrust his iron rod towards the zombie's head that grabbed his legs.

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The iron rod hit the zombie's head and blood immediately spurted out. Harry took advantage of the moment and kicked his feet hard, pulling one of them out and stepping on the zombie's face, crushing it and quickly surfacing by the buoyancy. He grabbed onto the edge of the raft and quickly climbed up.

He realized that it was dangerous to fight with these zombies in the water, so it was safer to return to the raft first.

As Harry climbed back onto the raft, several more zombies emerged from the water and began climbing up the edge of the raft.

Harry held the iron rod and smashed the heads of the zombies that appeared, smashing three of them.

These three zombie heads were smashed and sank into the water.

Although there was Spiritual Source flowing towards Harry from the surrounding corpse beasts, which he absorbed, his mind did not receive any messages because these low-level corpse beasts had very little effect on Harry's evolution due to their weak Spiritual Source.

More and more low-level corpse beasts appeared in the water, swarming towards the raft like locusts. Harry frowned as he saw that the raft was less than forty meters away from the three-story building protruding from the surface of the water, but these last forty meters seemed so far away.

The raft was surrounded by these low-level corpse beasts, causing it to come to a stop. Even more terrifying was the fact that more and more corpse beasts were climbing onto the raft, causing it to shake violently and sink deeper into the water.

The raft was filled with all the supplies that Harry had worked hard to collect. If the raft were to be overturned or destroyed, all his hard work over the past few days would be ruined.

Harry roared continuously, desperately trying to maintain his balance on the shaking raft. He continuously struck the corpse beasts with his iron rod, his strength exploding with each hit, resulting in the death of one corpse beast after another.

Olivia grabbed the rope wrapped around the raft, struggling to stabilize herself on the shaking raft to prevent herself from being thrown off. Her face had turned pale as she looked around at the surrounding corpse beasts, realizing the dangerous situation they were in.

As Harry killed more and more of the corpse beasts, some of them sank to the bottom, while more became floating corpses, drifting around the raft.

Suddenly, there was a violent disturbance in the water below, followed by a black shadow bursting out from below, biting down hard on the neck of one of the corpse beasts.

This corpse beast had its neck bitten and unconsciously flailed its arms, struggling to escape.

Harry's heart trembled slightly.

This Water Rat Beast that suddenly burst out from the depths of the water and bit the neck of the corpse beast was the same grey giant rat that he had killed before.

The Water Rat Beast was a second-level Spiritual Source beast in the common category, much stronger than the corpse beasts. At this moment, one had suddenly emerged from the depths of the water, biting and dragging a corpse beast into the water. Following that, another Water Rat Beast appeared, charging towards the raft instead of attacking the other corpse beasts.

These corpse beasts surrounding the raft seemed frightened and began to loosen their grip on the raft, scattering in all directions. They seemed to be very afraid of the Water Rat Beast.

Harry tightened his grip on the iron rod in his right hand, his veins bulging as he did so. He never expected that the gathering of these groups of corpse beasts would attract even more terrifying Water Rat Beasts. One Water Rat Beast might not be that scary, but if a group of them appeared, it would be unimaginable. They were much more dangerous than the corpse beasts.

Watching the Water Rat Beast open its mouth and quickly jump onto the raft, Harry stabilized his body, stopped his actions, and stared at the Water Rat Beast as it jumped up. Suddenly, he took a step forward and swung his iron rod with his right hand.

It was already difficult enough to stabilize his body on this shaky raft, let alone attack. Although Harry had aimed for the Water Rat Beast's head, the raft sank slightly due to his right foot's force, and his body leaned forward slightly. As a result, he missed his target, almost hitting the Water Rat Beast's head but failing to do so.