Doomsday Roulette

"Thank you to Cold Autumn and fjfhjfhju for the 588, and to everyone else. I had something to do today, so the update is late, sorry. I'll have another update later, but it will be quite late, so everyone can read it tomorrow."

"Threat... grade 5?"

The members of the major alliance were a bit dumbfounded, feeling that this person's line of thought was truly unique and unfathomable.

Faced with a grade 5 Evil Dragon, a grade 4 Rat King, and a grade 4 Corpse King, the vast majority of humans chose to retreat. Even these elites of Ying City had planned and discussed multiple times before coming up with a solution that could actually be thought of in five minutes.

But this person, leading a thousand people, without the slightest hesitation, charged into the core of the three major mutated life camps, not only toyed with these mutated beings but had now escalated to the point of posing a threat.

This person was either a genius or a madman.

Many believed he was more of the latter, because a normal person wouldn’t act like this.

“What he said is... he needs to spin once more.”

One person, who understood lip reading, put down the binoculars and told everyone what he had gathered. At this point, everyone felt even more strongly that he was a madman, particularly insane. Otherwise, how could he threaten a bunch of grade 5 and grade 4 mutated beings while also needing to spin the wheel again?

A drop of evolution blood had already put him in a dire situation, so did he really want to get another drop? He must want to die even faster.

"Just watch, he will soon become charcoal." Elder Yuan sighed, yet there was an indescribable sense of relief in his eyes.

For someone like him to walk out alive with his belongings would be far more troublesome than dying under the wheel.

“He won’t just die like this; he must have a backup plan!” Zhao Xingmei shook her head, differing from Elder Yuan's view. She believed that someone who could create such a perfect plan wouldn’t die needlessly.

Zhang Dalong bit into his roasted meat, squinting as he gazed into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Zhongming really spun the wheel and did so without any hesitation. In the few seconds of waiting for the pointer to stop, that mutated rat rushed toward the evolution blood repeatedly with red eyes, almost swallowing that drop of blood.

This made many mutated beings extremely irritated, and Yangos even flapped his wings faster. However, even he couldn’t guarantee that when he rushed down to attack this human, whether that drop of evolution blood would still exist. If it were really swallowed, then even killing the human would be of no use.

Yangos couldn't help but glare fiercely at the mutated Rat King, as if to say, look at the trouble your worthless subordinates have caused me.

The mutated Rat King was somewhat innocently caught in the crossfire; it was the Rat King, but it wasn’t the king of all mutated rats in Ying City.

The pointer stopped at the professional area.

Ye Zhongming hesitated for a moment, chose a profession, and did not select the promotion scroll.

Another drop of evolution blood fell to the ground, and this time, Ye Zhongming didn’t act immediately but stood still for a while.

All the mutated beings also didn’t move, forming a strange silence between the two parties.

“Do you think that just because your evolution level is the highest, you can act arrogantly here?”

It was Ye Zhongming who broke the silence, suddenly looking up at Yangos.

At this stage, Yangos couldn’t yet speak the human language, but he could understand it. Even the mutated Rat King could understand some simple human speech at this moment. Only the zombies that had transformed from humans were still somewhat bewildered about the language they originally knew, which was somewhat ironic.

Yangos slightly opened his mouth and made a few strange syllables; no one understood, but combined with the Evil Dragon's gaze and expression, it was probably saying, so what!

Ye Zhongming sighed lightly, and the sound echoed far across the quiet battlefield.