Published: February 6, 2025
It is difficult to describe the feelings of the people who were once united but now standing against each other. Some were taken aback by the changes in their own stances or those of familiar faces.
Perhaps the essence of relationships between people during peacetime is also like this, but in the apocalypse, this essence becomes more straightforward and raw.
When competing for a magic crystal, for a piece of equipment, or for a small supermarket that hasn’t been completely looted yet, these individuals might fight fiercely without hesitation. However, at this moment, everyone’s mind was clouded, unsure of the true purpose behind the fight or what they could gain from it.
The Radiant World Army originally had a significant psychological advantage. After all, they had united many prominent forces from Ying City and had backup support, giving them a strength advantage.
But upon discovering that Star Beauty Corporation and Renxing Battle Team were on the opposing side, this psychological edge vanished.
These two forces united were powerful enough to instill fear.
They couldn’t understand why the top two ranked forces would team up with the previously unknown Cloud Summit Villa.
What about Bai Feng? He must be dead. That proud man would never allow his force to follow someone else’s command if he were alive.
Not just the opposing sides, but also the neutral forces felt somewhat dumbfounded.
The situation seemed overly complex, and they wondered why their own forces were excluded from it.
Then, the complicated feelings of all parties were completely drowned out by the sound of an explosion.
Everyone felt the ground shake violently. This sensation was even stronger than when the precise exchange roulette had appeared earlier.
Many people struggled to stand, swaying unsteadily. The previously somewhat orderly human factions were instantly thrown into chaos.
Fortunately, this violent shaking only lasted for a moment. As the dazzling white light gradually faded, everyone’s gaze turned toward the source of the explosion.
There, it was already a scene of carnage.
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The man in the white robe felt a bit empty. His face and body felt tender and sticky. This sensation was somewhat familiar, but his dizzy head made him slow to react, always on the verge of recollection yet forgetting it.
Then, his increasingly dull senses gradually returned to him. His vision was blurry, and his ears buzzed, but at least his consciousness could keep pace with his thoughts.
The white-robed man saw an empty space in front of him. The nearest hated zombies were over twenty meters away, instead of less than five meters as before.
On the ground lay the mangled corpses of zombies. The white-robed man was baffled. What kind of bomb could cause such destruction? It sliced the zombies into countless pieces like the sharpest blades.
In the white-robed man's eyes, there was a strange yet tidy beauty to the scene.
He turned his head, trying to find the man who had thrown the bomb. That guy actually dared to blow himself up! He wouldn’t let him off today, no matter what.
The white-robed man spotted a kid named Ye Zhongming. At that moment, he was dissolving a translucent shield in front of him, standing over twenty meters away.
Heh, this guy must have been scared by his own bomb. What a fool.
The white-robed man heard some noises behind him, though his ears were still unclear. He could tell many were shouting, likely as angry as he was, wanting to tear that guy into pieces.
He turned his head and saw Little Jiu and Jin Quan. He was somewhat taken aback. Why did these two brothers have such expressions?
It was as if they had witnessed something terrifying, horrifying, or even unbelievable. Had he been blown to blood? With blood all over his face, did he look somewhat terrifying? Such situations were common, right? Wasn't it always like this in the desolate land?
Why were these two becoming more timid?