Published: February 9, 2025
Compared to the intensity of the fight between Ye Zhongming and Xia Bai, the situation between Zhang Dalong and Mo Ye seemed somewhat calm.
The two were old acquaintances from peaceful times, but their identities were worlds apart. Zhang Dalong's hatred for Mo Ye, the woman who had sent him to prison, was almost on par with his feelings towards Ye Zhongming.
However, as the apocalypse deepened and each person's evolution level increased, Zhang Dalong, though filled with hate, was able to control his emotions.
As the commander on the battlefield, it was essential for Mo Ye to remain calm, so she did not recklessly launch an attack. Part of her attention was even focused on the surroundings, monitoring the changes in the situation.
“You are not one of Yama Tree's people, yet you choose to stop me at this moment. Do you think this will bring you benefits?”
Zhang Dalong's appearance surprised the Cloud Summit People. They had initially thought he would be like countless others during the apocalypse—once he slipped out of sight, he would likely never return.
Now he suddenly appeared here, standing alongside Yama Tree, yet he was not controlled by the spines that pierced the neck like the others, leaving Mo Ye somewhat confused about his stance.
Clearly, it was unwise for someone to participate alone while hundreds of thousands of lives were embroiled in chaos.
“It’s fine to say this because today you will all die here, including you, your master Ye Zhongming, and of course, this big tree.”
Zhang Dalong, who had already transformed into a ghostly figure, had a voice that was unrecognizable, enough to make anyone who heard it frown in discomfort—it was simply too unpleasant.
But Mo Ye laughed.
“When you encountered us in Ying City, you chose to become our enemy and ended up fleeing like a stray dog. You thought yourself clever when you attempted to ambush Cloud Summit Villa, only to flee like a stray dog again. Now that you are all alone, where does this confidence come from?”
Seeing that Ye Zhongming and Xia Bai were beginning to gain the upper hand and that Park Soo-young was also taking action, Mo Ye felt no rush. As for Yama Tree, she believed that guy wouldn't evolve so quickly.
“Confidence?” A hint of complex emotion poured from Zhang Dalong's eyes, which fluctuated between bloody red and inky black.
“Thanks to my high-level bloodline—Nightmare Demon Man-Eating Ghost Body!”
Zhang Dalong suppressed his voice, but his entire body seemed to be roaring.
“After gaining this bloodline, I realized I could become so powerful. Originally, I wanted to prepare more before coming to seek revenge, but unfortunately, fate is too wonderful, allowing us to meet here.”
“But it doesn't matter; a coincidence is a coincidence. I feel lucky because… you have become my enemies!”
Zhang Dalong's body surged in size, and the black mist surrounding him thickened. His nails elongated and sharpened.
The most peculiar change was that his two horns began to emit wisps of black gas, forming a dark cloud above his head.
“I can't defeat all of you, but if someone helps me hold you back, how could I let this opportunity slip away! What I desire most is for you to suffer both losses, so I can gain much. You see, I have obtained a powerful formula that can give someone a second life and certain mysterious abilities. It requires the body of this tree, and the higher the level, the better. You say, if I use you to help it evolve, and then kill it during its evolution, wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?”
From Zhang Dalong's tone, Mo Ye realized that this guy had completely lost his sanity; his will was twisted, in peaceful terms—it was a transformation!
“Come on, kill me, and you can take everything I have, all in this pouch of mine!”
Zhang Dalong patted his waist, regardless of whether others could see it.
“So... just die peacefully; if your situation turns unfavorable and the big tree gains the upper hand, I will help you!”