Doomsday Roulette

“Thanks to Zhuang Zhuang and the wind and sand for the rewards, thank you!”

Mo Ye, Liang Chuyin, and Park Soo-young looked at Ye Zhongming, who was swaying on the iron lock above them, feeling somewhat speechless. What was this guy doing risking his life? Instead of fighting for those treasures, he was up there swinging like a child?

“Um, Captain, is that your situation?”

Little Tiger glanced at Ye Zhongming, who seemed a bit foolish, and awkwardly asked Mo Ye.

In their unit, the term "situation" refers to a mutual attraction between a man and a woman that hasn’t yet established a relationship.

“Don’t talk nonsense!” Mo Ye shot him a glare, causing Little Tiger to shrink his head in fear. “Keep an eye on the situation outside. If you can, keep trying to grab something. Remember to act promptly, but be careful.”

Cheng Ze was at the back, his head slightly lowered, not looking up at Ye Zhongming, his face filled with shock.

In his hand was a card. At that moment, the card, perhaps because it had already been held by someone, lost its outer glow, revealing its ancient appearance adorned with silver patterns.

“Hell Card Series, one-time summoning card, Hellhound.”

“Summon a Hellhound to fight for you; it will die or disappear after ten minutes.”

Cheng Ze had never imagined that such a thing existed in this world.

He had witnessed the battle between evolvers earlier and saw their incredible abilities, but when he held something similar in his hand, the impact on him was far greater than anything else.

This card was something Mo Ye had entrusted him with earlier. Cheng Ze hadn’t paid much attention to it, only glancing at it while everyone else was focused on Ye Zhongming. But that glance left him with mixed feelings.

If only he had this ability yesterday, perhaps everything would have been different.

Images of faces that were still vivid in his mind from yesterday flashed through his head, and Cheng Ze clenched the card in pain.

His gaze returned to the figure in the air, constantly swinging a blade. This former armed police instructor suddenly understood the choice made by his favorite disciple, Mo Ye.

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Pain shot through Ye Zhongming’s right arm, causing him to sweat, but he had no choice but to use this arm to grip the Ghost Gold iron lock. Only with his other hand could he wield the Edge of the Moon to lash out.

The iron lock prisoner kept shaking its body, trying to throw off the small figure on it. This forced Ye Zhongming to stretch a few fingers of his right hand under his clothing to cling tightly. After just a short while, not only did the pain in his entire right arm intensify, but his fingers had also become deformed. If it weren't for the evolver's physique, he probably would have broken his fingers by now.

Ye Zhongming knew he couldn’t hold on much longer; he needed to quickly cut through the Ghost Gold.

But the hardness of the Ghost Gold exceeded his expectations. Despite the sharpness of the Edge of the Moon, after dozens of strikes, he could only slightly widen the gap. He had no idea how long it would take to cut through completely.

Should he give up? Ye Zhongming was compelled to consider this. The only reason he was able to strike at the Ghost Gold was that several factions below were holding each other back, but this situation wouldn’t last long. Humanity's defenses were collapsing, and the zombie mutated life forms would soon arrive.

The treasures scattered on the ground emitted a deadly allure, and the evolvers who had tasted the sweetness of these treasures would not allow them to remain for too long. Perhaps at any moment, someone would lose control and take action, triggering a chain reaction.

At that time, Ye Zhongming in mid-air would definitely be affected.

What to do?

As if echoing Ye Zhongming’s concerns, the gunfire below suddenly weakened. Wang Ding quickly rushed out, skillfully leaping a few times before grabbing a treasure.