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Bloodshed had become the dominant hue of the day, with the population of Han Sui City Gathering Place reduced by at least half. Over a hundred thousand bodies lay abandoned in the streets, regardless of age, gender, beauty, or wealth.
In the chaotic crowd, no one could maintain control. Beautiful women often met particularly tragic ends, while those driven mad unleashed their primal urges anywhere they pleased.
Ordinary people struggled to survive, hiding in their homes or trembling together in small groups armed with flimsy weapons.
Whenever someone dared to open a door, they would thrust forward without regard for anything else. The danger would then seem to dissipate.
Those inside would quickly shut the door again, continuing their silent evasion.
The streets had turned crimson. Only those calmed by Hope Mall had laid down their madness, slowly working with its inhabitants to restore some semblance of order amidst the unwarranted slaughter.
The nerves of these people were as fragile as the thinnest strands of hair; a gentle cut would sever them completely.
Once someone took the lead, the herd mentality kicked in, and everyone would gather together to face disaster.
They were the survivors of this apocalypse, the ones with the strongest willpower. The vast majority who could not endure had already been eliminated.
“Quick! After collecting food and clothing, hurry and pile all those damned corpses at the cremation site. We must be fast! These bodies will turn into plague come spring; everyone will die, and we have no medicine!” The leader shouted hoarsely.
The people behind him moved even faster.
Not because of his words, but because they could smell food. The aroma grew stronger, and to enhance their allure, they added leftover scraps from Zheng Yifan into the porridge.
Half-eaten roasted chicken or nibbled pig's trotters were among them.
It didn’t matter; as long as they could eat, survivors in this world were not picky. Moreover, there was finely chopped meat in the rice porridge along with spices brought by Zheng Yifan.
These scents clawed at their throats like demons. Gripped by hunger, they gathered involuntarily.
Once they finished eating, they immediately set to work. The exertion would aid digestion and allow them to complete tasks for another chance at a meal.
Each person received a work badge. A specialized steel stamp marked it as a Work Point. Ten corpses could be exchanged for a hearty meal—a very worthwhile trade.
Of course, everyone was required to supervise one another to prevent any acts of murder.
This trend gradually spread, even affecting the central area of the Gathering Place. The battle between opposing sides was nearing its conclusion, with the Ice King Mercenary Corps emerging victorious through sheer strength. They were continuously regrouping their members back to the center of Gathering Place to assist Commander in clearing out the remnants of Division One.
Just like the slaughter happening now with the First Division. The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and Li Li's powerful Thermal Power kept the opposing Superpowered Individuals from lifting their heads. Even stones would be smashed under the intimidation of the formidable Machine Gun.
Of course, they couldn't get their hands on the powerful Thermal Power that could be called a cannon in this Apocalyptic World. The 45mm caliber Shell was enough to crush all enemies.
Unfortunately, such things were generally found only on warships.
Despite this, Li Li's strength was evident. The memory of the Superpowered Individuals allowed her to remember every enemy's position, and then countless bullets flew toward them. The bullets weren't fired in rapid succession; she no longer had the resources for continuous fire. Only after locking onto a target would she unleash her maximum Thermal Power to eliminate the enemy.
There were less than two hundred thousand rounds left. It sounded like a lot.
But once fired, they would be exhausted in just half an hour. This was only with her single Machine Gun. And if even one percent of the bullets actually hit their targets, it would be a cause for celebration.
That was an outdated model.
As for the official equipment of the First Division, there really wasn't that much Heavy Firepower; all the tanks were lying low. Armored vehicles, Infantry Fighting Vehicles, Radar Vehicles, and a series of armored units had all become useless, with only a few weapons brought along.
As for those full-body armored Machine Guns, they only looked impressive. They were convenient to use and suitable for mobile warfare. But in terms of Thermal Power, they were nowhere near as insane as the weapons Li Li and her team were currently using.
At least every ten rounds from each Machine Gun accurately hit an enemy. Whether or not they resulted in kills was no longer their concern.
After all, there were too few usable weapons.
On the other side, Li Ning and his team naturally sat back and watched the fight unfold. The Machine Guns on their Hummer Dragon weren't anything special, but they excelled in endurance; the vehicle was nearly filled with ammunition that could be squandered at will. However, it was still better to keep a low profile for now; there was no need to jump into the fray.
Li Ning was particularly pragmatic, focusing solely on Li Li's position to ensure she remained unharmed. As for everyone else, they could fend for themselves.
Li Ning wasn't anxious at all; others were even more relaxed, hoping that everyone on the opposite side would perish completely so they could clean up the battlefield themselves.
Although they held a belief in certain death, who wouldn't want to survive?
In no time at all, most of the Ice King Mercenary Corps had suffered heavy casualties. Of course, the First Division also faced severe losses. Almost everyone had been injured. The number of survivors barely exceeded ten fingers. A few Ice King Mercenary Corps Superpowered Individuals attempted to ambush Li Li but were easily taken down by Li Ning; from dozens of meters away, he could pull them in and turn them into pulp.
At the center of the battle stood Ice King and Luo Yaoyang. Now clad in full armor, Ice King resembled a frost giant as he continuously fired arrows from his Frost Bow and Arrow.
Luo Yaoyang was going insane, charging at the Ice King without any hesitation. This was the strongest aspect of the Enhanced Esper; every vibration of his weapons could nullify the Ice King's attacks. His immense power shattered the icy arrows effortlessly.
The ground was almost covered in massive ice blocks, resembling a giant freezer, with neatly stacked ice scattered everywhere.
"Don't waste your effort. Ordinary attacks can't harm me. It seems the Enhanced Esper isn't all that impressive," the Ice King mocked Luo Yaoyang.
His gaze was filled with contempt.
"If it weren't for that brat lurking nearby, I would have taught you a lesson in no time. Don't get too cocky, or I'll really go all out against you, regardless of whether there's someone waiting to pick up the pieces," Luo Yaoyang shot a fierce glare at Zheng Yifan.
"What do I have to do with this? I'm just here to watch a free show. Pretend I don't exist. Go ahead and unleash your big moves; if you want to explode, explode. If you need backup, count me out—it's too exhausting," Zheng Yifan replied lazily.
This battle truly didn't concern him, as both sides were deeply entrenched in their hatred for each other, and it was a matter of survival for them. There was no way Zheng Yifan could intervene.
"Luo Yaoyang, use whatever tricks you want; I'll handle them all. Don't think too highly of yourself; in my eyes, you're nothing but trash. If you were a Fifth-Level Esper, I might give you some respect, but right now? Don't dream!" the Ice King shouted arrogantly, his hands moving through the air as if the cold frost had transformed into a dragon swirling around him.
As he drew back his bow to shoot an arrow, the ice dragon coiled around it, and the threat of death loomed over Luo Yaoyang.
The Ice King was forcing Luo Yaoyang to unleash his final move. Since he had been defending so tightly, there would surely be significant side effects. As long as he could endure it, he could quickly eliminate Luo Yaoyang and then deal with that brat who had popped up from nowhere.
With a single arrow shot from the Ice King, only the ice dragon remained in the arena. "Roar!" The ice dragon howled, its voice echoing across the land as it spiraled upward with the arrow, carrying the power of the earth toward Luo Yaoyang.
Zheng Yifan felt the overwhelming lethality of the ice dragon from outside the battlefield. In an instant, he thought of several ways to respond, but all of them involved dodging—quickly leaving the attack range and using the Adamantium Shield to redirect the opponent's power elsewhere.
Luo Yaoyang's approach was much more direct; perhaps his enhancement wasn't focused on agility but rather on sheer strength or pure offensive power.
He stood firm on the spot, heat waves rising from his body as his arm muscles twitched like dozens of mice scurrying about, blood coursing through his veins bright red.
His blood pumped wildly with madness. When he looked up again, he suddenly grew over two meters taller, gripping the handle of the Octagonal Golden Melon like two hammers.
Pure strength surged within him; holding up tons of weight felt like wielding toothpicks in his hands.
With a powerful swing of his arms, he struck down on the ice dragon's head. The tremendous force smashed through the ice dragon completely before he leaped toward the Ice King and brought down a devastating blow.
The ground suddenly cracked open, forming a massive fissure. Zheng Yifan was no exception, quickly retreating.
Behind him, several people even fell into the chasm, but fortunately, Wu Yingzhou's avatar appeared, teleporting countless times to rescue everyone.
However, they could forget about eating; some people's meals had fallen into the pit, and they could only curse in frustration.
Yet Luo Yaoyang clearly paid them no mind. The power he was wielding was absolute—powerful and unmatched—but it had a time limit. He could only resolve the battle in a very short period. He hadn't calculated the exact time and couldn't do so.
But the maximum time was less than five minutes.
During this time, he had to eliminate the Ice King. Otherwise, he would have no way to retreat and would become utterly vulnerable.
The Octagonal Golden Melon in his hands surged like a raging sea dragon. After shattering the Ice King's body, even the frost that condensed could not escape. Once his power reached a certain level, he could even manipulate Vital Energy; within a hundred-meter radius around him, Vital Energy became chaotic, making it nearly impossible for anyone to use their abilities.
The overwhelming strength was unrivaled, and it was difficult for the Ice King to survive.
Unless he had hidden means. (To be continued)
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