“Second uncle do you hear what is going on outside?”
A young man moved two steps towards the window and listened closely.
Before the second uncle could reply, the battle sounds rang out once more. What happened next were the ear-piercing cries of the mutated monsters.
“Why is it suddenly so intense? What did you find out before?”
A middle aged woman stopped caring about the half eaten sausage, her face was ashen white and she asked softly in the dark room.
A group of people gathered in the small house behind the supermarket. They had lit up some candles to eat but it was already extinguished. Three women were the furthest away from the window and they were really nervous. The other four guys grabbed their weapons and were really wary. It was as if an enemy would charge in from there.
“Auntie, keep the demon crystals and prepare to leave.”
“Leave? Second uncle, give up this place?” The young man who was the first to speak was reluctant to leave this place. After all, there was food and drinks and they didn’t need to worry about food. If they leave this place, it was tough to say if they could find such a good location.
The second uncle was around 40-50 and he was really healthy. His skin had a healthy tan due to being under the sun. He was the only evolved in this group.
“Very strong.” Second uncle said calmly, “They are very strong, if they charge in, I don’t have confidence.”
Hearing second uncle say that, everyone’s expression changed. Apart from relying on their unity, it was because of this second uncle’s strength and his crossbow which was how they occupied this spot.
If there was something outside that he couldn’t take on then they had no choice but to retreat.
A moment later, the motion outside had disappeared. The only thing one could hear was the zombies getting closer.
A short while later, the people inside heard dropping sounds. There was then a soft knocking on the window.
“Are you there?”
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The golden cloth was attacked and its energy was consumed. It touched a life force and didn’t hold back, absorbing its energy to replenish itself.
Bone Demon felt that his own strength was disappearing. It didn’t know why and what was happening. Along with losing its two arms, it couldn’t suppress its fear and gave out a cry.
If it was any other level two mutated zombie, even if Ye Zhongming knew its skill, he wouldn’t be able to defeat it so easily. But Bone Demon was a mental energy type and its strength was in its strong mental energy. Its other body stats were actually not much higher than one star humans.
Bone Demon was destined to lose since it faced someone who was stronger than a one star evolved and who knew everything about his skills.
Since it began mutating and turned into a level two body, this Bone Demon won all battles. No one could block its Scorching Rays and that was the reason why it was able to evolve so quickly.
But today, it felt like everything ended before it began. It didn’t even know how it lost.
But there was one thing it knew, defeat often meant death.
Even for zombies, death was often the most terrifying thing.
It wanted to remove the golden cloth that was wrapped around its bone but its hands were broken and there was nothing it could do.
The Bone Demon could feel its life force weakening but it couldn’t stop it…
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Ye Zhongming took just one second to go from defence to attack. The Bone Demon was of no threat so his focus was all on the Talking Lady.
Similar to the Bone Demon, apart from speed, the Talking Lady couldn’t compare to other zombies. Ye Zhongming smashed it in the face with the shield and her body flew backward. Once she stabilized, she realised that the human was right in front. That terrifying silver blade was reaching her neck.
At the crucial moment, she opened her mouth to grumble at Ye Zhongming.
He felt his head hurt and his eyes blacked out. Fresh blood was even flowing out from his nose.
Impossible!
One couldn’t describe how shocked Ye Zhongming felt. That was because it was using its skill– Spirit Stab!
She was only a level two mutated zombie! It already had mental seed and energy transfer so how could it have a third skill!?
Even if she had, she would only get it when she evolved for the third time!
Ye Zhongming didn’t even think and just held Moon Edge to block in front of himself. He reached out with his other hand as if there should be a streetlight there.
Hong!
The streetlight deformed because of that and turned into a steel person that pounced over at the vicious-looking Talking Lady.
The firm body smashed into the Talking Lady, causing the Spirit Stab to stop.
Spirit Stab was a mental energy skill that directly damaged one’s mind. It was really vicious and was deemed one of the 20 forbidden skills.
There was once a monster that was really good at this skill. When it was hunted by a famous hunting team, it used the skill and 500 people became fools because they were hit. Many of them were six star and seven star evolved. All the living beings within a hundred miles were also affected by the skill and they were either slightly or badly injured.
That showed how terrifying such skills were.
Ye Zhongming predicted the Bone Demon’s skill but not this Talking Lady’s. At the same time, he didn’t understand how she got three skills when she was just level two.
That went against all theories that they had in his last life.
Spirit Stab wasn’t as strong as what that beast used but it was enough to give Ye Zhongming a huge headache and impair his vision.
Fortunately, he had a trump card. Summoning Technique was one of them. The iron monster that the streetlamp turned into appeared and interrupted the Talking Lady which made Ye Zhongming feel much better.
Seeing its owner gets injured, the cat charged over. It had the advantage against Yellow Ball so it just ignored that stupid dog and thought about saving its master.
Yellow Ball who was covered in injuries saw the cat pouncing in another direction. It opened its mouth and its fur stood on its ends, firing at the black cat that was still in mid-air.
Yellow Ball could control the direction that his skill was fired towards.