【Shadow Tendon】
Deadly explosive power.
Silent footsteps.
It's like walking on the shadows, with turbulent clouds and no trace of autumn clouds.
Yang Feng stepped on the ground with the soles of his feet, creating a completely silent effect. The slightest movement would shoot out like arrows.
Whip legs.
Yang Feng turned around and whipped his leg.
A whip shadow that was indistinguishable to the naked eye flashed past, drawing a perfect arc, cutting through the air like a blade, leaving a very subtle sound of breaking through the air.
Look at the wall again.
An extremely deep cutting mark appeared, as smooth as a mirror.
Foot blade.
A random whip kick from Shadow's tendon actually cut through the air like a knife, creating a tearing effect.
Strong! !
Yang Feng was very satisfied with the ability of [Shadow Tendon].
His movement speed has increased by more than one level, and the attack power of his legs has also been greatly improved, and it also has effects such as hiding sounds.
However... the price paid is also huge.
Yang Feng's body was covered in bruises, the injuries were extremely serious, even the bone blade was cut off, and one of his abilities was disabled.
"Bone Blade."
"Sorry."
Yang Feng stretched out his finger, and the broken bone blade popped out. The blade was broken from the middle, causing bursts of pain.
【Ghost Face】
Yang Feng unfolded his ghost face, covering his palm with a huge bloody mouth, sucking the marrow and spiritual essence in the bone blade.
soon.
The bone blade was completely broken, the bone gradually decayed, and the spiritual essence inside was swallowed up, completely peeling off the palm.
Recycle! !
Since Ghost Face can swallow spiritual matter, it can also recycle abnormally mutated organs.
Bone Blade...it's time to retire.
Its strength and level are far surpassed by other abilities, and it cannot function in high-intensity battles.
In the end, the ghost face swallowed the bone blade.
It became even hotter, and its face seemed as smooth as a mirror, but inside it was turbulent, as if it was brewing something more powerful and terrifying.
About to transform.
About to evolve.
The ghost area has accumulated strength and its own abilities, but there is always a slight chance, as if it is waiting for something.
"It's a little uncomfortable."
"However...since it is a dark gold-level artifact, it is normal that the triggering conditions are somewhat difficult."
Yang Feng comforted himself, but this feeling of having reached the peak of his savings but never being able to explode was indeed a bit uncomfortable.
At this time.
The sound of slashing was also heard downstairs.
The sky was dark and the hunting team had already started working.
Sumanman was the leader, holding two fanged daggers in his hands, like a female beast, killing the monster in front of him.
However...except for Su Manman, few of the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled dared to take action.
"If you want something to eat, kill monsters!!"
"If you want to become stronger, kill monsters!!"
Su Manman was covered in blood, and she turned around to look at a frail man with a slender figure and a pair of glasses.
"Don't you want to protect your wife and daughter??"
"They are about to starve to death, why don't you dare to go up??"
Sumanman's words were like a knife, piercing the man's heart. Finally, he held the blade in his hand and stood up to chop at a nearby rotting corpse.
Click.
The blade was stuck in the bone, and the man couldn't pull it out no matter how hard he tried.
The next second.
The rotten corpse let out an angry roar and threw the man to the ground, followed immediately by the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, mixed with the man's desperate scream.
too weak.
It is still too naive to want to kill everyone just with passion.
Similar examples abound.
The physical fitness of this new group of hunting teams was so poor that most of them were quickly damaged and became the prey of the carrion monsters.
Some people are desperate.
Someone cried.
Some people dropped their weapons and ran away.
Someone froze in place at a loss, and then was knocked down and killed by the monster.
"Pity."
Yang Feng stood upstairs, watching the horrific battles, and shook his head.
"This batch of supplies."
"Few can really fight."
"The remaining value of the apartment seems to be running out..."
Yang Feng's eyes were full of indifference.
In the dark decade of the apocalypse, there are too many similar scenes.
Human life is as lowly as grass, and the weak will only be exploited by the strong. Wasn't Yang Feng someone else's consumable? ?
【Jinjiang Manor】
Yang Feng thought about the villa area again. It seemed that there were still many people alive, and they might be able to take advantage of them.
At this time.
A bodyguard responsible for guarding the 19th floor ran down in a hurry.
He was holding a large, square-shaped mobile phone in his hand, similar to the Big Brother phone from twenty years ago. It was actually a special satellite phone.
Jingle Bell.
The satellite phone is ringing.
"Boss Yang Feng!!"
"There's a call, someone's calling."
The bodyguard hurried to the corridor and handed the phone to Yang Feng's door.
Telephone? ?
Yang Feng remembered.
Mo Jianfeng.
The big boss he killed once made some conditions.
mercenary! !
Mo Jianfeng said that he has hired a group of professionals, all of whom are ruthless people and the best among desperadoes.
This group of outlaws was responsible for protecting Mo Jianfeng and safely transferring him outside the city.
According to Mo Jianfeng, his deposit has already been paid.
interesting.
interesting.
Yang Feng took the phone and answered it, but did not speak, waiting for the other party to speak.
There was also silence on the other side of the phone.
It lasted about 10 seconds before the other party finally spoke.
"We're almost there."
Yang Feng's expression changed slightly.
Judging from the voice...the other party's accent is particularly strong, and he doesn't even sound like a Chinese.
"Get the balance ready."
There was another voice on the other side of the phone, with a hint of threat.
Final payment? ?
One week into the apocalypse, the monetary system has been completely paralyzed.
The money is no longer useful.
Those little pieces of paper are too hard, so it's better to wipe the buttocks with paper.
So... this final payment may not be money.
It must be important enough for mercenaries to venture into the city in a desperate attempt to save a big boss.
"good."
"Come on you guys."
"I'll wait for you in room 405 of the apartment."
Yang Feng thought thoughtfully, since the other party is here, he should trick them first.
Desperado.
Outlaw madman.
Mercenaries are ruthless.
The fighting power of this group of people is definitely far superior to ordinary people.
Yang Feng showed an evil smile. Since we are all here, let's not leave.
Keep them all and work for me! ! !
Yang Feng was worried about not having enough supplies, so he immediately sent a team of elites, which was like a sudden windfall.
After a while.
Outside the apartment, there was indeed a special movement.
Da da.
Da da.
The semi-automatic rifle equipped with a silencer fired precise headshots, knocking down several rotting corpses.
A group of mercenaries, covered in filthy slurry and completely covered in body odor, formed a tight formation to cover each other and moved forward quickly.
8 people.
There were quite a few people in this group, eight in total, and each of them was fully armed and carried a large amount of firearms and ammunition.
soon.
They collided with the hunting team.
"gun!"
"They have guns!!"
"Is rescue coming? Are you saving us??"
"The army is the army!!"
People in the community showed excited expressions and ran in the direction of the mercenaries.
Confuse.
Sumanman stood there, looking at the group of mercenaries with confusion, always feeling that they were coming with bad intentions.
She raised her head and looked at the room where Yang Feng was, as if she wanted to ask what she should do.
Yang Feng smiled lightly.
He waved his hand and signaled Sumanman to leave.
leave? ?
Sumanman reacted immediately, moved away from these mercenaries, and then subconsciously looked at the excited residents.
"Kill them all."
The leader of the mercenaries issued such an order.
Da da.
Da da.
Bullets were fired accurately into the refugee's head.
The refugees, who were in high spirits just now, fell to the ground one by one with confusion and doubts, and refused to close their eyes.
