Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 135: The Retreat of the American Army
In the sky, the dark clouds were like a surging sea of ​​ink, so thick that they seemed able to crush the earth.

Between the clouds, lightning danced like silver snakes, cutting through the sky and illuminating the entire world.

Every flash of lightning carries supreme majesty, as if it can split apart all the injustices in the world.

With the roar of thunder, heavy rain suddenly fell. The raindrops were as big as beans and so dense that they almost formed a curtain of water.

The rain hit the ground, splashing layer of water and making a "pa pa" sound, like countless small drums beating at the same time.

The trees swayed gracefully in the wind and rain, and the leaves were rustling in the rain.

The accumulated water on the branches dripped from time to time, falling on the ground, splashing water.

The mountains in the distance are looming in the rain, like an ink painting, hazy and mysterious.

“The rain is coming.”

Lu Hui stretched out her hand, and the raindrops hitting her hand were heavy.

Tang Feng looked up at the sky. The wind was sweeping away all the clouds and tangling his hair.

So fast!
This rain is good.

"Let's start." Tang Feng murmured.

Tang Feng stood in the center of the storm, his figure looking particularly tall under the illumination of thunder and lightning.

He slowly raised his hands, palms facing up, as if holding up the entire sky.

As he moved, a powerful force surged from his body, passing along his arm to his palm.

Suddenly, blood-red lines appeared on the palm of his hand. These lines moved and spread on his skin like living things.

They gradually converge into a complex pattern, emitting dazzling light.

The light reflected from the surrounding thunder and lightning, forming a spectacular picture.

The flags were dancing wildly.

Large array drive.

As Tang Feng's power continued to grow, these blood-red lines began to spread towards the sky.

They extended outward in circles, and with each spread, the light became brighter and the aura became stronger.

These lines seemed to have life. They danced and intertwined in the air, forming a huge blood-colored magic circle.

Tang Feng's expression suddenly changed, like frost condensed in the cold wind, extremely cold and stern.

He slowly turned his head to look at the living people beside him. An extremely cold light flashed in his eyes, like two sharp swords, piercing people's hearts.

At this moment, something strange happened.

The bodies of those living people shook violently, and their faces turned pale and bloodless in an instant.

Then, thin blood-red lines began to emerge beneath their skin, twisting and moving in their flesh like earthworms.

As the cold light flashed in Tang Feng's eyes, the blood lines became clearer and clearer, as if an invisible giant hand was peeling the blood out of their bodies.

The blood seemed to have life, flowing upstream and rushing to the surface of the body, gathering into hideous rivers of blood under the skin.

Those people groaned in pain and screamed miserably, their voices filled with fear and despair.

Their eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief and a cry for help.

However, under Tang Feng's icy cold gaze, their struggles seemed so powerless.

As their blood continued to be drained away, their bodies quickly shrank, like dead wood with all its water sucked out.

Their muscles atrophied and their skin cracked. In just a few breaths, they had turned into dry skeletons and fell to the ground, no longer alive.

And the blood that was peeled off gathered into blood-red torrents in the air, as if pulled by some mysterious force, rushing towards Tang Feng rapidly.

Tang Feng was covered in blood, and the blood swirled around him like a submissive slave, forming a bloody and spectacular vortex.

When those long rivers of blood poured into the formation like a raging torrent, the entire formation instantly underwent a drastic change.

The formation, which was already emitting a blood-red light, seemed to have received endless energy replenishment at this moment.

The array pattern became brighter and more dazzling, and the blood-red light was as strong as a burning flame, flickering madly, as if to devour everything.

The speed of the formation suddenly increased, and the red energy raged like a storm.

Wave after wave of energy surged in all directions, bringing with it gusts of whistling wind, as if evil spirits were howling.

As the formation operated crazily, blood-red light began to shoot out into the sky.

Thick beams of light shot up into the sky, like giant arms trying to tear the sky apart.

The light was so dazzling and so intense that the sky was dyed blood red.

Half of the sky was covered in blood light, as if the whole world was soaked in blood.

The surrounding clouds were dyed an eerie red, and a heart-pounding atmosphere filled the air.

The grass and trees on the ground also cast mottled blood-red shadows under the illumination of the blood light, as if they were trembling in fear of this power.

In this bloody scene, the power of the formation reached its peak.

It seemed to have turned into an extremely ferocious beast, with its bloody mouth opened wide, ready to devour any creature that dared to approach.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a terrifying aura that made people dare not approach or provoke in the slightest.

The already pouring rain became even more crazy at this moment.

Raindrops fell densely from the sky, like countless rapid drum beats, playing a melody of death.

The rain hit the ground, splashing water. These water splashes were no longer clear and transparent, but had a strange red color.

The red color quickly spread in the puddle, like red dye dripping into clear water, dyeing everything around it with a bloody color.

When the rain passed through the formation, it seemed to be affected by some mysterious force and underwent strange changes.

Those raindrops turned into drops of blood in an instant, so red that it was dazzling and creepy.

These blood rains carry maddening energy, like sharp daggers, mercilessly hitting the ground, objects, and even people or animals who are unfortunate enough to be caught in it.

The land that was drenched by the bloody rain changed instantly. The soil turned bloody red, as if it had instantly turned into a bloody quagmire.

The plants were not spared either. Their leaves were covered with blood beads and trembled slightly, as if they were shaking and afraid.

The blood rain slid down the leaves and fell on the ground, making a "dripping" sound, but this sound sounded particularly terrifying and weird at this moment.

The energy brought by the blood rain seems to be corrosive in some way.

It fell on the stone, and smoke began to emerge from the surface of the stone, as if it was corroded by an invisible force.

Some small animals fled around in the blood rain, but soon their movements became slower and slower, and finally they fell to the ground with blood bubbles coming out of their bodies, obviously harmed by the crazy energy in the blood rain.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating and filled with a strange sense of madness.

It became difficult to breathe, and every breath seemed to carry the taste of burning blood, burning the respiratory tract and making people feel a dull pain in the lungs. Under the cover of this bloody rain, the whole world seemed to have fallen into a crazy bloody hell.

The scene in the distance became blurred, all covered by the blood-red color. Only some vague outlines could be seen shaking, while everything nearby was crackling with the blood rain. There was chaos and horror everywhere.

Tang Feng's face was as pale as paper, without any blood, and his face was covered with rain. The rain mixed with sweat flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.

His eyes revealed fatigue and weakness, and his body was shaking slightly, as if he might fall down at any time.

Despite this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a forced smile.

He said in a weak voice, "It is finished."

Although these two words were short, they seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Lu Hui looked at Tang Feng like this, her heart filled with emotion.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Tang Feng shook his head. Although he was weak, his voice was no longer weak, but full of deep power: "People always have to pay the price for doing wrong things."

Georgia.

Balke hid in the room, quietly watching the heavy rain pouring down outside the window.

The raindrops hit the window glass densely, making a "pa pa" sound, like a rapid piece of music.

The rain curtain was so dense that it blurred the vision in the distance, and the whole world was shrouded in a curtain of water.

Balk's eyes revealed a trace of emotion, and he whispered: "This rain is so heavy!"

Just then, his wife came over, with light steps and a gentle smile on her face.

"Isn't it a good time to take a break?"

When Balk heard his wife's words, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

His eyes softened and he looked at his wife and smiled, "It's true."

Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

The sound was heavy and urgent, as if someone was hitting the door with all his strength.

Balk was startled by the sudden noise. His body trembled violently, and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He blurted out, "Who is it?"

The wife also shook her head in confusion, her eyes full of astonishment and puzzlement, and whispered: "I don't know, but the knock on the door sounded very urgent."

As soon as she finished speaking, the knocking on the door became more urgent. The "dong dong dong" sound was like dense drum beats, with no pause or interval in between.

One could even feel the door trembling slightly under the strong impact, as if the door could shatter into pieces at any time under such a fierce attack.

Balke felt uneasy. Without time to think, he hurriedly supported his weak body and walked towards the door.

As he approached, the vibration caused by the knock on the door seemed to go straight to his heart, causing his heartbeat to speed up involuntarily.

When he stood at the door, he took a deep breath to calm his panic, then carefully grasped the door handle.

Just as Balk slowly opened the door, a dark shadow suddenly pounced on him like lightning.

The speed was so fast that Balk had almost no time to react. He only felt a flash in front of his eyes, followed by a strong sense of oppression.

When he saw clearly what was in front of him, an overwhelming feeling of fear instantly overwhelmed him like a tide.

It was a beast similar to a human. Its appearance was horrifying, and its face was covered with strange blood lines, like a complex and terrifying tattoo, which were distributed all over the face in a zigzag pattern, and those blood lines seemed to be slowly moving.

Its eyes were red like burning flames, filled with madness and tyranny, as if it could see into the depths of a person's soul.

The body of this monster has been distorted beyond recognition. The bones in its eyes have pierced through the flesh, exposing its white bones, with a terrifying hideousness.

The pierced bones were like sharp weapons, emitting a cold luster.

Its limbs also became twisted and deformed, and its muscles swelled abnormally with bulging veins, like a coiled earthworm.

The claws were as sharp as blades, flashing with cold light, and one could feel the air being cut when they were casually waved.

Balk felt as if he had fallen into an endless abyss of fear, like falling into an icy cave.

His throat seemed to be strangled by something and he couldn't make a sound. His body couldn't move at all. He could only feel the sharp teeth digging into his neck.

What is this?

The last thought in Balk's mind.

No one can answer.

He didn't know that these were blood slaves, and the blood rain had infected everyone outside.

Even the troops stationed in Georgia suffered their first defeat. Although protective clothing was quickly introduced, there was no way to stop the infection and destruction.

The whole state of Georgia is a mess.

The fall has become an irreversible situation.

In Chen Duo, spring is here and flowers are blooming.

What happened outside didn't affect her at all.

Chen Duo sat quietly on the sofa, staring at the TV screen.

She is watching the news.

The map of the United States was clearly visible on the screen, with two states highlighted with special markers, indicating that they were in a state of blockade.

The locations of these two states look conspicuous on the map, as if they were bound by heavy chains.

The news footage switched to a scene in one of the states, showing a large number of roadblocks set up on the highway. These roadblocks were made of thick concrete walls and barbed wire.

The cement wall was painted in eye-catching warning colors and had some warning slogans written on it. The handwriting was crooked, as if revealing an atmosphere of tension and panic.

The barbed wire is densely packed, and the cold metal wires are entangled with each other with almost no gaps in between, like a huge, ruthless net that tightly encircles everything.

Police helicopters flew across the sky from time to time, and the sound of their rotating propellers echoed in the air, bringing a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

The monitoring equipment hanging under the helicopter moved slowly, like a pair of cold eyes, monitoring all movements on the ground.

The scene then cuts to another state, where the river and port are also blocked.

There are a large number of buoys and obstacles floating on the river. These buoys are painted in bright colors, but they are particularly dazzling in this tense atmosphere.

The obstacles were connected by thick iron chains, which were soaked in water and emitted a cold light.

The cargo ships that were originally busy at the port were now anchored in place, unable to enter or exit. The people on the ships stood on the decks, their faces full of helplessness and anxiety.

The cranes on the shore stood quietly, like silent giants, and at this moment they had lost their former vitality.

Chen Duo murmured to himself:
"Has it started yet?"

(End of this chapter)