The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

The horde of corpses receded, and the surroundings returned to deathly silence.

The air was filled with the stench of rotting corpses and the pungent smell of gunpowder.

Chen Feng and his group exchanged glances, decided not to waste any more time, and continued forward.

However, after walking for a short while, Chen Feng suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky.

Just now, a cloud drifted by and blocked out the blazing sun.

However, the huge shadow on the ground did not fall in time.

It was like the video froze for about two seconds before slowly unfolding.

call out--!!

Just as Chen Feng stopped and noticed the abnormality, an extremely sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out from behind him!

A sharp, jet-black arrow tore through the air, carrying a deathly whistle, its target aimed directly at the back of Chen Feng's head!

however.

Upon seeing Chen Feng's unusual reaction, everyone became extremely vigilant.

Therefore, no one was surprised by this sudden and deadly attack.

Standing beside Chen Feng, Yu Wei reacted without even thinking; his body's instincts had already driven him to act.

He shifted his feet, moving half a step to the side, using his body to block Chen Feng and the arrow.

*Pfft!*

The dull thud of a sharp weapon piercing flesh.

The jet-black arrow pierced Yu Wei's head with pinpoint accuracy, exiting through his brow and leaving a small cluster of scarlet blood.

Yu Wei's body stiffened abruptly, and his momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Liu Chao, Wu Ziming, and the others could even clearly see the lingering wariness on Yu Wei's face, as well as the momentary shock that froze him after being pierced by the arrow.

"Slap slap slap—!!"

Just then, a crisp slapping sound suddenly came from the roof of a dilapidated house not far away.

A woman with a hot figure and healthy tan skin slowly stood up while clapping her hands.

She wore revealing leather armor that accentuated her stunning curves, her dreadlocks cascading loosely over her shoulders, and a playful smile played on her lips.

She spoke in a surprisingly fluent Mandarin.

"How touching! What a wonderful brotherhood!"

"It's just a pity..."

The woman looked at Chen Feng and his group below with great interest, then let out a merciless sneer.

Finally, their gaze settled on Chen Feng.

"Your brother chose to give up his life to save you."

Her voice had a peculiar rhythm, unhurried yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Can you really live with a clear conscience? How will you face his parents and relatives when you go back?"

"Don't forget, he died for you."

As the woman spoke, a faint, peculiar fragrance drifted over on the breeze.

The fragrance seemed to possess a magical power, penetrating Chen Feng's nasal cavity and directly invading his brain.

In an instant, countless negative emotions were stirred up and amplified by this fragrance.

Guilt, self-blame, and a sense of powerlessness regarding Wei's death.

In Chen Feng's mind, it was as if the grief-stricken faces of Yu Wei's parents truly appeared, as they roared and questioned why it wasn't him who had died.

This woman was very cautious. She could sense that Chen Feng was the core of the team, so when she made her move, she targeted only Chen Feng.

Strive to maximize damage.

Meanwhile, in the shade of the trees on the other side, a dark figure that was almost blending into the shadows slowly emerged again.

He held a simple, black longbow in his hand, and another arrow was silently nocked on the bowstring.

The cold arrow once again locked onto the back of Chen Feng's neck.

"They really treat us like decorations!"

Sun Miao let out a cold snort, his face filled with murderous intent.

Om-! !

The eleven hiltless short blades surrounding him instantly shot out, transforming into eleven silver streaks of death, crisscrossing and slashing at the dark figure in the shade of the trees.

Chen Feng, who had been under control, suddenly raised his head, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"A chosen one?"

"You actually resisted my mental manipulation." The woman was taken aback when she saw this.

But before she could react, a sharp killing intent came from all directions.

More than ten daggers surrounded her and headed towards her.

At that very moment, Yu Wei, whom everyone thought was dead, underwent an astonishing change.

No more blood flowed from his brain, which had been pierced by an arrow.

The next second, his body outline began to blur, and the texture of flesh and blood quickly faded, replaced by a translucent, crystalline texture.

Snap!

A crisp cracking sound.

Yu Wei's entire body had transformed into a lifelike human-shaped ice sculpture!

The arrow that pierced the skull was clearly frozen in the ice sculpture.

Immediately afterwards, the humanoid ice surface became covered with a fine, spiderweb-like crack.

With a deafening roar, it shattered completely into countless flying ice shards.

On the rooftop, the woman with the dreadlocks smiled even more broadly, seemingly quite pleased with her masterpiece.

However, her smile lasted for less than a second before freezing completely on her face.

The shattered ice fragments did not drift away with the wind, but were drawn together by an invisible force and reassembled at an astonishing speed, instantly reshaping into a human form.

The light dissipated.

A perfectly healthy Yu Wei appeared on the spot, full of energy and vitality.

He even cracked his neck, making a series of crisp "crackling" sounds, and then reached out to pat off non-existent dust from his body.

In that state, he wasn't even missing a single hair, let alone dead.

The woman with the dreadlocks looked on in disbelief, but she had no time to think about it.

"ah--!!"

A piercing scream burst from the woman with the dreadlocks.

As the sound spread, the air in front of her visibly distorted.

The dagger, which had been shooting towards them, slowed down abruptly the moment it entered the distorted force field, as if it had sunk into a viscous quagmire and could no longer advance.

However, this is just the beginning.

At the same moment Chen Feng's attack was halted, three figures suddenly sprang up from different directions, surrounding the woman on the roof.

The first to be affected was Yu Wei, who had just "come back to life".

His right arm underwent a rapid transformation during the charge; flesh and blood receded, replaced by a dark blue ice gleaming with a chilling light.

In the blink of an eye, a ferocious longsword of profound ice took shape, and the cold aura emanating from its blade caused the surrounding air to freeze.

Seeing Yu Wei's energetic and even more imposing appearance than before, the woman's rationality was completely consumed by anger.

She couldn't understand it.

How can someone be alive and kicking when their brain is pierced by a fatal wound?