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

Chen Feng was enjoying the thrill of crushing his prey.

But the moment the knife was swung, Chen Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

In my line of sight, there was an extremely fine black line attached to that ordinary battle knife.

"What is that thing?!"

"They're just ants, so why do they give me such a terrifying feeling that I could easily wipe them out?!"

The shadow of death instantly enveloped all his senses.

He wanted to quit.

But it was too late.

The blade has already sliced ​​through the air.

Lei Yue, who was pinned to the ground, stared wide-eyed.

He watched as the arrogant monster was cleaved in two by Zhou Jian's blade, screaming and staggering backward.

The black silk thread wrapped around the knife made his heart skip a beat.

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This is... the power of death...

Zhou Jian actually brought out the power of death!

A black line streaked across the sky.

Chen Feng's mental barrier, which he was so proud of, offered no resistance in the face of this black line.

Without a sound, the barrier split in two.

The blade continued its relentless advance, slicing open Chen Feng's chest.

Pull from the lower left abdomen all the way down to the right shoulder.

The black aura of death spread instantly.

The flesh and blood on Chen Feng's chest quickly turned gray and withered.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the wound; it was all covered in grayish-white dead skin.

"what!"

Chen Feng let out a piercing scream and retreated repeatedly.

He clutched his chest, and a deathly aura, ashen and white, seeped outwards through his fingers.

Zhou Jian did not pause.

He gripped the knife with both hands, turned around, and delivered a sweeping blow.

The blade, imbued with the power of death, slashed viciously at the surrounding walls of writhing flesh.

The entire stomach cavity trembled violently.

A five-meter-long gap was cut into the wall.

The flesh at the edge of the gash quickly necrotized, turning into black ashes.

The once indestructible alien space began to experience a chain reaction.

The faces at the top exploded, raining down a foul-smelling drop of blood.

The ground cracked open into deep, bottomless ravines.

A blinding white light shone through the blade.

The outside air rushed in, carrying the smell of gunpowder and scorched earth.

"Walk!"

Zhou Jian grabbed Lei Yue's shoulder and shoved him violently toward the crack.

Qin Feng sprang up from the ground and darted into the crevice.

Zhou Jian followed closely behind.

The space of flesh and blood behind them began to collapse on a large scale.

Chen Feng's roar was drowned out by the sound of space shattering.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over them, and the three of them crashed heavily onto the hard ground.

The earthy smell filled my nostrils.

Zhou Jian quickly rolled to his feet, brandishing his sword in a defensive stance.

The guy didn't chase after them. There was no wall of flesh and blood. They returned to reality, to a desolate, scorched wasteland.

It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

His gaze swept quickly across the surroundings.

There are no standing buildings within a radius of 100 meters.

All the trees and rocks were melted by the high temperature and turned into glass-like crystals.

The ground was covered with huge claw marks and deep craters left by the explosion.

A huge creature lay a few dozen meters to the right.

Burning Heaven Fiery Dragon.

It lay there quietly, its breath utterly exhausted.

Its crimson scales had largely fallen off, revealing the charred flesh beneath.

The enormous wings drooped helplessly on the ground.

There was a huge penetrating wound at the base of the wing, from which blood was gushing out continuously.

It was seriously injured, but its chest was still rising and falling, and it was not in mortal danger.

With each breath, faint sparks escaped from his nostrils.

Zhou Jian quickly took out the life potion and injected it into the body of the Burning Heaven Flame Dragon.

The Blazing Dragon's powerful self-healing ability, combined with the effects of the life potion, allowed its wounds to heal rapidly.

Lei Yue, panting heavily, walked to Zhou Jian's side, carrying his heavy sword.

Qin Feng quickly scanned his surroundings.

His attention was completely drawn to an object in front of him.

Right in front of the head of the Blazing Sky Dragon.

In the center of the scorched earth.

A coffin lay quietly in the room.

A huge bronze coffin.

The coffin was five meters long and two meters wide, and its entire body was covered with green rust.

The surface is engraved with intricate and bizarre patterns.

It is not any totem known to humankind.

It resembles some kind of ancient sacrificial scene, with countless tiny figures kneeling and worshipping towards a black hole in the center.

The surrounding area was filled with shriveled human corpses, as if they had been drained of all their life force before they died.

One corner of the bronze coffin is deeply embedded in the soil.

The surrounding ground was cracked in a radial pattern, clearly indicating that it had fallen directly from an extremely high place.

The soil was smashed into a wave of earth half a meter high.

A drop of black liquid suddenly seeped from the edge of the bronze coffin lid.

The liquid slid down the rust and dripped onto the scorched earth.

The soil was instantly corroded, creating a deep pit from which green toxic gas emerged.

Followed by.

A dull, muffled knocking sound came from inside the bronze coffin.

Boom!

The dull thud traveled through the ground.

The surrounding air froze instantly.

The lid of the bronze coffin slowly moved upwards by one centimeter.

far away.

An old man with a hunched back was holding the hand of a five- or six-year-old child.

The old man grinned, revealing a bright smile.

"After waiting for so long, the show is finally about to begin."

The old man looked at Zhou Jian and the other two on the scorched earth ahead.

"I just want to know, how can someone with no future still have a causal connection to the future?"

"But thankfully, I'll be able to witness it with my own eyes soon."

As he spoke, the old man's right eyelid twitched violently.

He casually rubbed it, not paying any attention at all.

All attention was focused on Zhou Jian and his group.

Boom!

Another loud bang.

The sudden noise instantly drew everyone's attention.

The lid of the bronze coffin moved slightly.

It was accompanied by a tooth-grinding metallic scraping sound.

The heavy lid slowly shifted upwards by one centimeter.

Thick, green, toxic gas billowed from the cracks.

The surrounding soil turned into black water the moment it came into contact with the poisonous gas.

A hand reached out.

The flesh was completely rotten, revealing grayish-white bones and black veins.

Black pus dripped down the finger bone onto the bronze rust.

It makes a hissing, corrosive sound.

Zhou Jian stepped forward with his sword drawn, blocking Lei Yue and Qin Feng.

The blade tilts forward, the body presses down, and the muscles are fully tense.

"careful."

The voice just fell.

Bang!

A deafening explosion.

The bronze coffin lid, weighing over a thousand pounds, was blown off, tumbled through the air more than a dozen times, and crashed heavily onto the scorched earth a hundred meters away.

Dirt splashed everywhere.

It created a crater two meters deep.

A person covered in festering sores walked out of the coffin.

He walked with a limp, and with each step, pieces of rotting flesh fell from his body.

The rotting flesh that fell to the ground quickly turned into black smoke.

The facial muscles had completely rotted away, making it impossible to recognize the face.

All that's left are two dark, hollow eye sockets.

but.

His attire sent chills down the spines of Zhou Jian and the other two.

A black tactical vest with a tattered Starshine badge printed on the left chest.

A specially designed communicator is attached to the tactical belt.

Fourteen standard-issue daggers were stuck in the straps on the sides of his legs.

On his finger is a bronze ring from the Wasteland Era.

Their attire was exactly the same as Zhou Jian's and the others.