Apocalypse: No rebirth! Time to upgrade the sewers!

The air around the vine instantly distorted and collapsed in a way that was visible to the naked eye!

Faced with absolute spatial power, the thorny vine was forcibly compressed into a black cube smaller than a fingernail!

It's over!

Ye Chen was panting heavily, his face filled with fear.

That spatial compression technique just now almost drained a third of his energy.

As a first-tier ability user, using this level of skill is far too much of a burden for him.

However, Song Qing looked at this scene with an irrepressible excitement on his face.

too strong.

This superpower is just too strong.

Whether it's teleportation, storage, or this kind of unbelievable attack method...

He's determined to have it!

Seeing Song Qing's expression, as if he had discovered a treasure, Ye Chen's last shred of fighting spirit vanished.

We can't fight anymore.

If this fight continues, I'll definitely die here!

What is the Chosen One, what are the advantages of being a reborn person? They are all a joke in front of this monster with one bizarre ability after another!

revenge?

Screw revenge!

Live!

As long as I can survive!

This thought instantly occupied his entire mind.

He staggered away, not daring to look at Song Qing again, and limped away.

The bone marrow in his legs still retained Song Qing's extreme cold power, and with each step he took, it felt like countless steel needles were stirring inside his bones.

However, he had only run two steps.

A voice that seemed to come from the deepest hell rang out behind him.

"Ye Chen".

Did I let you leave?

The words had barely left his mouth!

Ye Chen felt a numbness in his left leg, and when he looked down, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

His entire left leg, from his ankle to his thigh, was completely covered by a thick layer of dark blue ice in just one second, freezing him firmly in place!

Ye Chen turned around stiffly, his face filled with despair.

He saw Song Qing slowly raise his right hand.

A purplish-black thorn, about ten centimeters long, grew from the tip of Song Qing's index finger.

Ye Chen will never forget the shape of those sharp spikes for the rest of his life!

This is it!

This is what turned him into a eunuch!

"No...don't..."

Ye Chen let out an incomprehensible wail, his body trembling violently with fear.

Song Qing ignored his pleas.

He launched it in Ye Chen's direction.

call out!

The purplish-black spike shot out as a blur!

The target is neither Ye Chen's head nor his heart.

It was the left leg that had been frozen into an ice sculpture.

next second.

puff!

The spikes hit the ice block with pinpoint accuracy.

Then came a crisp cracking sound.

Click!

Bang! ! !

Ye Chen's frozen left leg, along with the flesh and bones inside, exploded with a bang!

Because he lost his balance, Ye Chen awkwardly sat down on the snow.

He stared blankly at the position of his left leg.

It was deserted there.

"Huh? My...my...my leg is gone."

Ye Chen muttered to himself blankly, seemingly still unaware of what had happened.

one second.

two seconds.

The excruciating pain, delayed for a moment, finally traveled along the nerves to Ye Chen's brain.

"Aa ...

A heart-wrenching scream, inhuman in its piercing tone, rang out.

"My legs! My legs! Aa ...

He curled up on the ground like a shrimp thrown into boiling water, his body convulsing violently.

Song Qing walked over slowly.

Ye Chen saw Song Qing walking over.

Terrified, he struggled to crawl on the ground using his only remaining right leg and hands.

However, he had just moved a little.

A sudden, sharp pain and numbness shot through my right arm.

He looked down in horror and saw that his entire right arm had been covered by a layer of deep blue ice and was frozen to the ground.

Despair overwhelmed him instantly, consuming all his remaining willpower.

Song Qing was already standing in front of him, a smile on her face.

That smile contained an intense, palpable killing intent.

Just then, Song Qing twitched her nose slightly.

A warm, foul odor emanated from Ye Chen's crotch, forming a small cloud of white mist in the cold air.

He was so scared he peed his pants.

Song Qing compared the tearful Ye Chen in front of her with the arrogant, crooked-mouthed Dragon King from just over ten days ago.

He gently shook his head.

"Song... Brother Song..."

Ye Chen squeezed out those two words with difficulty, his voice trembling uncontrollably.

He gave up on escaping and began to repeatedly bang his forehead against the cold ground in Song Qing's direction.

"I was wrong! Brother Song, I was really wrong! Please, let me go!"

"I'll agree to anything you say! I'll give you anything!"

boom! boom! boom!

He kowtowed with all his might.

"I'm a cripple now, Brother Song! Brother Song! I was really wrong! Please!"

He raised his face, which was covered in snot and tears, and cried out in an almost pleading tone.

"We've known each other for so many years, please, for the sake of our past relationship, spare my life!"

mutual affection?

Upon hearing those two words, Song Qing felt nothing but mockery.

When Ye Chen pointed a gun at him, why didn't he talk about feelings?

When he and that bitch Liu Jiajia teamed up to kill him, why didn't they talk about feelings?

However, one thing he said did remind Song Qing.

It's a real shame to kill him like that.

This guy is a reincarnated individual.

The information about the future in his mind was of immense value to him, something that no material possession could buy.

We must extract every last drop of value from him before killing him.

"Let you go?"

Song Qing deliberately dragged out the tone, pretending to be deep in thought.

Gu Ya, who was behind him, sensed something was wrong, took a step forward, and spoke hesitantly.

"Husband...husband."

Song Qing didn't turn around, but waved her hand behind her back, giving her a reassuring signal.

Gu Ya immediately understood, stopped walking, and stopped talking.

She trusted her man.

Song Qing squatted down and looked down at him.

"Ye Chen, you said before that you are a reincarnated person, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Ye Chen nodded frantically, like a chick pecking at rice.

He has no intention of resisting anymore; he's willing to do anything to survive.

"Brother Song! I'm a reincarnated person! I know a lot about the future!"

"very good."

Song Qing nodded in satisfaction.

"I ask, you answer."

"If what you say satisfies me, I can consider coming back to kill you next time we meet."

"Okay, okay!" Ye Chen agreed quickly, afraid that Song Qing would change his mind. "Brother Song, ask away! I'll tell you everything! I'll absolutely tell you everything I know!"