Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

The grayish-yellow smog churned slowly in the wind, and from the broken iron gate, several figures with arrogant strides and a chilling aura emanated from them, slowly walked out from the depths of the thick smog.

Their eyes held only the ruthlessness and arrogance of the gifted, their arrogance reaching its peak.

This group of people were the same talented individuals from the Ash Earth Camp who had previously massacred the Night Watch camp and abducted all the elderly, women, and children to be their slaves.

They had assumed that this wasteland stronghold had been completely cleared out and there were no survivors, but unexpectedly, when they returned with Lord Gao Zhuang, they ran into Zhu Wenchao and his group of escapees.

Ten figures dispersed in an orderly fashion, quickly surrounding the entire courtyard, their gazes indifferent to Zhu Wenchao outside the main entrance of the building.

At this moment, Zhu Wenchao was trembling all over; in their eyes, he was not even an ant.

Zheng Qianshan and Wen Yunling, who were convulsing and dying with intermittent breathing, were completely ignored by everyone, like two insignificant pieces of dregs.

"These few low-level fry who've barely scratched the surface of talent dare to run away when they see us? They're really asking for trouble!"

A sharp, cold female voice suddenly pierced the silence, and a woman with arrogant yellow hair suddenly became ethereal, then instantly appeared in front of Zhu Wenchao.

Zhu Wenchao was terrified, his blood instantly froze, his teeth chattered, and he was about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but before he could utter a single word...

boom!

The blonde woman clenched her iron fist and slammed it down with overwhelming force, striking Zhu Wenchao squarely in the face.

Click!

Zhu Wenchao instinctively raised his arm to block, and immediately heard the sound of bones cracking.

At the same time, Zhu Wenchao's face turned deathly pale, his features contorted in pain, and a shrill scream, comparable to that of a slaughtered animal, burst from his throat.

His whole body convulsed uncontrollably, the excruciating pain crushing his nerves, and the will to live gripping his mind.

He disregarded all decorum and dignity, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded.

"I surrender! I completely surrender! Don't kill me! Spare my life!"

In order to survive, he had no scruples whatsoever. He raised his hand and pointed to Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi behind him, fawningly informing them.

"My lord! I have a generous gift to offer! They have a large amount of supplies, including food and water."

I offer it all up, begging only that you spare my life!

Before Zhu Wenchao could continue begging for mercy, the blond-haired woman glanced down at him from her high position before slowly raising her eyes and looking past the humble, kneeling Zhu Wenchao.

As for Shen Changge, who was seriously injured, unconscious, and barely breathing, she completely ignored him from beginning to end.

The next second, her gaze precisely locked onto the neatly stacked supply boxes in front of Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi.

She couldn't identify the type of product from the unfamiliar sealed packaging, but the five neatly arranged, clear, and intact bottles of mineral water stood out starkly in the desolate wasteland where water was scarce as much as life itself, instantly giving her a jolt.

Without hesitation, she raised her foot and stomped heavily on Zhu Wenchao's cheek, the force almost crushing his cheekbone, and coldly shouted, "Shut up!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around abruptly and shouted loudly to the nine core team members who were walking slowly behind her, her tone full of excitement and urgency.

"Big brother! Come quick! We've found something great—water, five huge boxes of it!!"

"water?"

In the middle of the group, a thin and frail figure suddenly stopped upon hearing the sound. A bright light flashed in his lifeless eyes, and he swiftly moved to the side of the blond woman.

The gaunt man's gaze immediately fixed on the five cases of mineral water at Lin Xuanzhi's feet, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

In the post-apocalyptic wasteland, clean water is even scarcer and more precious than high-grade source crystals. It is a true hard currency and a lifeline for survival.

The thin man subconsciously raised his hand, about to step forward and pick up a bottle of mineral water.

But just as he raised his fingertips, he slowly withdrew his greed, calmed his mind, turned his head and stared intently at Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi, and asked in surprise.

"You see so many of us second-tier talent users, and you're not afraid?"

He was so preoccupied with the scarcity of fresh water that he didn't notice the two men's expressions at all.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that Song Ruhai's expression was cold and Lin Xuanzhi's eyes were full of anger. Neither of them showed any fear or panic.

You should know that not long ago, it was this group of people who went on a killing spree here, massacring the night watch camp, slaughtering all the resisters, and taking the rest as slaves.

Ordinary survivors who encounter them are so frightened that their legs go weak and they collapse; some even kneel down and beg for mercy like Zhu Wenchao.

The two of them, on the contrary, remained calm and composed, which was strange.

The blonde woman also noticed something amiss. Her eyes instantly turned icy cold, and her five fingers clenched tightly. The void around her fist visibly rippled with layers of twisted energy.

Her talent [Heavy Qi] has already broken through to the second level, making her a formidable fighter and a top performer in the team.

"Playing tricks, you're asking for it!"

She let out a low shout, fully activating her talent, and her fist, imbued with heavy qi, slammed towards Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi.

The second-tier talent [Heavy Force] is enough to tear apart the flesh of an ordinary first-tier talent user and pierce through thick iron plates with just the residual force of the punch.

hum-

A series of transparent light ripples suddenly spread out, flexible yet undulating, steadily absorbing the full force of the punch.

The powerful force collided with the transparent barrier and instantly dissipated, the punch's force being completely neutralized.

The blond woman's heavy punch missed its mark, and she couldn't get even half a step closer. She was stunned on the spot, her eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

He subconsciously looked down at Zhu Wenchao, who was slumped at his feet, and then glanced at Zheng Qianshan and Wen Yunling, who were barely breathing, and asked in a deep voice.

"What is this strange thing?"

The three were filled with fear and could only frantically shake their heads, unable to answer at all.

Seeing this, the thin man beside him slowly curled a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth, carrying a hypocritical and tempting intent.

"It's rare to find someone with such skill. If you two obediently hand over all the supplies and fresh water, I will personally introduce you to Lord Gao Zhuang."

These scarce resources are enough to get you accepted into the Lord's service. What do you say?

Inside the light barrier, Song Ruhai and Lin Xuanzhi exchanged a glance, and both of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They had been on edge the whole time, fearing that the group of second-tier talents would launch a powerful attack and break through the protective shield of the refuge that Su Yuyang had set up in advance.

After all, Zhu Wenchao and the other two were only at the initial stage of talent awakening, and had not even reached the threshold of the first level, so their combat strength was weak.

However, the dozen or so members of the Ash Earth Camp in front of them were all genuine second-tier combatants.

"impossible."

Song Ruhai, filled with icy anger, coldly refused.

Three simple words, but with a resolute attitude, leaving no room for negotiation.

This group massacred the night watch camp and kidnapped their fellow night watchmen to serve as slaves.

How can we talk about submission?

Moreover, all the allocation and ownership of all supplies in the shelter belong to Su Yuyang, and they have absolutely no right to make decisions on their own.

"You don't know what's good for you. Don't blame me if you're asking for it."

The smile on the thin man's face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling aura. His expression turned completely gloomy, and he was too lazy to waste any more words or attempts to entice him.

He grabbed the blonde woman's sleeve and pulled her back, while turning to give cold orders to the eight team members waiting behind him.

"No need to waste time, get the equipment ready, fire two rockets and blow this place to smithereens."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four members of the Ash Earth team behind him immediately bent down, took out the rocket launchers they were carrying, quickly loaded the ammunition, and pointed the cold muzzles at the main entrance of the shelter building.

The next instant, two rockets, trailing scorching flames and terrifying plumes of smoke, hurtled through the air and struck the transparent protective shield.

Boom—! Boom—!

Two deafening explosions rang out in succession, flames shot into the sky, and heat waves swept across the entire courtyard. Brilliant and violent fireworks suddenly burst forth on the light shield.

The transparent light shield outside the main entrance of the shelter building was instantly and completely engulfed by the raging inferno.