Transcending Worlds: I Have an Invincible Shelter

"Give him some more ingredients!"

A sticky, grating male voice, like mud mixed with rotten flesh, suddenly rang out, and hundreds of mutated black rats, each the size of a thumb, instantly surged out of the darkness.

Their fur was glossy, their sharp teeth were exposed, and their squeaking cries pierced the deathly silence of the cage as they pounced on Song Ruhai in the stinking ditch like a tidal wave.

The putrid cage suddenly erupted with a terrifyingly dense sound of tearing and biting.

The rats' teeth gnawed at flesh, their claws scraped bones, and the murky sounds of splashing sewage were enough to send chills down your spine.

Wherever the mutated rat swarm went, even the maggots wriggling in the ditches were devoured into murky pulp, and the foul-smelling black water was stirred up and churned endlessly.

"Alright! Don't torture him to death."

A clear, cold female voice rang out from the iron platform more than ten meters high.

Qingheng frowned slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the bloody and cruel scene below. He glanced down at the dying figure in the ditch, his tone tinged with impatience.

"Understood, Lord Qingheng~"

The foul-smelling man below, with his wrinkled face and yellow teeth, smiled obsequiously and raised his hand to whistle sharply at the mutated beast in the darkness.

In an instant, the mutated maggots and black rats that had covered Song Ruhai’s body vanished like the receding tide, leaving only a ditch full of broken flesh and blood.

Song Ruhai's already tattered robes had been torn to shreds and were no longer able to cover his body.

His body was covered with countless bloody holes gnawed by rats, and bright red blood was gushing out from the wounds, staining the stinking ditch beneath him a dark red.

His already pale face was now completely bloodless, and his body trembled violently uncontrollably. Every breath he took aggravated his wounds, causing him to shake unconsciously.

Nostrils, mouth, ears... wherever there are openings, the remaining mutated maggots continue to crawl out.

The excruciating itching and intense pain caused him to bend over and dry heave uncontrollably, but nothing came out except for a mixture of blood and phlegm that spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Kid, still not going to confess obediently?"

The man with yellow teeth approached the iron bars, his rough voice carrying a sinister and seductive quality.

"Who is the person behind that building? Just tell me, and I'll immediately make my little darlings stop and give you a quick death."

Song Ruhai coughed up a mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with maggots and blood, his eyes bloodshot, and he cursed with all his might.

"You want me to talk... don't even think about it! I'd rather die than betray you, sir!"

"Looks like my little darlings haven't been taking good enough care of me."

The man with yellow teeth smiled sinisterly, reaching out to stroke a mutated black rat perched on the back of his hand, his eyes filled with the burning passion of someone encountering their first love.

He leaned close to the rat's wet, blood-stained fur and gently kissed it. Then he turned to look at Song Ruhai in the cage, his eyes as cold as ice.

"Give him an injection of the compound, and tomorrow, let my little darlings take good care of him."

......

On a hazy, gray morning, the dilapidated iron gate of the shelter compound creaked in the wind.

After running for his life, Jiang Xiaochen finally staggered to the door, covered in blood and sweat, like a drowning dog.

The lingering terror in his eyes caused his legs to buckle, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud before the iron gate, managing a hoarse, broken cry: "Xinyan... Xuanzhi..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker until he was barely breathing. His head lolled to the side, and he fainted.

"Jiang Xiaochen! Is Jiang Xiaochen back?"

Upon hearing that familiar but weak call, Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan's expressions changed drastically, and they rushed out of the building in a panic.

Just as the two reached the door, they heard footsteps coming from the corner of the staircase in the lobby behind them.

Lin Xuanzhi turned around first, looking at Su Yuyang who was frowning and deep in thought, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes.

"adult"

Zhao Xinyan followed closely behind and said respectfully.

"Bring the person in first."

Su Yuyang spoke calmly, but his gaze had already fallen on the dying figure outside the courtyard gate.

The panic on the two women's faces instantly turned into deep worry.

They knew better than anyone else that Jiang Xiaochen had gone out to investigate with Song Ruhai, but now only Jiang Xiaochen had escaped back alone, and had ended up in such an uncertain situation.

As for Song Ruhai, it's safe to say he's probably in grave danger.

Without delay, the two rushed out the door and together carried the unconscious Jiang Xiaochen into the building lobby.

Su Yuyang stood at the entrance of the building, watching the person being carried in, raising an eyebrow slightly, and secretly cursing in his heart.

What on earth is this guy doing? How did he end up looking like this?

On the sofa, Jiang Xiaochen's face was ashen, his breathing was so weak it was almost imperceptible, and his body was covered in wounds.

"Where is Song Ruhai...?"

Lin Xuanzhi squatted by the sofa, her voice trembling, and shook Jiang Xiaochen's shoulder anxiously, but received no response.

"Stop shaking him, he's already passed out."

Su Yuyang interrupted in a deep voice, signaling the two women to gently put the person down.

Lin Xuanzhi immediately stopped, her eyes instantly reddening as she looked at Jiang Xiaochen's precarious situation.

The next second, the two turned around at the same time and knelt down in front of Su Yuyang with a "plop".

"My lord! Please save Song Ruhai!"

Lin Xuanzhi's voice choked with sobs, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Zhao Xinyan also kowtowed repeatedly, her tone full of pleading.

"My lord, only you can save Jiang Xiaochen... Please, do my help!"

Seeing the two people's sorrowful and pleading expressions, and glancing at Jiang Xiaochen groaning in pain on the sofa, Su Yuyang sighed softly and asked in a deep voice.

"What exactly happened?"

He felt truly helpless. He had taken these people in so that they could guard the shelter and collect Source Crystals.

As a result, he always had to clean up the mess. He's not a doctor who specializes in treating patients, so how could he save lives?

Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with apprehension and self-blame.

They kept it a secret from Su Yuyang. Jiang Xiaochen and Song Ruhai went out to investigate the movements of the Jintu camp, hoping to relieve the pressure on the shelter.

Not only have they failed to find any useful information, but one person has gone missing and another has been seriously injured.

After hesitating for a moment, Lin Xuanzhi bit her lip and told Su Yuyang in detail about the four of them's discussion on investigating Song Ruhai and Jiang Xiaochen's plan to go north.

After listening quietly, Su Yuyang turned to look at Zhao Xinyan, who was nodding in agreement, before finally looking back at Jiang Xiaochen, who was groaning on the sofa. He patted his forehead helplessly.

"Regardless of whether the attackers were from the Ash Earth Camp or not, the most urgent task is to wake Jiang Xiaochen up."

He withdrew his gaze, looked at the two women, and asked calmly, "Do you have a way to treat them?"

Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan were both taken aback and shook their heads blankly.

In the wasteland, resources are scarce. They can't even find the most basic healing potions, let alone treat such severe injuries.

"No way..."

Su Yuyang silently rolled his eyes in his heart.

He had only been in the wasteland for a few days and hadn't even figured out the treatment methods here, so what could he possibly do?

Sensing the displeasure in Su Yuyang's tone, the two women felt a tremor in their hearts, but they still refused to give up, gazing at him with tearful eyes.

"My lord, please think of a way to save Jiang Xiaochen..."

"grown ups……"

Feeling uncomfortable under the pleading gazes of the two girls, Su Yuyang turned to look at Jiang Xiaochen again and gave him some instructions.

"I'm going to find something. Whether he can pull through or not depends on his own fate."

Before the two women could plead again, he turned and strode up the stairs, disappearing in a flash.

About half an hour later, Su Yuyang reappeared, carrying a brand-new large first aid kit, which he casually tossed in front of the two women.

The box landed on the ground with a thud, and Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan quickly stepped forward to open it.

Inside, neatly arranged, were iodine solution, medical alcohol, hydrogen peroxide, saline solution, sterile gauze, tourniquets, anti-inflammatory ointment, hemostatic powder... all clean medical supplies that they had never seen or heard of in the wasteland.

Everything in the first-aid kit was brand new and neatly arranged, standing out starkly from this decaying world.

Su Yuyang calmly instructed, "These things are for cleaning wounds, stopping bleeding, and reducing inflammation. Just use them as instructed."

These were just ordinary first-aid supplies that he had casually bought from the pharmacy downstairs in his apartment complex in the real world, but in the eyes of the two women, they were as precious as rare and precious treasures.

In this ruined city overrun by zombies and depleted of supplies, the fact that they could produce such complete and clean medical supplies was enough to make them feel even more awe of Su Yuyang's mystery and power.

"What are you staring at? Do you expect me to clean his wounds myself?"

Seeing the two of them looking stunned, Su Yuyang spoke up in an annoyed tone.

Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan suddenly came to their senses and hurriedly picked up the supplies from the first aid kit. They frantically but carefully cleaned Jiang Xiaochen's wounds and disinfected them to stop the bleeding.

Su Yuyang stood aside, watching the two busy figures, but his brows slowly furrowed. His gaze pierced through the doors and windows of the hall, looking towards the dilapidated streets shrouded in gray-yellow smog in the distance.

In fact, he had already noticed Jiang Xiaochen when he appeared outside the iron gate of the shelter.

At that moment, he sensed that, besides Jiang Xiaochen, there was another hidden presence lurking deep within the smog in the distance.

Whether it was a wandering zombie, a survivor, or a gifted individual, the figure was secretly monitoring the shelter from afar.

The moment he appeared in the courtyard and watched the two women carry Jiang Xiaochen into the building, the hidden surveillance agent moved silently. Although it did not get close, it never left.

Su Yuyang slowly closed his eyes and activated his [Listening to the Wind] talent.

In an instant, the faint sounds of conversation, footsteps, and suppressed breathing from the distant smog could be clearly heard.

"It wasn't just one person..."

He muttered to himself, a cold glint in his eyes, "It seems to be the same group that targeted Jiang Xiaochen and Song Ruhai."

At the same time, Su Yuyang moved.

A heavy, yellowish-gray smog pressed down on the entire wasteland city skyline, reducing visibility to less than ten meters.

The ten-story dilapidated building has exposed steel bars, peeling and crumbling walls, and is covered with dried bloodstains and decaying debris.

Two figures huddled close to the shadows of the ruins, keeping their bodies low, and sped away from the shelter building behind them without looking back.

"Why are you running?!"

The questioning voices of his companions behind him carried on the wind, their tones filled with incomprehension and a hint of anger.

But the person fleeing ahead was incredibly swift. With a burst of speed, he left a blurry afterimage as he swept across the entire street in an instant, about to disappear into the depths of the fog.

The lean man who had been shouting from behind paused, instinctively glancing back at the outline of the shelter building, a sudden sense of crisis welling up inside him.

Knowing that his sense of danger was far less acute than that of his companions ahead, he immediately stopped talking and followed closely behind.

Two figures, one in front of the other, completely disappeared into the hazy, gray ruins.

The two fled at full speed without sleep, and after running for more than an hour, the figure in front of them suddenly stopped.

The woman's shoulders heaved violently, her flat chest and abdomen rose and fell incessantly, and her heavy breathing was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the smog.

She turned around hastily to look at her companions chasing after her. The seriousness between her brows did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it became even more pronounced as the oppressive silence around her grew.

"Every mission is a high-risk, life-or-death situation, and they always only assign us two people. This job for the Spider-Kite Squad is worse than suicide!"

The fair-skinned young man behind gritted his teeth and chased after her, barely stopping beside her. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his throat was dry and sore.

He was panting heavily as he muttered angrily in a low voice.

The two belonged to the Spider Kite Squad, but were only peripheral members, because they were skilled in stealth tracking.

This time, he was only ordered to follow an ordinary gifted individual in the night watch camp. At first, everything was calm, but when his companion suddenly ran away, everything changed.

He dared not ask or think too much, and could only subconsciously follow the path and run wildly. When it came to survival, doubts were insignificant.

"What's wrong, Dianchun? What have you noticed?"

Listening to his companion's complaints, Ou Dianchun had no desire to agree.

Her face was tense, her eyes fixed on the smog she had come from, her mind on edge.

The sense of crisis in her heart did not subside, but instead grew stronger, causing her to glare at the fair-skinned young man beside her.

"Shut up, don't make a sound!"

Ou Dianchun suddenly swept his cold gaze across the room, his eyes passing over his panting companion beside him, his gaze fixed on the thick, churning gray-yellow smog behind them.

The fair-skinned young man turned around blankly and scanned the surroundings. All he could see were desolate ruins, a sky full of smog, and emptiness, without the slightest sign of movement.

He had a decent talent for stealth, but after fighting side by side with others in the post-apocalyptic world for many years, he had long been convinced of Ou Dianchun's dangerous intuition.

The next second, without saying a word, Ou Dianchun turned around and accelerated again, leaping across half a street once more.

"Hey! Wait for me!"

The fair-skinned youth was increasingly puzzled, secretly thinking to himself that even if they encountered a mutated beast or a hostile high-level talent, both of them were second-level talents.

In his view, as long as they joined forces to fight back, ordinary dangers were nothing to fear, so why did they have to flee here in such a panic?

Despite his doubts, the fair-skinned youth dared not delay for even a moment. He fully activated his talent, and his figure suddenly became ethereal, with layers of light, thin shadows rising around him, transforming into countless fluttering petals.

Hua Ying, propelled by the swift wind, quickly caught up with Ou Dianchun's pace ahead.

The two continued to run at full speed for more than two hours, their strength already exhausted, their legs aching and numb.

Not far ahead, the team's pre-set temporary rendezvous point was already faintly visible, and they could soon seek help from their teammates.

Just then, without warning, Ou Dianchun abruptly changed direction, decisively abandoning the rendezvous point route and heading straight towards the deserted ruins on the other side.

"Dian Chun! What are you doing? Where are you going?"

The fair-skinned young man watched as Ou Dianchun sped away from the rendezvous point. Even though he was slow-witted, he could still keenly sense that the situation was extremely abnormal.

He glanced up at the seemingly normal meeting point building that was so close at hand, then looked in the direction that Ou Dianchun was heading without hesitation.

Alarm bells rang in the fair-skinned youth's mind. The illusory petals around him slowly receded, solidifying back into his slender true form, as he warily looked around.

In that instant, from the shadows of the dilapidated building facing the street at the meeting point, a strange hand, more than a hundred meters long, suddenly shot out without warning!

A slender, pale arm, carrying the force of thunder, was about to strike the hesitant, fair-skinned youth with such speed that there was no way to dodge it!

"No, no! Lady Yu Mo, this is the middle of nowhere, please don't take any more steps!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gigantic, pale hand that blotted out the sky rushing towards him. The fair-skinned young man's scalp tingled instantly, his mind reeling, and he instinctively begged for mercy.

But the owner of that strange hand completely ignored his pleas for mercy and swiftly swept past him, brushing against his shoulder.

Realizing that the target rushing towards him was not himself, the fair-skinned young man turned his head and saw an arm reaching straight out to a place hundreds of meters behind him.

boom! boom! boom!

At the same moment, three muffled, heavy thuds suddenly exploded, shaking the surrounding air.

The pale, giant hand slammed down on an invisible, transparent light shield, each strike creating a visible ripple of energy.

Despite the giant palms' repeated attacks and constant pressure, the light shield remained as steady as a rock, firmly blocking all the offensive.

At a dilapidated window on the second floor of the meeting point building, a long-haired woman stood by the window; it was Lin Yumo, the woman with long arms.

Lin Yumo's almond-shaped eyes were filled with a chilling coldness. Seeing that her all-out attack was completely blocked by the invisible light shield, her almond-shaped eyes instantly turned upside down.

At that moment, the fair-skinned young man, who had survived the ordeal, suddenly had a moment of enlightenment, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Why did Ou Dianchun flee for his life and immediately move away from the rendezvous point?

"Idiots! Two idiots! They actually led their tails right here!"

Lin Yumo gritted her teeth and cursed coldly, her tone full of exasperation.

The fair-skinned youth hurriedly turned around to look at the way he had come from, but there was no one in his field of vision, only that hundred-meter-long pale giant hand repeatedly tearing and bombarding the void light barrier.

He dared not linger for even half a second longer, and turned around to fully unleash his talent.

At that moment, his body instantly disintegrated into a flurry of flying flower shadows, layer upon layer, intertwined into a vast expanse, fleeing at full speed in the exact opposite direction from Ou Dianchun, seeking only to save his life and escape.

Three hundred meters away deep in the smog, Su Yuyang hid behind a blind spot in the broken wall, his eyes fixed on the unusual movement ahead.

He carefully examined the pale arm that stretched across the sky for hundreds of meters, watching as the other party continuously exerted its power and frantically bombarded the safety zone shield spread around him. His expression was complicated, and he secretly complained to himself.

Am I surviving in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, or have I stumbled into a mysterious and supernatural instance?

This superpower is outrageous and too bizarre!

With such an exaggerated and bizarrely long giant hand blocking his path, Su Yuyang had no way to launch a close-range attack and could only passively remain in place.

Su Yuyang was very unhappy that the ability user in the distance kept depleting his light shield defense and that he was being passively attacked.

After a brief standoff, his gaze darkened. He stopped passively defending and directly opened the system's virtual warehouse, taking out an M250 light machine gun.

He acquired this light machine gun from the Dubai mafia; it was extremely powerful, but its only drawback was its limited ammunition, with only eight thousand rounds remaining.

Rat-a-tat! Rat-a-tat-tat!

A sudden burst of short, sharp, and intense gunfire ripped through the deathly silence of the smog, as scorching bullets, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, poured out inaccurately.

The pale, giant hand, three hundred meters away, was instantly pierced and torn apart by a barrage of bullets, its surface riddled with countless bloody holes, and crimson blood dripped continuously down its palm lines.

A sharp pain instantly swept through her body, and from the dilapidated building in the distance came a woman's suppressed scream, filled with rage and agony.

Hearing the woman's furious roar, Su Yuyang gave her no chance to retaliate and immediately activated his talent [Lightning Flash] at full speed.

A faint black arc of electricity flashed, and his figure instantly traversed the three-hundred-meter battlefield, appearing directly in front of the dilapidated building where Lin Yumo was hiding.

At the same time, the invincible light shield instantly enveloped the entire building, sealing off all of the opponent's escape routes.

Where are they?

Su Yuyang frowned and coldly swept his gaze across the entire building.

The furious roar just now clearly came from inside this building, but under the cover of the light barrier, all that could be seen were a few dazed, wandering, low-level mutated zombies with rotting flesh. Apart from that, it was empty.

"You're fast enough!"

Su Yuyang shook his slightly numb wrist, then leaped into the dilapidated building.

They hurried to the room from which the pale, giant hand had reached out earlier, where the ground was littered with the half-eaten, blackened, and rotting remains of mutated beasts.

After searching the area, they found nothing; the long-armed woman had already vanished without a trace.

Having considered this, Su Yuyang felt a growing sense of unease.

I've been out here for several hours, and I don't know if the invincible shield of the shelter building will become ineffective after I use it here.

Not wanting to lose his hard-won subordinates, Su Yuyang had no choice but to turn back towards the shelter building, sighing inwardly.

"It seems we can only wait for Jiang Xiaochen to wake up."

When Su Yuyang turned back outside the iron gate of the shelter building, a gray-yellow haze pressed heavily on the broken walls and ruins. There wasn't a single wandering zombie in sight, nor the roars of any mutated beasts. Everything seemed relatively peaceful.

He weighed the two source crystals, each gleaming with a dark red blood-red light, in his palm, his brows furrowing slightly, clearly dissatisfied.

On the way back, we encountered a horde of zombies. After a fierce battle that used up five thousand bullets, we only got two Blood Energy Crystals. The drop rate was infuriatingly low.

A growing sense of manpower shortage welled up in his heart. Even if he could bring a large amount of weaponry from the real world and hand it over to Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan, who had no combat experience, it would still be difficult to make a difference.

Thinking of Jiang Xiaochen, who was seriously injured and unconscious, he sighed softly in his heart, wondering if the kid could pull through.

As soon as he stepped into the building lobby, a familiar figure came into view, causing Su Yuyang to pause slightly.

Jiang Xiaochen had already sat up on the sofa, holding a box of beef rice in his hand, and was wolfing it down, sweating profusely. There was no trace of his previous near-death state.

"The physique of a gifted individual is indeed extraordinary."

Su Yuyang sighed inwardly. If he had suffered such a severe injury in the real world, let alone getting up to eat, he would have had to stay in bed for at least half a year to recover, and he would have had difficulty even getting out of bed.

Hearing footsteps at the building entrance, Jiang Xiaochen dropped the bowl and chopsticks in her hands with a clatter to the ground.

He hurriedly got up, bent his knees and slid to his knees, sliding straight down the smooth ground to Su Yuyang, his voice full of excitement and gratitude for surviving the ordeal.

"Thank you so much for saving my life!"

Since he woke up, Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan have told him everything about how Su Yuyang took out rare emergency medicines to save him.

The medical supplies that were nothing short of miraculous in the wasteland deepened his awe of this mysterious figure.

Su Yuyang reached out and pulled him up, heading straight for the sofa. But when he noticed the still-wet bloodstains on the sofa fabric, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The next second, he had a thought and took out a sofa chair from Dubai from the system's virtual warehouse, casually placing it in the center of the hall.

He leaned back in his chair, comfortably adopting a "Ge You slouch," before glancing at the three people in the room, his gaze finally settling on Jiang Xiaochen.

"Tell me, what exactly happened?"

Jiang Xiaochen lowered his head, a deep sorrow and self-blame flashing across his eyes.

He glanced at Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan beside him before recounting without reservation his experiences after leaving the shelter with Song Ruhai: how he and Song Ruhai ventured deeper for the sake of the source crystals, were ambushed by second-tier experts, Song Ruhai died tragically at the hands of "Master Huo," and he himself narrowly escaped.

After he finished speaking, he kowtowed deeply.

"My lord, please punish me! It was all my greed that led me astray, and I insisted on going deeper into the territory, which is why I harmed Ru Hai!"

Su Yuyang turned his head slightly and looked at Lin Xuanzhi and Zhao Xinyan, who were silent as cicadas in fear, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.

What do you think?

The two men trembled violently and immediately knelt down, pleading for mercy in unison.

"My lord, it's our fault. We advised them to go out and investigate, which led to this disaster. Please punish us!"

Su Yuyang secretly grumbled to himself, realizing that he only had these three capable people left, and he couldn't possibly punish them all.

As for Song Ruhai, he already considered him a doomed man, so there was no use in regretting it or holding him accountable.

"Why--"

He sighed softly and waved his hand.

"Even if you don't leave the shelter, those people will eventually come after this place. Get up."

This seemingly casual remark sent a chill down the spines of the three, who mistakenly believed that this unpredictable adult was about to abandon them. They pressed their knees firmly to the ground, too afraid to get up.

"What, do you need me to help you up?"

Su Yuyang's tone became slightly more forceful, tinged with impatience.

The three dared not kneel any longer, hurriedly stood up, lowered their heads and stood with their hands at their sides, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"Now that we know who our opponents are, let's take the initiative to find them."

Su Yuyang spoke casually, as if he were not talking about challenging a powerful force within the ruined city, but rather about simply going out to search for supplies.

"grown ups!"

The three of them looked up at the same time, staring at him in horror, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"What, are you scared?"

Su Yuyang frowned, looking at the three of them with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"No, no!"

Jiang Xiaochen quickly shook his head, his voice tense, "But the Ash Earth Camp is the largest force in the Ruins City. If we go there rashly and are surrounded and killed by them, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the danger was obvious. His and Song Ruhai's experience proved that the people of the Ash Earth Camp had been secretly watching this refuge all along.

"Don't worry, I've already dealt with those tails who were secretly watching us, and they won't bother us again anytime soon."

Su Yuyang's words seemed to be about something very ordinary, but to Jiang Xiaochen they were like a bolt from the blue.

He had personally experienced being surrounded and killed by those second-tier talents.

Su Yuyang had no idea what Jiang Xiaochen was thinking. On his way back, he had personally forced back the group of talented individuals who were secretly monitoring him, and had also fought with the strange woman with long arms.

Having confirmed with their eyes that the mysterious man before them had not deceived them, Lin Xuanzhi, Zhao Xinyan, and Jiang Xiaochen all breathed a sigh of relief. However, Su Yuyang's next words still made their hearts skip a beat.

"But ultimately, you will have to forge your own path from here on out."

Seeing the rollercoaster-like expressions on the three people's faces, Su Yuyang changed the subject and asked.

"Do you know where the largest number of zombies and mutated beasts are?"

He urgently needs a large amount of Source Crystals to strengthen the supply system and improve his own strength. If he can find a place with a high density of mutated beasts and bring in weapons from the real world, and have the three of them fire heavy machine guns at him, he can quickly accumulate Source Crystals.

Upon hearing this question, the three of them froze on the spot, exchanging awkward glances.

The mutated beasts and zombies in the surrounding thirty-odd blocks had already been wiped out by them. Even further away, the area had been thoroughly cleaned up due to the large-scale capture of slaves by the Ash Earth Camp, leaving no dense clusters of zombies.

Su Yuyang could tell the outcome just by looking at the expressions of the three people, and he sighed softly.

"Alright, everyone go and pack your things. Tomorrow, we'll head north together."

Heading north!

The two words, once they reached the ears of the three people, stirred up a storm.

Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen were shocked. That was the direction in which Song Ruhai died tragically, and it was also the territory of the Jintu Camp.

Lin Xuanzhi's eyes blazed with intense excitement, a desire to avenge the hundreds of souls lost at the Night Watch camp.

"Now that we've been targeted by the people of the Ash Earth Camp, we have to find a way to get rid of this trouble."

Su Yuyang got up and stretched, looking at the different expressions on the three people's faces, and spoke calmly.

"But sir, what should we do with this shelter?"

Lin Xuanzhi quickly spoke up, expressing her biggest concern: this building was protected by an invincible light shield, making it their only safe haven at the moment.

Zhao Xinyan and Jiang Xiaochen also looked at Su Yuyang. They had the utmost awe and reliance on the light shield that could withstand the bombardment of rockets.

"Naturally, it should be discarded."

Su Yuyang asked casually, "Or perhaps you intend to stay and guard this place?"

In his mind, he was the real mobile shelter. As long as he was there, there was an absolute safety barrier everywhere. An empty building was not worth mentioning at all.

"No, no, that's not what I meant!"

Lin Xuanzhi's face turned deathly pale instantly, and she hurriedly waved her hands to explain.

Thinking that Su Yuyang had misunderstood her as being attached to the refuge and harboring ulterior motives, she became so anxious that her eyes turned red.

Seeing her flustered and worried expression, Su Yuyang chuckled. "Alright, don't overthink it. Go and pack your things. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" the three replied in unison, and quickly turned around to prepare.

After the three left, the hall returned to silence. Su Yuyang closed his eyes and silently communicated with the colorful black card in his mind.

"System, return to the real world."

With a flash of light, his figure vanished from the hall in an instant.

......

On the outskirts of Dubai, on the Gulf of Mexico, the Bahrull Estate, deep in the desert, has long been reduced to a sea of ​​fire.

Hundreds of thugs dressed in black and armed with automatic rifles opened fire on the manor like mad dogs, raining down bullets that kept the guards inside from even raising their heads.

The walls and buildings were riddled with holes, and rubble and blood were flying everywhere.

"Charge! Slaughter all those bastards of Bakhlul! Leave no one alive!"

At the front of the crowd, a portly Arab man wore a white robe embroidered with gold patterns, his belly bulging out of the fabric like a large ball.

He waved his arms, cursing and swearing, his face full of greed and madness, his eyes fixed on the depths of the manor as if he could already see mountains of gold.

"One thousand kilograms of gold! It's all mine! Nobody can take it!"

His curses were quickly drowned out by the dense gunfire and explosions, as flames surged toward the desert estate.

Gunfire erupted like thunder, completely engulfing the entire desert estate.

Flames licked at the building's exterior walls, rubble and spent shell casings bounced wildly on the ground, and black-clad thugs surged in from all directions like a tidal wave.

The automatic rifle fire formed a fiery red curtain, tearing the outer defenses of the manor to shreds.

Inside the main building, the stench of gunpowder mixed with blood was suffocating. Half of the white-haired Audi's body was blackened by the gunpowder, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on the approaching shadow outside the window.

The next moment, the veins on his arm holding the submachine gun bulged, and his angry shouts shook the windowpanes.

"I told you! You shouldn't have agreed to that Chinese man's offer! You insisted on taking that batch of gold!"

"Our Bakhlul is finished! Completely finished! It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"

With a roar, Audi slammed on the trigger, the submachine gun spewing out a furious tongue of fire, a dense barrage of bullets sweeping towards the black-clad thugs who had stormed into the manor.

The people at the front row were instantly shot and fell to the ground, their blood splattering on the marble floor, a stark and glaring sight.

However, the enemy's firepower was in no way inferior, and it even seemed to have the support of heavy firepower equipment from the official armed forces.

Bullets rained down on the building's walls, sending brick fragments flying and shattering the heavy French windows.

Looking at the glass shards flying everywhere, Audi knew that this was no ordinary gang fight.

The imperial court has its backing!

While Alpha was still being held at the police station and hadn't been rescued, his own base was subjected to a devastating surprise attack. The despair of being attacked from both sides instantly overwhelmed his heart, making him increasingly manic.

"Nigger! Henry! Where the hell are you?!"

Behind the crowd, Henry, a black man whose sharp suit was now covered in dust and blood, was desperately trying to crawl under a heavy stone table.

His body was so close to the stone table that it swayed slightly. He was a legitimate lawyer who made a living by his words and legal statutes, but in this midst of gunfire, even the most rigorous legal statutes couldn't stop a single bullet.

Hearing the roar, Henry buried his head even deeper, clutching it tightly with both hands, wanting only to curl up into a ball and hope to escape this annihilation.

"You get the hell over here!"

The white-haired Audi retreated from the front amidst a dense hail of bullets, the muzzle of his submachine gun still hot after firing a full magazine.

He grabbed Henry by the collar of his suit and pulled him out from under the stone table like a chick, his vicious face almost pressed against the man's terrified face.

"Contact that Chinese man immediately! We're being targeted because of him! Contact him right now!"

The gun barrel was pressed firmly against Henry's temple, the scalding metal touch sending a shiver through him, and he almost felt the urge to urinate rising up.

He nodded repeatedly, pleading incoherently, "Okay! Okay! I'll contact them! I'll contact them right away!"

In fact, he had been frantically sending messages to Su Yuyang the moment the manor was attacked, but all his messages went unanswered.

But with a gun pointed at his head, he didn't dare utter a single word of dissent and could only fumble for his phone with trembling fingers.

My fingers trembled as I typed out the distress message again and again, pressing the send button rapidly and heavily.

Upon seeing this, the core members of Bakhlul who were holding out in the hall instantly had a glimmer of hope for survival in their eyes.

That day, right here in this hall, the mysterious man in the white robe single-handedly strolled through thousands of bullets, casually killing one person with a single punch—a terrifying feat that remains fresh in everyone's memory.

At this moment, they believed. As long as Su Yuyang could come, Bakhlul could still be saved!

"How's it going? Any reply yet?"

Audi emptied another magazine, roughly reloaded, turned around and glared at Henry, his angry roar almost drowning out the gunfire outside the window.

"It'll be soon! Almost there!"

Large beads of cold sweat trickled down Henry's face, and the phone screen was blindingly bright, but no reply popped up.

His fingers trembled so much he could barely hold the phone, his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to explode, and he kept glancing at the Audi.

He was terrified that the other party might fire a burst of bullets at him at any moment.

The gunfire outside the window grew more intense. The thugs in black had already rushed to the ground floor of the building, and the machine gun fire in the corridor was getting closer and closer. They were about to storm the lobby.

Audi kicked Henry hard, cursed "trash," picked up his submachine gun again, climbed to the other window, and started firing wildly into the corridor below.

"puff--"

He had just peeked out halfway when a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. A bullet had pierced his scapula, and blood splattered instantly at the window, staining his white hair red.

Audi groaned, forcefully rolling to the side despite the excruciating pain, barely dodging the dozen or so bullets that followed. He crashed heavily into the wall, blood gushing from his shoulder and soaking his clothes.

......

At Dubai International Airport, passenger planes slowly came to a stop on the runway, the cabin doors opened, and a warm desert wind rushed out.

As soon as Su Yuyang stepped out of the cabin, his phone started vibrating wildly the moment it regained signal, with a series of message notifications ringing incessantly.

Very few people knew his private number, and Henry, a black man, was one of them.

He pulled out his phone; the screen was filled with Henry's desperate pleas for help, each word brimming with despair and panic.

"Sir! Help! Bakhlul Manor has been attacked!"

"Sir! I'm dying! Where are you! Please save me!!!"

"They outnumber us! Their firepower is too strong! We can't hold them off!!!"

Su Yuyang's eyes turned slightly cold as he lightly traced the screen with his fingertips, a hint of chill flashing in his eyes.

Trouble has come knocking.

I just found an agent, and now I'm being targeted.

Su Yuyang quickly walked down the spiral staircase, and while the staff weren't paying attention, his figure quietly disappeared into a dark shadow.

The next moment, the [Lightning] talent was activated.

A black arc of electricity streaked across the airport, scaled the fence, and silently disappeared into the pitch-black night outside, as if it had never existed.