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Su Mu took the medicine, tilted his head back and drank it, then handed the empty bottle back to her.

His face went from deathly pale to ashen, and then from ashen to rosy.

His breathing became more even, and his hands stopped trembling.

He acted very well.

Chen Jun emerged from behind the big tree, carrying a bulging backpack and holding the bag in his hand, and stood behind Su Mu.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes shone in the darkness.

He looked at Su Mu's pale face and trembling body, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he said nothing.

He lowered his head and placed his backpack at his feet.

In the center of the camp, Bai Liuxi stood up from the ground.

Her legs were still trembling, her hands were still trembling, but she stood up.

Old Wei picked up his broken shield from the ground, Zhao Cheng sheathed his Tang sword, A Qi picked up the fragments of the metal box from the ground, and Xiao Jiu held the flowerpot, the color of the flower in the pot changing from dark purple back to dark purple.

The five of them stood together like five trees ravaged by a storm, their branches and leaves fallen, their trunks bent, but their roots still firmly planted in the soil.

Everyone thought that Su Mu and Bai Liuxi were both seriously injured and had paid a huge price to kill the Zombie King.

No one knew that Su Mu's injury was fake, and that the price he paid was zero.

He still had most of his strength left, he had plenty of medicine, and his golden bloodline was still flowing slowly within him, ready to erupt again at any moment.

But he won't let anyone know this.

Proxiu stood on the south side of the defensive line, his wings folded, and the light blade dissipated in his palm.

His face was ashen, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging into his palms, leaving bloody marks.

He witnessed the entire process of Su Mu killing the Zombie King, saw Su Mu's combo attacks, saw Su Mu's spear pierce the Zombie King's nape, and saw the expression on Su Mu's face... That expression wasn't one of "fighting desperately" or "risking one's life," but rather a more subtle composure, as if he were doing something he had done countless times before.

A feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him. It wasn't jealousy or anger, but a more complex kind of despair, as if it were saying, "I can never catch up with him."

Su Mu leaned against the tree trunk with his eyes closed.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on his knee.

In today's battle, he obtained two purple staves, two level 5 cable car upgrade scrolls, and a Zombie King's box that he hadn't opened yet.

His level jumped from level eight to more than half of level nine. His golden bloodline was still there, his talent was still there, and his strength had reached a new level.

He glanced at Bai Liuxi's retreating figure and remembered her dark red talisman.

That thing came at a great cost, but its effects were terrifying.

If Bai Liuxi had used that talisman when she fought him in the Dark Zone, he might have lost.

It's not a possibility, it's a certainty that we will lose.

Back then, he was only level 5, his attributes were only half of what they are now, his parry talent had not yet awakened, and his golden bloodline had not yet been activated.

If Bai Liuxi used that talisman, his parries wouldn't be able to stop her energy, his spear wouldn't be able to stop her sharp blade, and his body wouldn't be able to stop her killing intent.

He might die.

But now his strength has increased again.

Su Mu withdrew his gaze and looked into the darkness deep within the dense forest.

The hazy light had disappeared, but the feeling of being watched remained, like a thorn stuck in the back of Su Mu's head, farther away than before, but not gone.

It's retreating, but not fleeing; it's reassessing.

He tapped his fingers twice more on his knee, then closed his eyes.

There was an unopened box in his backpack, and an unused talent on his character panel.

Once all this is over, he wants to find a quiet place to properly assess the gains from this battle.

The Zombie King's corpse lay across the center of the camp, like a toppled mountain.

Dark green blood spread from beneath it, seeping into the fallen leaves and soil, gleaming eerily in the firelight.

The air was thick with a pungent, putrid stench, a mixture of gunpowder, blood, and burnt smells that made one's throat tighten.

No one spoke, no one moved.

No one had yet recovered from that battle... A level 12 purple ice and fire witch, a level 13 yellow zombie king, above the extraordinary, legendary level.

If these things had been here a few days ago, any one of them could have wiped them all out.

Bai Liuxi knelt on one knee, supporting herself with her hands, her long hair hanging down to cover her face.

Her body was still trembling. The dark red lines had completely faded, but the feeling of exhaustion surged in waves, leaving her without even the strength to lift her head.

Old Wei's shield shattered into several pieces, scattered at his feet. Veins bulged on his arms, and blood dripped from his fingers.

Zhao Cheng's Tang sword was stuck in the soil, its blade covered with fine cracks and the edge was bent in several places.

Ah Qi squatted on the ground, piecing together the fragments of the metal box piece by piece, as if he were putting together a jigsaw puzzle that could never be completed.

Xiao Jiu squatted in the corner, holding a flowerpot. The color of the flower had changed from deep purple to almost black, and the edges of the petals were yellow, curled, and withered.

Five people, five trees ravaged by a storm.

Su Mu leaned against the tree trunk, his face pale, his lips purple, and his breathing rapid and disordered.

His spear leaned against the tree trunk, its tip embedded in the fallen leaves, the shaft stained with dark green, dried blood.

His eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling, not much, but very quickly.

He was acting, playing a person who was at his last gasp, exhausted, and barely able to stand.

He acted very well because the way the survivors looked at him changed... from fear to sympathy, from awe to pity.

Proxiu stood on the south side of the defensive line, his wings folded, and the light blade dissipated in his palm.

He watched the entire battle from the moment the Ice Witch appeared, through the fall of the Fire Witch, and the death of the Zombie King.

He looked at it very carefully, like a gambler observing his opponent's cards at a gambling table.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that he felt he could take advantage of.

He saw it.

Bai Liuxi was kneeling on the ground and couldn't get up. Lao Wei's shield was shattered, Zhao Cheng's knife was dulled, A Qi's drones were all destroyed, and Xiao Jiu's flowers were wilted.

Su Mu leaned against the tree trunk, his face pale, his breathing rapid, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

His lips curled up slightly, not in a smile, but in a more subtle way, as if saying, "Finally, this moment has come."