Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Half an hour later.

There wasn't a single clean patch of ground left in the underground space.

The corpses were piled up in layers, and the blood plasma flowed into streams, slowly flowing along the terrain, gleaming with a dark red light under the dim yellow lamp.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood, which was even more difficult to dissipate in this enclosed underground space.

Lin Chen stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses.

The ground beneath his feet was piled high with corpses, yet he had hardly a drop of blood on his body.

The blade tip dipped towards the ground, and drops of blood slowly slid down the blade, dripping onto the ground with a soft "tap" sound.

Of the remaining nearly eight thousand people, none dared to charge forward.

They all retreated to the corner, huddled together. Their hands gripping the knives trembled, their legs trembled, their whole bodies trembled. The expressions on their faces were strikingly similar: deathly pale, terrified, and with dilated pupils.

This killing god, he killed more than four thousand people, he must be tired by now.

They stared intently at Lin Chen, trying to find a trace of fatigue, a hint of weakness, or a sign that he was "finally about to give up" on his face.

However, they were destined to be disappointed.

Lin Chen's face... wasn't red! His breathing... wasn't even labored!

He even raised his free hand and slowly dusted off non-existent dust from his sleeve.

The eight thousand people all took a step back at the same time.

Huang Jun's face was ashen.

He slumped at the back of the crowd, leaning against a pillar, his crimson robe stained with blood of unknown origin.

His mouth was agape, his eyes fixed on Lin Chen, his gaze unfocused, as if he were lost in thought.

No, he knows what he's thinking.

He was thinking: What exactly is this person?

His blood control technique, an S-class superpower, has never been defeated—but it is ineffective against this person!

His 12,000 men were wiped out in half an hour, with a third of them killed—and this man didn't even have to breathe!

He now had only one thought in mind: to run.

But he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Brother Biao huddled in the corner, his face paler than a dead man.

He didn't rush forward just now, after all, he had seen Lin Chen slap Xiao Dao away, and knew that this person was extremely dangerous.

So when everyone rushed forward, he actually took two steps back and hid behind the crowd.

He had a beautiful plan: wait until the man was tired of killing and couldn't kill anymore, then he would go up and finish him off.

Then came a scene he would never forget.

He watched helplessly as this man killed four thousand people.

Without blushing or panting.

Brother Biao suddenly realized that his idea was ridiculous.

It's ridiculous.

He leaned against the support pillar, his legs trembling uncontrollably, his crotch wet and hot—he didn't know when he had lost control of his bladder.

Yuanzai wasn't idle either.

There were at least two or three hundred corpses piled up at the exit, stacked like a small mountain.

Some tried to rush out, but it slapped them back; some tried to take a detour, but it pinned them down with a claw; some even knelt down and begged for mercy, but it ignored them and knocked them unconscious.

Right now, it's squatting on top of the pile of corpses, licking the blood off its paws with a look of disgust on its face.

As for level B1—it's been empty for a long time.

The hundred or so henchmen who stayed behind heard the deafening sounds of battle below, and after understanding the situation, they ran away without looking back.

As for the survivors who were either scammed or captured today, they all fled as well.

Lin Chen looked around.

The remaining 8,000-plus people were crammed into the corner, shoulder to shoulder, with the innermost people pressed against the wall, unable to retreat any further.

A slight smile played at the corners of his lips.

"Continue."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears.

"This is just the warm-up."

The more than eight thousand people all shivered.

Warm up...?

Killing over four thousand people is considered a warm-up?

Seeing that the group of people were still huddled in the corner, trembling, and no one dared to step forward, Lin Chen frowned.

"If you don't make a move soon, I'm going to."

Finally, someone in the crowd was driven mad by the deathly oppression.

"ah--!"

With a roar, a burly man with bloodshot eyes rushed out.

Then came the second, the third—

The crowd surged forward again.

Lin Chen's lips curled up.

"That's more like it," he said, as a glint of light appeared in his eyes. "He who kills will be killed in return. It's the end of the world, so it's normal."

Another killing spree begins.

An hour later.

There was no one left standing on the field.

Corpses covered the ground, and blood plasma soaked through the soles of shoes, making them sticky and slippery to walk on.

Standing amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Lin Chen finally managed to catch his breath.

His chest rose and fell slightly, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He raised his hand, casually wiped it with his sleeve, then, carrying the dripping Tang sword, walked step by step towards the corner.

Huang Jun slumped there, with Brother Biao beside him—no, Brother Biao's corpse.

The burly man, who was 1.9 meters tall, was now curled up in a ball, his face ashen, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and his mouth wide open, with saliva mixed with blood and foam flowing all over the ground.

I was scared to death!

He became the only one in the entire audience who was scared to death!

Lin Chen glanced down and couldn't help but chuckle.

"I thought he was a tough guy," he shook his head, "but he's just a show-off."

Yuanzai, no longer needing to guard the gate, came over and pawed at Brother Biao's head.

The corpse lay limply to one side, unresponsive. It looked up at Lin Chen, its eyes filled with disgust.

Lin Chen withdrew his gaze and fixed it on Huang Jun.

Huang Jun was now completely devoid of his earlier arrogance. His crimson robe was crumpled and stained with someone's blood. He knelt on the ground, trembling violently, his forehead repeatedly hitting the ground.

"Please...please spare me..."

His voice was shrill and trembling, like a chicken with its throat being squeezed.

"I can be your dog... I'm S-class, really! My abilities are very useful! Keep me alive, I'll do anything!"

He kowtowed even faster, thump thump thump, and soon his forehead was broken, blood mixed with dust smeared all over his face.

"I'll listen to whatever you say! I can help you manage people, help you kill, help you—"

"Alright," Lin Chen said.

Huang Jun's voice stopped abruptly, and he froze on the spot, his forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to lift his head or move.

"You're not even as good as your underlings." Lin Chen looked down at Huang Jun kneeling in a pool of blood, his tone filled with contempt. "Isn't it better to die with dignity?"

These words sealed Huang Jun's fate.

Huang Jun abruptly raised his head, his face filled with terror and resentment. He opened his mouth, as if to say something—

A flash of light.

Lin Chen didn't give him any chance.

The Tang sword sliced ​​across his neck. Huang Jun's eyes widened in shock, his lips still moving, but he could no longer utter a sound.

He fell forward, landing next to Brother Biao's corpse, his crimson robe slowly soaking through in the blood.

Lin Chen sheathed his sword and turned to walk towards the iron cages on the B1 level.

The zombies were still howling inside, and the smell of fresh blood made them even more frenzied.

They already faintly exuded the aura of the third tier, and broken limbs were scattered throughout the cage...

Lin Chen opened the cages and cleaned them one by one.

-

Next are the supplies.

Lin Chen toured Huang Jun's "treasure trove," storing all the supplies into his spatial storage, and also acquiring over 100,000 first-tier crystal cores.

It was already dark when I walked out of the underground parking garage.

The matter in Dongguan is settled.

He patted Yuanzai's head beside him and climbed onto the bear's back.

"Let's go home."

The man and the bear disappeared into the vast snowstorm.