Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

Although her hair was a little messy, her unique charm was not diminished at all, but became even more bewitching.

The skirt she was wearing was already tattered, and its tattered appearance seemed as if time had painted it with the cruelest brushstrokes.

The original color of the skirt had long been eroded, and it was hard to tell whether it was stained by blood or eroded by wind and frost.

It just hangs on that nearly perfect body, as if silently crying out about the prosperity of the past and the vicissitudes of the present.

The hem of her skirt fluttered slightly, like an old man trembling in the wind, telling stories that were deeply buried by the long years.

Every swing is like turning a page of an ancient file, filled with a mysterious and dangerous atmosphere.

The woman was barefoot, and her feet were as white as jade. They seemed so out of place in this apocalyptic forest full of dirt and blood.

Like a white lotus blooming in a rotten swamp, it exudes a pure, almost sacred aura, forming a sharp contrast with the gloomy and terrifying atmosphere around it.

It is an extreme contradiction, yet it is strangely integrated together, which makes people feel awe and can't help but want to explore.

Looking closely, the mysterious woman's face was absolutely beautiful.

The outlines are so clear that they seem to have been carefully carved by the most outstanding artist.

The high bridge of her nose stood out like a mountain, with lines that were firm yet elegant, as if supporting the majesty of her entire face.

The slightly upturned corners of the mouth have a faint arc, which is not a smile, but a mysterious charm, as if hiding endless secrets.

The curved eyebrows are like a crescent moon, perfectly embedded above the eyes.

Every facial feature is so exquisite that one can't help but hold their breath and admire it.

However, the face was expressionless, like a cold sculpture.

The breath it exuded was so cold that it seemed to be able to condense the surrounding air into ice.

The chill made anyone who got close to it feel like they were falling into an ice cellar, and they were terrified.

If it weren't for her lifeless, slightly gray skin and lifeless eyes that revealed her "true identity".

Anyone who sees her would probably mistakenly think that this is a peerless beauty who accidentally strayed into this place, isolated and alone in the darkness of the end of the world, beautiful as a dream.

At this moment, Li Luo was hiding in the dark with bated breath. The moment his eyes touched this "woman", a strange feeling surged in his heart.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, sharp as lightning, and almost subconsciously, she denied the idea that "she" was a human being in her mind.

This is definitely not the breath a human being should have!

It was a kind of decay and death that came from the depths of darkness.

"It seems that this is the mastermind who has been hiding behind the scenes and making trouble!"

Li Luo continued to observe while pondering secretly in his mind.

Judging from the invisible yet heavy pressure emanating from its body, Li Luo was absolutely certain that this was definitely a corpse king!

The zombie world has a strict hierarchy system. The higher the level, the stronger the strength, which is far beyond the reach of low-level zombies.

Low-level zombies are nothing more than the walking dead who only know how to blindly pursue flesh and blood, but high-level zombies are different.

Not only do they look very similar to humans, but their IQ also increases as their levels rise.

When you reach a certain level, you will even develop thoughts.

They understand strategies, know how to take advantage of their surroundings, and know how to better hunt humans.

It's like a demon that evolved in the darkness, possessing human wisdom but retaining its primitive desires for humans.

It feeds on humans and regards them as prey.

This is a deadly threat to humans, and every high-level zombie is a nightmare.

Judging from the powerful sense of oppression given by the corpse king in front of him, its ability level is definitely above level 8.

It is even very likely that he will soon break through to the terrifying realm of Level 9.

Level 9 zombies are almost the incarnation of the god of death in this apocalyptic continent.

Their power can easily destroy a small base, and their wisdom is enough to plan a massacre that humans cannot defend against.

Li Luo was well aware of the pros and cons of this. Her eyes became more and more serious, her hands secretly gathering strength, her muscles tensed, like a cheetah ready to pounce.

Every bit of strength was under her control, flowing slowly along her meridians, ready to explode at any time.

The Corpse King seemed to have sensed Li Luo's presence as well. His empty eyes slowly raised and looked in Li Luo's direction.

There was no emotion in his eyes, but they seemed to be able to see through Li Luo's soul.

Li Luo frowned slightly, and a ripple of emotion arose in his heart.

Her gaze lingered on the Corpse King's peerless face for a brief moment, with a hint of instinctive admiration in her eyes.

It is undeniable that the face in front of me is breathtakingly beautiful, a kind of beauty that transcends the scope of earthly understanding.

Even before the end of the world, in the sea of ​​people in the human world that was as brilliant as a galaxy, people with such a beautiful face were as rare as morning stars.

However, for Li Luo, this moment of amazement was as short as a shooting star across the night sky.

She quickly regained her usual composure, and the fire of determination rekindled in her deep eyes.

Li Luo really likes pretty girls.

Everyone has a love for beauty.

However, this seemingly delicate "beauty" in front of him is actually a bloodthirsty monster.

Li Luo still had a clear mind.

It is impossible to let the corpse king go just because it is so beautiful.

If we let it escape, it would be like opening Pandora's box with our own hands and releasing endless disasters. The consequences will be like a surging tide, one wave after another, without end.

Li Luo would not be fooled by this false appearance.

Although she has an appreciation for beautiful things, when faced with this beautiful yet deadly monster, she has only the determination to eradicate it.

At the same time, the Corpse King seemed to sense Li Luo's murderous intent, and a strange distortion appeared on his expressionless face, as if he was mocking Li Luo's arrogance.

It moved its body slightly, and an even more powerful pressure emanated from it, like an invisible storm, sweeping around.

The surrounding trees trembled under this pressure, and the leaves fell one after another, as if mourning in advance for the coming killing.

Li Luo felt the increasing pressure, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyes flashing with a fiery and excited light.

Since the end of the world, most of the opponents she encountered were crushed by her powerful strength, like ants, and were killed instantly.

To her, those battles were like hunts without any suspense.

She always ended the battle quickly with absolute advantage and rarely felt any real challenge.

However, the corpse king in front of him was different.