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

Those eyes were like two beams of blazing light, shooting straight at Li Luo, containing concern and curiosity for Li Luo, as if they wanted to see through her.

Li Luo saw what the two meant, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a gentle smile, "Don't look at me like that, just ask if you have anything to say."

Zhao Gang scratched his head and smiled innocently:

"Comrade Xiao Li, we are all very worried about you. We want to know what you have been through during this time apart."

Wu Qingcang also looked at Li Luo and nodded vigorously, his eyes full of concern. His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Li Luo sat up straight, his expression becoming relaxed and comfortable, as if he was telling a lighthearted and amusing story:

"I encountered a fused corpse king composed of dozens of level 5 corpse kings, and then I encountered a level 8 corpse king that was about to be promoted. I even fought with it. The process was quite interesting."

Her tone was as calm as a still pool of water, without the slightest bit of nervousness or fear, as if she was just talking about what she had eaten today.

Li Luo's casual words made Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang feel like they were struck by lightning. They gasped, their eyes widened instantly, and their faces were full of shock.

Their attention was focused on the "Level 8 Corpse King".

Although they had never heard of such a high-level corpse king before, they were well aware of how terrifying a level 8 corpse king was in this doomsday.

It is an almost invincible existence and the source of the most terrifying nightmare in this doomsday.

Every piece of news related to the Corpse King is like a declaration from the god of death, carrying with it the shadow of death and destruction, making people shudder at the mere mention of it.

Not to mention the level 8 corpse king!

At this moment, Wu Qingcang's eyes were as big as copper bells, his face was full of disbelief, and his voice was slightly distorted due to shock:

"Level 8 Corpse King? How...how did you do that? Sister Li Luo, do you know how dangerous that thing is?"

His body was trembling slightly, his eyes were full of fear and worry, and even beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As a level 8 psychic, he knew too well the huge gap between a level 8 psychic and a level 8 mutant corpse king.

The power of the corpse king seems to be able to split mountains and rocks. Their speed is as fast as lightning, and their defense is indestructible. They are like messengers of death crawling out of the abyss of hell and are one of the well-deserved rulers of this doomsday.

What's more, the corpse king that Li Luo mentioned was close to level 9...

It was simply an insurmountable peak of death, weighing heavily on their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.

At the same time, Zhao Gang looked at Li Luo in shock, his lips trembling slightly. He wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible big hand was strangling his throat, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

All kinds of horrific images emerged uncontrollably in his mind, and those images were played clearly in front of him like high-definition movies.

He seemed to see Li Luo standing alone in front of the Corpse King. The Corpse King's huge shadow blocked out the sky and the air was filled with the smell of blood and death.

Every attack of the Corpse King caused the earth to tremble violently, as if doomsday had come. Li Luo seemed so small in front of it, yet he resisted stubbornly.

The scene made his heart instantly rise to his throat, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next second.

Li Luo looked at the two people who were "making a fuss" and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a relaxed and comfortable smile.

That smile also hid the emotion of the two people's concern for her.

Because he didn't want to make the two of them worry too much, when talking about the battle with the Corpse King, Li Luo only mentioned it in a few words in a flat tone.

After that, Li Luo did not wait for the two to say anything and continued:

"I guess the zombie tidal wave that attacked Hope Base earlier, as well as the several waves of zombie tidal waves of varying sizes we encountered along the way, were all caused by this zombie king. Now that it has been eliminated, our journey will surely be much smoother."

However, after listening to Li Luo's story, Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang seemed to be under a spell and were unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

The tent was eerily quiet. The only sound they could hear was each other's heavy, rapid breathing, which seemed particularly out of place in the silence.

Although Li Luo said it simply and easily, Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang couldn't help but imagine the thrilling battle scene in their minds.

Those images kept emerging like a surging tide.

Every detail of Li Luo facing the Corpse King alone was extremely clear to them, causing their heartbeats to accelerate involuntarily, as if they were also in the fierce battle.

They were truly shocked to the depths of their souls by Li Luo's courage and strength.

It is an instinctive awe for the strong, just like mortals looking up to gods.

At the same time, they couldn't help but worry about Li Luo, and their palms were full of sweat.

The clothes on their backs had already been soaked with cold sweat and stuck tightly to their backs, but the chill could not dispel the tension in their hearts.

They knew very well that the danger of this battle was far beyond their imagination. Those were not ordinary zombies, but zombie kings!

If Li Luo made the slightest mistake in the battle, he would probably die and disappear from this world.

This thought was like an ice-cold dagger, piercing their hearts.

The atmosphere in the tent became increasingly heavy, as if a huge rock weighing a ton of stone was pressing down on the two men's hearts, making it hard for them to breathe.

After a long while, Zhao Gang suddenly came to his senses as if awakened from a nightmare and broke the suffocating silence.

He cleared his throat forcefully, but his voice was a little hoarse due to nervousness and excitement. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty, as if it was accompanied by the trembling deep in his heart:

"Comrade Xiao Li, you...you are so amazing."

He slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with complex emotions, including sincere admiration for Li Luo, amazement at her amazing feat, and a hint of fear that had not yet dissipated, lingering in his eyes like a ghost.

"We don't know what to say. You really took a risk this time. That's the Corpse King, and you're going alone..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually became lower, as if he no longer dared to imagine the danger that Li Luo was facing at that time.

The scene was so terrifying that just thinking about it made his soul tremble.

Wu Qingcang was also nodding his head vigorously, his eyes flashing with undisguised admiration.

He looked at Li Luo, his lips trembling slightly as he said:

"Yes, sister Li Luo, we all know that you are strong, but this is too scary."