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

Some are like balls covered with thorns. The thorns are shining coldly and are as hard as steel needles, seeming to be able to pierce everything easily.

Others look like a twisted tree, with strange lines all over the trunk, like roaring ghost faces, and its branches are like thick pythons, stretching out wantonly.

The thin man looked at these mutated plants, raised his eyebrows, and a hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.

The look was like looking at a group of rabble.

"You ugly bastards, wait and see how I deal with you!"

As he spoke, he used his wood-related abilities, and in an instant, he established a mysterious connection with the natural forces around him.

As a wood-type mutant, he has a natural affinity and control over plants. Even if these plants have mutated, in his eyes, there are still "opportunities to be taken advantage of."

His figure instantly merged with the surrounding environment. His speed was as fast as a gust of wind passing through the forest. He moved as fast as lightning within the protective shield, leaving only a trail of afterimages.

Those afterimages flickered in the air like illusory ghosts, like a dream, making the attack direction of the mutant plants chaotic.

What’s even more amazing is that while moving, the thin guy can cleverly use his special abilities to interfere with the perception of the mutant plants.

The wood-type supernatural power fluctuations he released were like a special signal, causing some mutated plants to have the illusion that the thin man was one of their kind, or some more powerful existence that they needed to obey.

The mutated plants were confused by these afterimages and superpowers. They waved their vines and thorns frantically, whipping and stabbing at the afterimages, but always missed.

The crazy attack looked a little funny, they were entangled and collided with each other, becoming a mess.

The thin man moved quickly and shouted to Ajian:

"Ajian, get ready. I'll attract them, and you find a chance to freeze them!"

There was excitement in his eyes, as if this battle was his favorite game and every clever dodge made his blood boil.

A confident smile spread across his face as he thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of dancing with danger.

Because he knew very well that his advantages as a wood-type mutant were gradually showing up in this battle.

At the same time, Ajian stood still calmly.

His face was calm and his eyes were focused like a deep pool. His ice ability was activated instantly.

I saw countless ice spikes appearing in front of him.

Those ice edges shone with cold light under the refraction of weak light, like ice crystals falling from the sky, dazzling and dangerous.

He saw the right moment, thrust his hands forward, and shouted, "Go!"

The ice spikes penetrated the gaps in the protective shield like a dense rain of arrows and shot towards the mutant plants.

Wherever the ice spikes went, frost spread rapidly, like white devil's claws, freezing the roots and vines of the mutated plants firmly.

Those mutated plants that were originally extremely ferocious and aggressive suddenly became slow in movement, as if they were frozen in time.

Their movements became stiff, and their twisting and attacks became slow and weak, like puppets with their souls taken away.

Their leaves were covered with frost and had lost their vitality.

Some of the mutated plants tried to struggle, making creaking sounds, as if they were groaning in pain.

Seeing this, the thin man stopped, a hint of pride flashed in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a confident smile.

The weapon in his hand glowed brilliantly, illuminating the surroundings in red.

He took a deep breath and threw the weapon with force. The weapon flew like a meteor and accurately chopped the trunk of a mutant plant.

This chop, seemingly simple, actually contained the skinny man's exquisite use of the wood-related supernatural power.

His strength was transferred to the mutant plant through the weapon, just like a key opening a door. He could feel the energy flow inside the mutant plant and cleverly used this to find the weak link in its trunk.

With a loud "click".

The trunk of the mutant plant broke.

Green juice gushed out like a fountain, and the huge body fell down with a loud bang as if its supporting skeleton was taken away.

The moment it fell to the ground, the air around it was suddenly squeezed, forming a circle of shock waves visible to the naked eye that spread out in all directions.

The mutant plant, which was originally full of vitality, was now like a destroyed ancient relic, slowly disintegrating in a noisy sound, with broken branches and leaves flying everywhere and scattered on the ground, emitting a pungent smell.

The other mutated plants sensed the miserable plight of their companions, and the originally calm energy fluctuations became chaotic and violent. They seemed to be ignited with anger, and struggled even more frantically, trying to attack Skinny and Ajian again.

Their vines were like mad whips, lashing the ground wildly, raising clouds of dust and splashing sand and gravel wherever they went.

The thorns on the vines flashed with strange light, and the light moved like electric current, as if accumulating strength for a more ferocious counterattack.

However, the thin man was not afraid at all. He used his special power again, and in an instant, the air around him seemed to be injected with the vitality of life and became full of vitality.

He was like a conductor, standing in the center of his own stage, confident and calm, ready to play a symphony of controlling mutant plants.

Every fluctuation of supernatural power is a note under his baton, which will play the melody of victory.

His eyes revealed the domineering look of being in control of everything, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he had already seen the miserable appearance of these mutated plants under his control.

At this moment, looking at the entire battlefield, it was a thrilling and tragic picture.

The air was filled with smoke, and the sounds of shouting, roaring, and the collision of supernatural powers were intertwined and deafening.

There was fighting in all directions, as if the end of the world was happening again.

The protective shield left by Li Luo was like a precarious island, enduring fierce attacks from all directions.

This protective shield is a powerful defensive barrier that has withstood countless crises.

However, at this moment, under the crazy siege of numerous mutated animals and plants, it gradually showed signs of fatigue.

These mutated animals and plants are not like zombies that just attack blindly.

They are extremely cunning and possess terrifying intelligence.

Under this violent attack, cracks began to appear on the protective shield.

At first, there were only some hair-thin cracks, but as the attack continued, these cracks spread rapidly like a spider web.

Every crack was like the bloody mouth of the god of death, indicating that danger was approaching everyone in the protective shield step by step.

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