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

In an instant, more, thicker and cold ice spikes appeared in front of him.

These icy spikes are like a forest of ice crystal spears, each emitting a biting chill that can freeze the soul, like the spear of judgment wielded by the God of Ice and Snow.

The ice crystals are crystal clear, as if made of the purest crystal, but they are hidden with deadly dangers.

Their cold light flickered in the darkness, like countless pairs of cold and murderous eyes spying on the enemy.

Ajian suddenly pushed his hands forward, and his arm muscles bulged as if they were hard stones.

The next moment, the ice spikes shot towards the newly appeared mutant plants with a whistling sound like cannonballs.

Wherever it passed, the air was like fragile glass, freezing and cracking in an instant. The "cracking" sound was endless, like the collapse of a glacier, echoing across the battlefield, making people feel terrified.

Seeing Ajian attacking, the thin guy was not willing to be outdone, and immediately displayed his stronger wood-based ability.

He raised his hands and waved them quickly. In an instant, the wood-type power surged through his body like a surging tide. The power seemed to have a magical appeal, and the calm air around him was summoned and began to surge slowly.

As the rhythm of his waving hands quickened, the airflow became more turbulent, forming small but vibrant vortices in an instant.

Driven by this force, the air vibrated violently, causing a gust of wind.

The wind was not biting, but rather warm, as if countless green branches and leaves were passing through it, like a giant wooden beast made of vines and branches, rushing towards the surroundings with great momentum.

At this moment, the thin man's eyes became more focused, and his gaze was as hot as substance.

Suddenly, his eyes shone brightly, and then he continuously injected powerful supernatural energy into the body of the mutant snake grass that he had just subdued not long ago.

In an instant, the mutated snake grass seemed to have its soul awakened and began to undergo amazing changes.

Its originally sluggish body swelled rapidly, its thick vines became increasingly tough and powerful, and the scales on them sparkled with a strange metallic light.

The top of the mutated Houttuynia cordata was raised high, and the stamens at the top of the stem suddenly expanded. The original soft stamens disappeared, replaced by extremely sharp thorns.

With the blessing of the thin man's special ability, these wooden thorns seemed to be injected with powerful force, becoming stronger and sharper, and rushing towards the enemy with an unstoppable momentum.

Under the control of Thin Man, the mutated snake grass and Ajian's ice spikes launched a fierce attack on the enemy.

The scene was like a majestic symphony woven together with the most primitive and violent forces of nature.

Ajian swung his arms forward, and countless ice spikes whizzed out like cannonballs loaded with destructive power with overwhelming force.

These crystal clear ice spikes, as if carved from thousand-year-old polar ice, exude a chilling aura and bring up strings of white icy mist as they pass through the air.

The thin man was concentrating on guiding the mutated snake grass. The wooden thorns on it were like sharp arrows given life. They rushed towards the enemy with unstoppable force, and the violent friction with the air made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, playing the melody of attack.

Each wooden thorn sparkled with a wooden luster, embodying the thin man's determination to protect, as if to pierce the enemy in one fell swoop.

Looking at the enemy again, it was a group of mutated plants shaped like giant octopuses, their tentacles thick and covered with spikes, like countless steel whips dancing wildly.

These tentacles waved with great force, and each wave could easily leave deep grooves on the ground.

Their bodies are covered with a hard keratin shell that flashes a strange dark light, like an indestructible armor.

However, facing the joint attack of Ajian and Skinny, these mutated plants were unable to resist.

Ice spikes and wooden thorns hit their bodies one after another. Some ice spikes directly penetrated their tentacles, freezing them into ice sculptures, and then shattered into countless ice chips under the impact.

Some of the thorns penetrated deeply into their shells, and the powerful force caused cracks to appear on the shells.

As the attack continued, the bodies of these mutated plants began to tremble violently.

Their huge bodies swayed under the impact of ice spikes and wooden thorns.

The originally stable foundations began to loosen, and broken branches and debris flew everywhere, raising clouds of dust.

These three different sounds—the cracking of ice edges, the breaking of wood thorns and the shattering of mutant plant bodies—intertwined together to create a thrilling and magnificent picture.

.........

Meanwhile, outside the shield.

In the other sky, Li Luo was engaged in a thrilling air battle.

Her opponents are an army of mutant flying beasts consisting of mutant bats, eagles, crows, magpies and other common birds.

Each of these mutated flying beasts is like a demon flying out from the depths of a nightmare.

When their huge wings are spread out, they cover the sky and block out the sun. In the dim light, their wings appear colorful.

The colors are dreamy, like the most gorgeous painting of nature, breathtakingly beautiful, but also like a rose with thorns, deadly and dangerous.

Their claws are extremely sharp, like shining steel knives, reflecting the breath of death in the darkness.

They spread their huge wings that looked like the sky and swooped down towards Li Luo fiercely. Their eyes were full of ferocity and brutality, and their gazes seemed to be able to ignite the air.

They let out sharp cries, which were like a sharp blade cutting through the sky, echoing between heaven and earth, making people chilled, as if the horn of death was sounding.

Li Luo danced in the air like a freely flying elf, her figure so light and graceful that she seemed to be out of this world.

She has mastered the control of wind-related abilities to perfection. Under her delicate manipulation, every wisp of air is like a docile spirit, lingering gently around her and aiding her flight.

She flipped and dodged nimbly in the air; each movement was like a dancing fairy, graceful and ethereal like a dream, yet with a rhythm that concealed murderous intent.

It was a posture that perfectly combined grace and lethality, like a beautiful flower blooming on the brink of death.

The golden blade in her hand shone brightly in the darkness. The light was as bright as the light of hope that penetrated the haze, and it seemed like the light of judgment from God.

Every time the golden blade was swung, it would cause the surrounding airflow to roar, the whistling sound was like thunder, and the golden blade would turn into an extremely sharp golden lightning.

With her extraordinary control over the airflow, the lightning accurately cut off the ferocious wings of the flying beast with amazing precision.

The black blood splattered in the golden light, like a sad and tragic picture.

In an instant, the golden light and the black blood of the mutated flying beasts intertwined in the sky, forming a tragic and shocking picture.

Every attack was accompanied by the flying beast’s shrill screams and splattering blood.