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

They looked around vigilantly as if they were facing an abyss, their eyes as sharp as eagles, seemingly able to see through the thick smoke and blood, not missing any sign of danger.

There was a mixture of tension and determination in his eyes, which was an instinct forged from countless brutal battles.

At the outermost edge of the encirclement were a group of people with special abilities, led by Zhao Gang and Wu Qingcang.

Their special powers had been exhausted in the previous battle.

Now, their bodies are like a dried-up desert, and no trace of any supernatural power can be found anymore. They can only rely on the weapons in their hands to continue struggling to survive in this cruel battlefield and fight a desperate battle with the enemy.

Zhao Gang held the machete tightly with both hands like iron pliers. The prolonged use of force made the handle hot, as if telling of the cruelty and length of the battle.

The veins on his arms bulged like angry pythons, highlighting a primitive and brutal strength, while also exposing his extreme physical and mental exhaustion at the moment.

The slight tremor that spread from his arms to his entire body was like an earthquake wave, indicating that he was on the verge of physical collapse.

The long and intense battle was like a raging tsunami that completely washed away all his physical strength. Now, he was like a candle swaying in the wind, and the weak flame could be swallowed by the darkness at any time.

Not far from him, Wu Qingcang was squatting on the ground covered in blood and mud, holding a sharp knife in his hand.

The sweat on his forehead rolled down like dense raindrops, and every drop was filled with the hardships and pain of the battle.

Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and hit the ground, splashing dust mixed with blood.

His breathing was heavy and rapid, and every breath was like a worn-out bellows pumping with difficulty. The soreness in his muscles was like countless steel needles piercing deep into his bone marrow. Every movement was like torture and was extremely difficult.

Aya bit her lips tightly, leaving deep teeth marks and blood oozing out.

She tried hard to calm herself. The long and fierce battle made her so weak as if she had lost her soul. Her steps were unsteady and every step felt like she was walking on cotton.

However, her eyes were like a burning torch, firm and resolute. It was a tenacity that penetrated deep into her soul, a persistent belief in survival and protection.

Xiaofei and Batian rely on each other.

No, to be precise, it should be said that Batian was guarding Xiaofei in an aggressive posture.

Batian was covered in wounds at this time, and its originally smooth black fur was stained with blood and dirt.

There were bloody wounds crisscrossing each other, some of which were so deep that the bones could be seen. Blood was still oozing out, and drops of blood fell to the ground, making a heartbreaking sound.

There was a fierce fire burning in its deep eyes. It stared at the enemy in front of it and let out a low and intimidating roar from its throat.

Behind it, the dagger in Xiao Fei's hand flashed coldly in the dim light, but his slightly trembling hand made the dagger lose some of its sharpness. The trembling was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, showing his inner tension and anxiety.

Fatty tightly gripped the somewhat unstable mace and gasped heavily. His heavy breathing sounded like a death knell in the depressing atmosphere and was heartbreaking.

The thin man's double blades were stained with blood but still cold, and the arrowhead of Ajian shone with a cold light like the gaze of the god of death.

They all understood that what followed would be a life-and-death battle with death, a cruel struggle in blood and fire.

The long battle exhausted their physical strength, their weapons trembled from tension and fatigue, and their muscles were on the verge of collapse like broken strings.

However, their will is as strong as steel.

It was forged through countless struggles on the brink of life and death and countless baptisms of cruel tests.

At the same time, around the encirclement, mutated animals and plants gathered like ghosts from all directions.

Their movements seemed unhurried, but they carried a creepy rhythm as they slowly approached the crowd step by step.

Every step he took seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

The heavy footsteps brought with them a suffocating sense of oppression, like invisible mountains, weighing heavily on everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

In everyone's sight, the only enemies surrounding them were dozens of mutant hyenas and dozens of mutant gray wolves.

Although their number is not large, the momentum they exude is like a surging and endless tsunami wave, rushing in with overwhelming force.

The momentum was not diminished in the slightest due to the number.

The invisible pressure hit people's already tense psychological defenses like a physical object, as if it was going to crush the remaining courage in their hearts.

The mutant hyena has a sturdy body, with muscles surging beneath its fur, as if it has infinite power.

The undulation of muscles is like the rolling of underground magma, demonstrating powerful explosive power.

Their teeth are extremely sharp, flashing a cold light in the darkness, like deadly blades.

Every bite carries the deadly threat of the Grim Reaper's scythe, which can easily cut off the thread of life.

At this moment, their eyes are full of madness, and they are full of desire for the humans in front of them - the food that is "within reach". It is the instinct of survival.

But they have not lost their reason. The caution in their eyes is clearly visible, and they know that they cannot fail because of impulse.

The mutant gray wolf's eyes flashed with a strange green light, which was like the dark fire in the abyss, mysterious and terrifying, like a guide to the gate of hell, which was terrifying.

The blood on their fur dried and formed scabs, and the dark red scabs were like death armor.

The originally smooth hair became messy and hard, each strand like a steel needle, making them look like demons crawling out of hell, exuding the breath of death.

Their eyes were both fanatical and calm, and they had a tacit understanding with the mutant hyenas. They surrounded them in an orderly manner from all directions, forming a circle of death.

These mutated animals, with the shadow of death in their eyes, slowly walked across the ground littered with the corpses of their own kind.

Every step he took stepped heavily on those cold and stiff bodies, splashing dark red blood.

The blood splattered in the darkness, like a rain of curses sprinkled by the devil, adding a bit of horror to the bloody battlefield.

As they walked, the pungent smell of blood became stronger and stronger. It seemed as if the smell had substance, turning into a sticky mist that tightly entangled in the air, lingering and nauseating.

The blood gathered into dark red pools, just like wounds cruelly torn open by the devil. The fishy smell emanating from the blood pools permeated every inch of the air, like the devil's tentacles, corroding people's senses.

They pressed forward step by step, with an overwhelming momentum that seemed to ruthlessly crush everything before them under their claws.

Although the people in the Hope Base had exhausted their superpowers and physical strength, there was no sign of retreat in their eyes. Instead, they were determined to face death head-on.

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