Stock up on supplies! Raise zombies! The end of the world is over!

The man stood alone, with an elegant face.

If mutant monsters like Xiaowu had perception, they would immediately notice the strange pressure around them like ocean waves.

Unfortunately, they didn't.

"Bang...bang...bang"

There were several loud noises in succession; that was the sound of the monster's tentacles hitting the transparent barrier.

A screen appeared in the air at some point, and it was extremely hard.

The tentacles hit it, but not only did they fail to break it, but on the contrary, they were shattered into pieces by the force of the barrier rebounding from it.

The indestructible tentacles shattered.

The humanoid monster choked twice, extremely angry.

The tentacles swarmed again.

No one noticed that the man opened his eyes at some point.

There was no warmth in Rong Qingyue's eyes. All the monsters were within his territory and were marked one by one.

These monsters were also present during the attack on the southern base, but their tentacles had not yet mutated at that time.

It was they who took the lives of the backbone members of the base.

Many of those backbone members were just ordinary people without special powers, but they bravely put on armor and went into battle for the safety of the base.

Thinking of the kind Secretary Li Ping, Rong Qingyue's eyes were filled with bloodshot.

"You all must die."

As his whispers fell, the monsters marked in the area exploded one after another.

Scattered body parts were scattered all over the ground, and layer upon layer of black blood mist made the ground sticky and smelly.

The mutant monsters with an average strength of level eight were killed instantly!

The field faded away, and the man stood there, his brows were cold and cruel, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red, just like a mad and fallen immortal with bloodshot eyes.

Noticing the movement, Xiao Feng took a look during the fight with Ji Xun.

Just this one glance made his eyes burst with anger.

"Xiao Wu!!"

Xiao Feng was extremely angry when his brother, with whom he had been through thick and thin together, was killed, but he could not help but feel fear in his heart.

He was well aware of Xiaowu's current strength. Under the catalysis of the strengthening reagent, he had already reached the terrifying level of the middle eighth stage.

However, in Rong Qingyue's hands, he had no power to fight back at all.

"how is this possible?"

Xiao Feng was horrified.

When did Rong Qingyue from the Southern Base become so powerful?

"You still dare to be distracted?"

A clear male voice sounded, Xiao Feng felt a pain in his chest and flew backwards several meters.

Seeing Xiao Feng being injured, other psychics showed deep fear in their eyes.

After Xiao Feng coughed up a mouthful of blood on the ground, he came to his senses, took out the strengthening reagent from his pocket and took a big sip.

This concerns his own life, he cannot take it lightly.

"Notify all the superpowers around to assemble."

One of the men who had insulted Ji Xun seemed disdainful.

"Captain Xiao, it's because you didn't work hard to improve your abilities that you can't even beat a useless person in a wheelchair."

"You're still calling for support? I can't afford to lose face like this."

The other psychics had different expressions. They admitted that Rong Qingyue and Ji Xun had some strength.

But, in their opinion, two thousand psychics are enough.

What if we also wake up all the people with special abilities living nearby?

That's really embarrassing!

No one said a word.

After all, Xiao Feng has little experience and cannot order these people around.

There is a high possibility that I will die here.

With nowhere else to go, he had no choice but to take a gamble.

"The city lord said that whoever can kill Ji Xun or Rong Qingyue will be given the position of city defense, and will also have thousands of kilograms of food and supplies to choose from."

The city defense commander was a position that the psychics fought tooth and nail for.

Not to mention the thousands of pounds of supplies that you can choose from!

The psychics' eyes turned red with murderous intent, and they wished they could tear Ji Xun, who was sitting in a wheelchair, into pieces.

Rong Qingyue walked over calmly.

Under his powerful pressure, the psychic made way for him and stared at the two of them eagerly.

"City Lord Ji, can you hold on?"

Ji Xun had a calm smile on his face and said in a nonchalant tone, "Of course."