The end of the world: Become a god through ordinary attacks, starting with beating up a green tea gi

At the same time, Bai Ming was making intensive deployments in the city.

What had just happened in the copy made him realize the seriousness of the situation.

"Xing'er, go inform Huo Shan and ask him to send more people to guard the city strictly!" Bai Ming ordered.

"Yes, Master!" Zhao Ruxing stood at attention and saluted, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait." Bai Ming stopped him, "You have to be more careful too. The strength of the alien beast is far beyond our imagination, so don't try to be brave."

Zhao Ruxing nodded heavily: "Don't worry, Master, I know what I am doing. Besides, I have Xiaoli by my side to help me."

Bai Ming glanced at Mengli. The little girl was standing beside Zhao Ruxing with a smile on her face, looking well-behaved.

"Well, you two have to take care of each other." Bai Ming reminded.

After seeing off Zhao Ruxing and Mengli, Bai Ming found Liu Wenli again.

"Wen Li, I plan to go to another dungeon. This time, my goal is the fourth-level dungeon [Styx Ferry]."

Liu Wenli was slightly stunned: "Level 4? Tan Lang, isn't this too risky? We can't even reach the level 3 dungeon..."

"No, you have to go." Bai Ming interrupted him, "Only higher-level copies can reveal the truth about the evolution of the alien beasts."

"I'm worried about you being alone..." Liu Wenli wanted to say something but was stopped by Bai Ming.

"Don't worry, with my strength, why should I care about these things? As the leader of the [Ark of Doom], you should focus on protecting the survivors. They need you, the [Saint], the most right now."

Liu Wenli was silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

Ever since he practiced the Holy Sound and gained enlightenment, and his talent changed from [Demon] to [Holy], he has been doing his best to protect the weak. Every time he saves a life, he becomes stronger.

This is exactly what Bai Ming needs him to do.

"By the way, ask Gu Mou to keep a close eye on the movements in the city. Any disturbance must be reported immediately." Bai Ming reminded again.

Liu Wenli responded and then said goodbye.

Bai Ming looked at his departing back, a complex look flashing in his eyes.

He knew that strange beasts were wreaking havoc and people were in panic, and he knew how much responsibility and pressure Liu Wenli was under at the moment.

But he believed that with Liu Wenli's ability and wisdom, he would be able to lead the [Ark of the Doomsday] to overcome this difficulty.

...

After finishing his work in the city, Bai Ming went to the Level 4 dungeon [Styx Ferry] alone.

Along the way, he tried his best to hide his breath and carefully observed the movements around him.

Large numbers of strange beasts were roaming in the wilderness; their numbers and density were unprecedented.

"It seems that the attraction of the copy is becoming more and more stronger for them." Bai Ming thought to himself.

He carefully bypassed the group of strange beasts and soon arrived at the entrance of the [Styx Ferry] copy and entered it.

A dilapidated wooden boat was quietly docked at the shore, with a dim oil lamp tied to the bow, emitting a faint light.

By the side of the boat, a mysterious figure in a cloak was lowering his head, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Ferryman? The gatekeeper of the fourth-level copy?" Bai Ming narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, the figure suddenly raised his head and looked towards Bai Ming.

A pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, as if to see through his soul.

"King, do you know how dangerous this journey is?"

A low and cold voice sounded in my ears, making me feel creepy.

Bai Ming remained calm and stepped onto the wooden boat.

"I have my own sense of proportion."

"Ha...get on board." The ferryman sneered.

Bai Ming glanced at the ferryman. Everything here had not changed until now. He was still following the copy.

But aren't there any strange beasts coming in here? Shouldn't a level 4 copy be more attractive to them?

"Why don't you have any exotic beasts here?" Bai Ming asked directly what was in his mind.

"Arrogant! Do you think a few beasts can defeat me? Look carefully, all the people on this ship are my [Devil Slaves]!"

He said, waving his hand.

Inside the cabin, countless pairs of green eyes suddenly lit up, as terrifying as will-o'-the-wisp.

"Human! If you dare to step on my ferry, you will pay the price! This time I want your life! Die!"

the ferryman shouted sharply.

Before he could finish his words, dozens of humanoid monsters rushed out of the cabin with sharp fangs and claws, and pounced on Bai Ming.

Bai Ming sneered, his figure turned into a shadow, and fought with the monsters.

Lightning flashed, roars shook the sky, and the wooden boat was shaking and almost capsized.

But after a while, Bai Ming had killed all the slaves.

"Haha, I'm not here to play with you."

Bai Ming slapped the ferryman.

"Come on, take me to your lair! It's not comfortable to ride on a boat."

The ferryman felt the sense of crisis brought by the slap, his face changed, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"Please spare my life, sir! I will take you there right away!"

He quickly stood up and led Bai Ming towards the depths of the cabin.

The wooden boat moved slowly forward in the dark river. Black fog filled the banks and strange roars were heard from time to time.

Bai Ming's eyes were as sharp as lightning as he looked around vigilantly.

"Is your territory just ahead?" he asked casually.

"Your Excellency, after another turn is the entrance to the city of evil spirits." The ferryman replied respectfully.

Sure enough, not long after, a towering city appeared in sight.

Countless skeletons were entangled on the city wall, emitting a spooky aura.

The city gates were wide open, and hideous monsters were coming in and out, creating a horrifying scene.

"Before I arrived, this place was full of low-level evil spirits who were easily enslaved by me." The ferryman explained carefully.

"But recently, for some reason, the strength of some evil spirits has increased by leaps and bounds, and I can no longer suppress them."

Bai Ming's heart trembled and his expression became more solemn.

"It seems that the evolution of alien beasts and copy monsters has begun to get out of control here."

He muttered to himself, then strode off the boat and headed straight for the city gate.

"My Lord, be careful! The monster inside has gone crazy and won't listen to my orders at all! This is why I have been on the boat and not on shore!"

The ferryman shouted anxiously from behind, fearing that Bai Ming would suffer a loss. It seemed that the slap really scared him.

However, Bai Ming turned a deaf ear to him, and his figure was as fast as the wind, disappearing into the city gate in the blink of an eye.

As soon as you enter the city, the overwhelming stench hits you in the face and makes you feel sick.

Countless pairs of eyes glowing green stared at Bai Ming, exuding brutal murderous intent.

These evil ghosts have all kinds of strange appearances, some are like bats, some are like jackals, and some are monsters that are hideous and terrifying.

Their strength is generally around level four, and the strongest is close to level five!

"Roar!"

A ferocious ghost general rushed up and opened his bloody mouth to bite.

Bai Ming sneered and pointed his finger.

The lightning flashed and pierced through the ghost general's throat.

"Ow!"

The ghost general fell to the ground with a scream, his bones broken into pieces.

Seeing this, the other evil spirits did not show any fear but became even more frantic and rushed forward!

"court death!"

Bai Ming snorted coldly, and retreated explosively, keeping some distance between him and his opponent.

The next moment, the thunder turned into a blue storm.

"Boom!"

Arcs of electricity danced wildly among the group of evil spirits, splitting them into pieces.

For a moment, the air was filled with a burning smell and corpses were everywhere.

Wherever Bai Ming passed, no evil spirit that approached was spared.

Gradually, even the most powerful ghost generals did not dare to act rashly.