Apocalypse: So What If I’m Just a Cannon Fodder and a Bit Mean?

Lu Nange died in a car accident and woke up inside a male-oriented apocalypse novel.

Good news:

Her original identity was a rich, beautiful socialite—and the younger sister of one of th...

Chapter 530 Bald Girl... (2/2)

White mist swirled in the firelight, as if veiling the explosion.

Layers of wind shields stacked in front of Lu Nange...

The next second.

Flour comes into contact with an open flame.

Rumble! ...

That's a chain reaction between dust and flame.

The blinding white light first engulfed everything, turning everyone's vision into pure white in an instant, followed by a scorching shockwave that swept wildly from the point of explosion!

The explosion was loud enough to exceed the limits of hearing.

Even through Chi Yanzhou's ice wall and Lu Beiye's shields, the sound waves still pounded into everyone's chests.

He Zhuo felt his heart skip a beat, and Gu Wan couldn't help but cover her ears.

The smoke and dust that had just risen from the explosion were stirred up again by this even more violent explosion, forming a mushroom cloud mixed with fire and dust that slowly rose and obscured the sky.

Chi Yanzhou's ice wall thickened again under his control, completely isolating the giant zombie from the superhumans' lines.

The surface of the ice melted rapidly under the impact of the high-temperature air waves, and then immediately refreezed.

The giant zombies were all caught in the mid-air explosion, emitting 'hoarse' sounds as they frantically crashed into Chi Yanzhou's ice shield...

Everyone was stunned by this frenzied attack that seemed to be a mutual destruction.

"Miss Lu, has she gone mad... This is too dangerous, will something happen to her!" a superhuman murmured, his eyes shining with admiration.

"Shut up! How could that be! Miss Lu looks like she'll live a long and prosperous life!"

"You know about this?"

"What are you chatting about? Why can't you keep your mouth shut? Aren't you afraid of dying? Everyone, keep your shields under control!"

......

The white light and flames in the air finally began to fade and shrink, like some kind of animal panting.

The smoke and dust settled slowly, and the flames gradually dimmed, as if the earth-shattering explosion was about to come to an end.

But before the crowd below could recover from their shock, before they could exhale, a gust of wind suddenly appeared.

But this wind was completely different from the wind Lu Nange controlled; it was tyrannical, brutal, and full of malice...

The strong winds dispersed the lingering smoke and dust from the explosion, the remaining embers, and the scattered flour ash in all directions!

The smoke and dust quickly dissipated, and visibility returned to normal.

The man in the suit remained suspended in place...

But his image is completely different from before.

The impeccably tailored suit was charred and torn in many places, with the left sleeve almost blown off, revealing the scalded and blistering skin underneath.

His once meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, with a few strands singed and curled, and his face was streaked with black and gray...

What was most terrifying was his eyes; they were no longer the indifferent gaze of superiors, but rather a deep-seated, venomous resentment.

His gaze swept over Lu Nange in the distance, as if he wanted to torture her with his eyes.

However, most people's attention was drawn to the small figure beside the man in the suit.

Someone had silently appeared beside the man in the suit without anyone noticing.

She was a little girl who looked only thirteen or fourteen years old.

She had a shaved head, and her scalp gleamed bluish-white in the light.

Her small frame was encased in a black combat suit, which made her exposed skin appear sickly pale, as if she hadn't seen the sun in years.

Her pupils, however, were purple.

Its eyes were somewhat similar in color to the purple pupils of the giant zombies below, yet completely different.

The zombies' eyes were murky and crazed, as if they possessed only the instinct to devour and destroy.

But this little girl's eyes were even purer, deeper, and colder.

Those eyes seemed to gleam with a kind of clear "wisdom," a kind of human-like light of thought, only that light was frozen under endless cold.

She floated there quietly, as if she were completely integrated with the surrounding space.

The fierce wind that had just swept away the dust was now slowly subsiding around her, with a few wisps of air still swirling around her.