The Koreans have always been at odds with the Chinese and Koreans, and even before the apocalypse, they often had significant online language conflicts. Now, communication between the two countries is limited to the highest leaders, leaving many Korean citizens with nowhere to vent their grievances.

Moreover, under the brainwashing of the South Korean leadership, many people, not understanding why, foolishly stood on the opposite side of China, and were used as cannon fodder without even realizing it.

Even these third-tier psionicists are nothing more than high-level cannon fodder in the eyes of others.

The psionicists from Korea didn't carry much food or water and followed closely behind Lee Hyun-jo the whole way.

Li Xuanzu and his group were like a bulldozer; wherever they went, there were hardly any zombies left. As a result, the distance between the Korean psychics and Li Xuanzu quickly closed, and in just two hours, they were less than ten kilometers away from him.

“Li Xiuhui, I’m warning you, if you’re unhappy with me leading you, I’ll let it go and not hurt everyone’s feelings. But if you disobey orders and act on your own, I will kill you!” Park Sung-woo said, his tone full of threat.

“You…” The third-tier exorcist named Li Xiuhui had an unfriendly expression, but since everyone around her seemed to be on Park Sung-woo’s side, she couldn’t stand out too much in this situation, so she swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Park Sung-woo nodded in satisfaction.

"In a moment, let Eun-sung go up and negotiate with him. Lee Soo-hye, you and Choi Chang-hoon will use the Ghost Servant to test that kid's strength. If he's strong, stop immediately and apologize with a humble attitude."

“If his strength is weaker than we thought…” Park Sung-woo paused, “…we’ll just kill him!”

"Those two girls, hehe." Park Sung-woo was speaking seriously at first, but when he thought of Fu Yu and Ouyang Ningxue's beautiful faces and enviable figures, he couldn't help but let his mind wander at this moment.

After he finished speaking, everyone wore a meaningful smile.

Li Xiuhui, before the apocalypse, was the center of a top girl group. Her looks and figure were definitely outstanding. She climbed to the third-tier psionic level through various means.

But ever since she met Fu Yu and Ouyang Ningxue, she, who originally considered herself to be stunningly beautiful, has been plagued by a feeling of jealousy that has been constantly taking over her heart.

Back in her girl group days, she rose to fame by ruining the careers of women who were more talented than her.

She did this countless times, and it even gave her a twisted sense of pleasure.

I couldn't be happier to ask her to do these things.

After Park Sung-woo's words, everyone in the South Korean psychic team subconsciously placed Lee Hyun-jo in the category of "weaklings" and began discussing the fate of Fu Yu and Ouyang Ningxue.

However, as the dozens of people chatted enthusiastically, they were completely unaware that blood was steadily pooling beneath the base of their vehicles.

"What nonsense are you spouting? A bunch of useless third-tier psionicists are actually discussing two fourth-tier ones? Who gave you the guts?" A chilling voice suddenly rang out, striking the hearts of everyone present.

"Who are you? What are you doing, pretending to be a ghost? Get out here!" Park Sung-woo was the first to react. He was startled, his energy surged throughout his body, and he roared.

It's no wonder he was so sensitive; that voice was truly terrifying. It felt like his heart skipped a beat, and the sensation of his soul falling into an ice cave was unbearable.

"Huh? Weren't you having a good time just now? You can't even recognize my voice, and you're already thinking about killing me. How ridiculous." As if in response, the blood on the ground gradually congealed, and in the blink of an eye, a tall figure stood in the middle of the group.

What's even stranger is that the voice was speaking Korean.

"Lee Hyun-jo?!" Park Sung-woo exclaimed in surprise, looking at the message his boss had sent him on his phone.

The sign above indicated Li Xuanzu's location, and the time was half a minute ago.

Looking at Lee Hyun-jo, who should have been eight kilometers away from them, Park Sung-woo could hardly believe his eyes.

"Although I am very angry right now, I am still willing to give you a chance to tell me who is behind you. Of course, it's not to let you go, it's just to delay your death a little longer." Li Xuanzu spread his hands, and dozens of thin red lines shot out from his palms.

"Run! Split up and run! Hurry!!!" Without thinking, Park Sung-woo threw a huge fireball at Lee Hyun-jo, completely ignoring the several second-tier psionicists not far from Lee Hyun-jo.

The explosion rang out, and when the smoke cleared, Li Xuanzu was unharmed, while three friendly forces were killed or wounded.

The rapidly moving blood vessels were unaffected by the explosion and connected precisely to the top of each person's head.

"Why are you running? I've already appeared in front of you like this, and you still think you can escape, you idiots." Li Xuanzu muttered a few words, pulling his bloodied hand back.

One scream after another rang out, and everyone fell to the ground, unable to move.

"It's so annoying. Why can't these people just learn to wait for death? Why do they have to suffer before they die? Or is it that people on Blue Star don't like to leave themselves with a complete corpse?" As Li Xuanzu spoke, he had already walked up to a third-tier psionicist.

"You're from Korea, aren't you? Who sent you to spy on me?" Li Xuanzu squatted down next to him and casually tore off one of his arms.

"Ah! I'll talk! We were sent here by orders from the heads of major corporations in South Korea. They made all the requests. We don't want to kill anyone, please let me go." The third-tier psychic originally wanted to lie, but who knew Li Xuanzu would be so straightforward? His mind went blank, and he blurted everything out.

“I see. I’ll ask around. You should go and reincarnate first.” Li Xuanzu nodded, stood up, and the bloodline on the third-tier spiritualist’s head began to thicken. His body visibly shriveled up.