Cultivating Immortality in the Apocalypse

When the apocalypse descends, a zombie crisis emerges, and strange anomalies appear.

It's merely a game for those who cannot be directly seen. The hope of the dying is also the biggest va...

Chapter 300 The Psionic Rebellion

According to Leng An, the abilities of a fifth-tier zombie are quite abstract.

Their abilities are no longer limited to controlling a certain substance, but rather a sublimation based on normal energy.

The variety is so great that even in Leng An's previous life on Blue Star, where there were already seventh-tier psionicists, new types of fifth-tier zombies still appeared.

The types of abilities are as numerous as the stars in the sky, but if we really had to categorize them, it would be transformation.

This is not as simple as the flesh-boosting ability below the fifth rank; it is a true change in body structure. For example, zombies change their appearance, erasing the slight differences from humans, and lurking within human countries.

It can also compress muscle density to transform into pets like cats and dogs, or livestock like chickens, ducks, and pigs. Even inanimate objects like tables, chairs, and benches have corresponding fifth-tier abilities.

Solid, liquid, gas—there's nothing a fifth-tier zombie's abilities can't encompass.

This is very similar to Li Xuanzu's Blood Manipulation Technique, which alters one's own form.

If it were simply a matter of changing one's body, such as transforming into an animal or a person, that would be fine. But if it were something like Blood Manipulation Technique, which transforms one into a liquid or an invisible gas, Li Xuanzu couldn't imagine how to deal with it if zombies were to break through to the fifth rank before humans.

If a second-tier psionicist has enough energy in their body to defeat a third-tier zombie, then a fifth-tier zombie with shapeshifting abilities is something that fourth-tier and lower-tier psionicists can only look up to.

Moreover, given the current rate of zombie growth, it's hard to say what will happen within the Dragon Kingdom, but some countries that are struggling to survive but refuse to ask for help will inevitably see a fifth-tier zombie emerge.

If this unfortunately comes true, the entire planet Earth will likely face an unprecedented catastrophe.

As for solutions, in Leng An's previous life, no one was able to come up with an effective strategy for fighting zombies.

It's nothing more than trying to build up an advantage through sheer numbers, and then using the gaps in victory to barely prolong their lives.

If the problem still cannot be solved, then the only option is to gather all available spiritual core power and cultivate psionicists of the same level and strength to fight against the zombies.

There was no other way; at that time, humans on Earth were a level behind zombies in terms of psionic ability.

However, it seemed as if fate was playing a cruel joke on Li Xuanzu and his companions, for they couldn't rest as troubles kept piling up.

On January 1st, the first day of the new year, several bloody incidents involving third and fourth-tier psychic energy users occurred in Kyoto, as if they had received some kind of order. The methods were extremely cruel, and even Elder Huang was caught off guard and was unable to send out a psychic energy team to suppress them in time.

This has resulted in many people being taken hostage by these psychics.

According to incomplete statistics, the death toll has exceeded 50,000, and the number of hostages they hold has exceeded 100,000.

Don't underestimate the destructive power of high-level psionicists; for unarmed ordinary people, it's a devastating blow.

"Ancestor, there are too many psychics causing trouble in Kyoto. Could you please help us resolve this?" Elder Huang's tone was extremely anxious.

You can tell from his coming to find Li Xuanzu that he really couldn't find anyone else.

Leng An and his team have already been dispatched. More than half of the psychics in Kyoto have rebelled, and the previously abundant manpower has suddenly become insufficient.

Some of them were the only fourth-tier psionicists in the psionic squads who defected, resulting in the deaths or hostage situations of many second- and third-tier psionicists in the squads.

"Location, all of them." Li Xuanzu was very troubled, and now the sandbags have arrived.

Elder Huang didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately sent the locations of all the troublemaking fourth-tier psionicists to Li Xuanzu. At the same time, he asked Leng An and the others to take charge of the malicious incidents involving third-tier psionicists, striving to minimize the losses.

Li Xuanzu was having breakfast at a steamed bun shop, which was unnecessary but just to pass the time.

"Young man, why don't you hurry home? I heard there are a lot of psychics causing trouble in Kyoto. Or you can come and hide here for a while, I'm closing up shop." The owner of the steamed bun shop was a one-armed middle-aged man who looked like a kind-hearted old man.

"Thank you, but I don't think you really need to close the shop." Li Xuanzu grabbed the roller shutter of the steamed bun shop, preventing the owner from pulling it down.

Just now, he understood what Elder Huang meant.

The Dragon Kingdom needs a hero.

But the defection of these third- and fourth-tier psionicists wasn't something Elder Huang orchestrated for; he's not crazy.

The shopkeeper looked at Li Xuanzu with a puzzled expression, and was about to say something when he noticed something unusual.

Before I knew it, the entrance to the steamed bun shop was filled with "people".

They all look very ordinary, yet they are extremely similar, as if they were made from the same mold, which looks very strange.

They didn't stay long before Li Xuanzu's blood servants scattered and ran away, disappearing without a trace in no time.

The one-armed boss's mouth was so wide open it could fit an egg.

The scene before my eyes was truly horrifying.

"You...you are...a psionicist? What...what kind of psionic ability is this?"

"It's a secret, you don't need to worry about that. Just wait. If you close the door, I won't have anywhere to sit." Li Xuanzu didn't tell the other party, but these words made the boss give up the idea of ​​closing the door.

After the apocalypse, there really were no chairs on the streets of Kyoto. Everyone was too busy to sit on the street.