Doomsday Judge: I Am a God of Slaughter in the Wasteland

Nuclear fire has burned civilization to ashes, leaving only bones and blood in the wasteland.

I, Lu Zhaoming, an unlucky soul who transmigrated into the apocalypse, found the 'Doomsday Ju...

Chapter 121 When it rains, it pours

clang--!

The tremor of metal clashing against metal traveled along the blade of judgment to Lu Zhaoming's arm, making his hand go numb.

He felt a chill run down his spine. Good heavens, the power of this shadowy figure was terrifying!

Without thinking twice, Lu Zhaoming used the momentum to leap backward and create distance.

In the darkness, that distorted face clung to you like a leech, its maniacal laughter sending chills down your spine.

"Hehehe, aren't you feeling hopeless? Under my Shadow Devouring, all your abilities will be completely devoured!"

Lu Zhaoming spat, thinking to himself that this guy's lines were too old-fashioned.

Is he playing the villain here?

But despite his complaints, he dared not let his guard down.

This shadowy figure possesses speed and strength far exceeding that of ordinary people, coupled with its bizarre "Shadow Devouring" ability, making it truly a headache.

He dodged the attacks from the shadowy figure while his mind raced.

The Eye of Judgment frantically scanned the opponent's weaknesses, but the result was somewhat disappointing—this guy was enveloped in a strange energy, with almost no flaws.

"Damn it, are you cheating?" Lu Zhaoming couldn't help but swear.

The shadowy figure seemed to enjoy Lu Zhaoming's predicament, and its attacks became even more frenzied.

Streaks of black energy attacked like venomous snakes, threatening to strike if one was not careful.

Lu Zhaoming narrowly avoided the attack thanks to his amazing reaction speed and combat experience.

No, this won't do, we'll be doomed sooner or later!

Lu Zhaoming's mind raced, and suddenly something occurred to him. A dangerous smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Since the hard approach isn't working, let's try a softer one!"

He suddenly stopped, no longer dodging, and instead rushed towards the dark figure.

The shadowy figure was taken aback, seemingly not expecting Lu Zhaoming to make such a move.

But he did not let his guard down because of this; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

"Heh, you're courting death!"

He grinned maliciously, brandishing his claws as he viciously clawed at Lu Zhaoming's chest.

Just as the claws were about to touch Lu Zhaoming's body, he suddenly smiled strangely, ducked to avoid the attack, and kicked the shadowy figure in the lower body at the same time.

"Grotto kick!"

This move is both vicious and insidious; it's a man's nightmare.

Caught off guard, the shadowy figure was kicked by Lu Zhaoming and let out a shrill scream.

"mean!"

Lu Zhaoming had no time for martial ethics. He was unforgiving and took advantage of the shadowy figure's painful wails to pounce on him, thrusting his Judgment Blade toward the man's throat.

"Go to hell!"

However, just as the blade of judgment was about to pierce the shadow, a surge of black energy suddenly erupted, blocking the attack.

Lu Zhaoming felt a powerful force strike him, and he was blasted away.

"puff!"

He fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

"Cough cough... So strong!"

Lu Zhaoming struggled to his feet, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

It seems we'll have to get serious if we want to deal with this guy.

He took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, and began to mobilize the power of judgment within his body.

"A storm of trials!"

With a low roar, a powerful energy erupted from his body, sweeping around like a hurricane.

Wherever the storm of judgment passed, everything became distorted.

The shadowy figure let out a terrified scream, trying to hide, but there was nowhere to escape.

However, just as the storm of judgment was about to engulf the shadow, a strange light suddenly flashed and enveloped the shadow's body.

The originally raging storm of judgment began to become unstable, and even showed signs of dissipating.

Lu Zhaoming's expression changed drastically. He could feel that his power of judgment was being suppressed by some kind of force.

"What happened?"

Just then, a warning message suddenly popped up on the system interface: "Warning! Unknown energy interference detected, the stability of the trial system has decreased!"

"Oh no, really?!" Lu Zhaoming's heart sank. This was truly a case of misfortunes never coming singly!

Just as he was in a state of panic, Qinglian rushed over.

"Something's wrong, Brother Lu! Something's happened!"

Lu Zhaoming, without even asking what had happened, hurriedly asked, "What's going on with the Judgment Storm?"

Qinglian said anxiously, "I don't know either. I just received news that Chixiao seems to have gotten his hands on a batch of new equipment, which is said to be able to interfere with supernatural energy fluctuations!"

"What?!" Lu Zhaoming's eyes widened; this news was like a bolt from the blue.

Su Li, who was standing nearby, also came over, and her expression was equally unpleasant.

"The situation is not good, Zhaoming. If the storm of judgment is suppressed, our chances of winning will be greatly reduced."

Lu Zhaoming took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Now is not the time to panic; we must find a way to deal with this."

He looked around and his gaze fell on Su Li.

"Su Li, you have a deep understanding of supernatural abilities, can you find a way to break through this interference?"

Su Li frowned and said, "I'll give it a try, but I might not have enough time."

Lu Zhaoming nodded, knowing that time was of the essence and every minute and second was crucial.

"Qinglian, you are in charge of monitoring the enemy's movements. Report immediately if you find anything unusual."

"clear!"

After assigning the tasks, Lu Zhaoming turned his attention to Old Wolf.

"Old Wolf, you have a wide network of connections, could you help me find out what's the background of Red Owl's new batch of equipment?"

Old Wolf rubbed his hands together, and said with some difficulty, "This... is a bit difficult, after all, Red Owl is no pushover."

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