Wan'er gripped the handle of the shovel tightly and rushed towards a group of roundworms.

"Ugh...! I'll beat you disgusting things to death! You slippery creatures are giving me the creeps."

She swung the shovel forcefully, smashing several of the roundworms to pieces.

At this moment, the other roundworms also began to notice Wan'er's presence. They emitted sharp hissing sounds and attacked Wan'er one after another.

Seeing this, Junjue also picked up a baseball bat from the space and joined the battle.

Although this thing was disgusting, its attack power was too weak in front of him, and it wasn't worth him using his superpower to deal with it. He just wanted to accompany Wan'er to exercise and protect her.

Only by making her stronger can she survive in this increasingly terrifying and bloody world.

When the people in the shelter saw the suddenly appearing couple and two stray dogs acting so bravely, their blood boiled, and they joined in, desperately fighting off the mutated roundworms.

"Quick, someone's coming to help us. Let's go and assist them."

A group of disheveled people, seeing the arrival of newcomers, quickly went over and gathered together to help fight them off.

Junjue gripped his weapon tightly, his gaze resolute and calm. Wan'er clung closely to him, her eyes revealing unease and fear for the future. Seeing that the Five Black Daylilies were all seriously injured, she quickly said to them:

"Wuhei, Huanghuacai, you are both injured. Quickly return to your master's side, and your master will protect you."

"Woof woof woof..."

"Roar roar roar roar roar..."

After glancing warily around, the five black daylilies endured the pain and ran back to their master's side, intending to accompany him on his continued battle.

“We must kill them, but in order for Wan’er to quickly improve her combat power, I don’t plan to use my special ability,” Junjue said to Wan’er in a low voice, his voice full of determination and encouragement.

"Okay! Thank you for your support. I will definitely work hard to become stronger and fight alongside you."

"Where did these ghostly things come from? Don't tell me they came from children's stomachs!" Wan'er asked uncertainly, looking at the countless mummified corpses of children around her.

"Wan'er, you guessed right, these things did indeed come out as you said," Junjue said, glancing at the mummified corpse beside him.

Wan'er held Junjue's hand tightly and nodded slightly. She firmly believed that as long as Junjue was by her side, they would definitely be able to defeat these terrible mutated roundworms.

Suddenly, a series of heavy, writhing sounds came from the darkness, and Junjue and Wan'er's hearts pounded. They knew another wave of enemies was approaching, and they would have to face a terrifying and bloody battle.

The mutated roundworms burst out of the darkness, their eyes as sharp as blades. Their twisted, liquid-covered bodies, as thick as an ordinary arm, gleamed with a demonic light.

Junjue and Wan'er, the two little mongrel dogs, did not back down and faced off against all the refugees in this life-or-death struggle.

Junjue aimed his baseball bat at a mutated roundworm and casually swung it, the sound of "smack, smack, smack!" echoing in the night sky.

The baseball bat struck the roundworms one by one, but only left deep wounds.

Their enemies were numerous and exceptionally powerful. While the Lord felt alright, Wan'er and the refugees felt immense pressure.

Wan'er immediately took out a shovel and resolutely lunged at a disgusting mutated roundworm. Her movements were swift and decisive; the shovel drew a beautiful arc in the air before piercing the roundworm's body.

Black blood gushed out, and she successfully took down an enemy. However, the disgusting smell was so overpowering that she almost vomited.

Suppress the nausea in your heart and continue your attack on another target.

The two dogs were not to be outdone. Since the mutated roundworms that were several meters long were difficult to kill, they chose to bite those that were more than a meter long.

Seeing this, Junjue couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He gripped the baseball bat tightly, quickly turned around, and swung it at another mutated roundworm.

The attacks rained down, and the screams of the various mutated roundworms were deafening.

The roundworms fiercely thrashed their slimy bodies, trying to block the Lord's attack, but the Lord skillfully dodged, always maintaining a calm and wise demeanor.

The battle lasted for several hours, and Junjue sensed that Wan'er's two dogs and the others were enveloped in the smell of blood and a sense of exhaustion.

Their bodies bore numerous wounds, but their fighting spirit remained undiminished. They knew that only by eliminating all the mutated roundworms could they ensure their own survival and the safety of others.

They fought the roundworms with all their might, using every means to repel them time and time again. Although they were occasionally injured by the roundworms' attacks, they persevered.

Time passed in this fierce battle, and Wan'er's body was covered in wounds, but with her boyfriend protecting her, she knew that her life was not in danger, so she fought even harder.

Finally, they repelled the roundworms' attack and fought their way out. They rushed towards the gate and escaped this terrifying place as quickly as possible.

They finally breathed a sigh of relief as they ran out of the shelter and slammed the door shut. Junjue and Wan'er, supporting each other, staggered away from this nightmarish place.

They knew this nightmare had only just begun, and they had to find a safer place to continue surviving. But they firmly believed that as long as they supported each other, they would be able to overcome this disaster.

Junjue and Wan'er, along with two mixed-breed dogs, one black and one yellow, continued their journey into the unknown future. Their eyes were filled with determination and courage; they were resolved to prevent the terrifying roundworms from attacking humanity again.

Finally, Junjue Wan'er's two dogs, along with everyone else, joined forces to defeat the last mutated roundworm.

They embraced tightly, their breathing rapid and unsteady. They had defeated the enemy and protected everyone in the shelter.

"Thank you for your help to the Peace Shelter. Without your arrival, we certainly wouldn't have been able to kill them so quickly," said the Peace Shelter manager, his body covered in wounds, with gratitude.

"Today was truly awful. How could such a terrible thing happen? I still can't accept it," a woman said, her eyes red and her voice choked with emotion.

"My child! He's really gone. It's all because of this natural disaster, all because of these damned mutated creatures." A middle-aged man, his shirt torn to shreds and covered in bleeding wounds, cried out, clutching his head.

Upon hearing the middle-aged man's words, everyone lowered their heads and remained silent, their trembling shoulders revealing their sorrow.

Because this war against mutated roundworms is global, and with so many mutated roundworms, it's unknown how many innocent children have to be sacrificed to cultivate them.

"Please accept our condolences! We know you are in great pain, but that's just how the world is these days. No matter how sad you are, you have to keep looking forward," the administrator said with a sorrowful expression.