Even the temperature was a few degrees higher than yesterday.
Although it was still icy cold, there was a strange, oppressive heat in the air.
After watching for a while without anything unusual happening, Ye Lang narrowed his eyes and unconsciously tapped the fighter jet's outer shell with his knuckles.
Today was another training hunt, and the War God Squad's harvest was even greater than yesterday, but there was still no trace of any level four mutated giant beasts.
Not to mention level four, there are fewer than three level three mutated beasts.
This was the result after Ye Lang expanded the search area.
It seems that the forging and upgrading of my old friend is still a long way off.
However, there was one thing that satisfied Ye Lang.
As the Fortress fighters conducted extensive patrols, they discovered quite a few survivors, some of whom were the qualified beauties who had previously contacted Ye Lang seeking refuge.
This did improve Ye Lang's mood slightly.
With the addition of these female disciples, lust levels rose quietly like a spring tide. Not only were each new disciple equipped with combat uniforms, but several rocket launchers and grenades were also added to enhance combat power.
Moreover, after two days of intensive training and hunting, Ye Lang forged exclusive functional weapons for his nine concubines: Luo Li, Chen Qing, Cheng Xiaowei, Yu Zhu, Xiong Lili, Pei Jiaxi, Yan Ling, Lu Chenxi, and Nan Qiao.
Naturally, Ye Lang was very satisfied with their reward.
Aside from Cheng Xiaowei, Pei Jiaxi, Yan Ling, Lu Chenxi, and Nan Qiao, who were only rewarded with top-tier delicacies due to Ye Lang's special control, the other five were not.
The other four women each brought Ye Lang a few points of physical enhancement.
Ye Lang's physique points have now reached an astonishing 500.
Although he has not yet broken through the 1000-point mark to reach the Sky Soaring Realm, 500 points of physique are enough to give Ye Lang confidence to face any challenges ahead.
Moreover, the favorability ratings of Cheng Xiaowei, Pei Jiaxi, Yan Ling, Lu Chenxi, and Nan Qiao have quietly climbed to a critical point where they can be plucked; all that's needed is a little more fuel to ignite them fully.
On the thirty-sixth day of the apocalypse, and the twenty-third day of the icy apocalypse, temperatures continued to rise, and tiny cracks began to appear in the ice.
The outdoor temperature has risen to minus 30 degrees Celsius, a significant improvement from the previous terrifying minus 90 degrees Celsius.
Ye Lang stood atop the fighter jet, gazing at the melting ice field in the distance, a warning bell ringing in his heart.
In just three days, the temperature rose by more than 60 degrees Celsius, an unusual pace that is far from normal.
Not only Ye Lang, but the other members of the War God Squad also noticed the abnormality, and a sense of anxiety filled the air.
The Douyin (TikTok) feed is also full of discussions about rising temperatures.
The survivors were roughly divided into two groups. One group cheered and believed that the extreme cold apocalypse was about to end, or even that the entire apocalypse was about to end, and that human civilization would usher in the dawn of recovery. The other group was worried and concerned that an even greater disaster might be approaching.
Ye Lang certainly belongs to the latter category; behind that "strange" temperature rise, there must be an unknown crisis hidden.
It could even be the "weirdness" itself.
He pulled up the environmental monitoring data of the Bastion fighter jet and found that not only was the geothermal radiation value rising at an abnormal rate, but the atmospheric ionosphere was also fluctuating violently, and the pale, blinding sun overhead was emitting an abnormal halo, as if its essence had been distorted by some force.
At this moment, all members of Wuyou gathered on the spacious deck of the Fortress Fighter, looking at Ye Lang with solemn expressions.
Ye Lang, however, kept his eyes fixed on the distorted sun. Even though the intense halo could blind someone instantly, he had no intention of looking away.
Ye Lang knew in his heart that the next apocalyptic crisis was about to arrive, most likely today, or even at this very moment.
Because of his keen perception, he could clearly sense a soul-chilling sense of oppression spreading from the horizon. The distorted sun was like a giant eye slowly opening, coldly gazing upon the land.
The next moment, a deep, indescribable rumble resounded throughout the heavens and earth, as if a judgment horn was sounding from the depths of the universe.
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