For a long time, Wang Zheng had been keeping to himself outside the battlefield, fearing that his taunts and Zhu Yan might accidentally harm friendly forces.
He was still blocking the broken city wall, but there was no point in holding on any longer.
Thinking of this, Wang Zheng slightly bent his legs, raised his elbows to the outside, and his entire upper body formed an arc shape. Then, he lunged forward like a spring.
Driven by immense power, Wang Zheng, like a bulldozer at full speed, crushed countless strange beasts as he charged onto the city's main road.
He deliberately avoided flying through the air in order to clear out more of the strange beasts in the city and reduce the pressure on the enemy.
He then used Battle Roar to control the situation while continuously swinging his sword forward.
Streets ablaze with fire, houses collapsed and shattered, corpses littered the ground, and endless hordes of strange beasts lay everywhere.
These scenes intertwined, making Tengchong City seem like a living hell at this moment.
Covered in blood, Wang Zheng resembled a demon god as he continued to advance through the wide street filled with strange beasts.
With the blessing of the [Nine Yin Candlelight], the group of strange beasts blocking his way were no match for him.
With a casual swing, even sixth-rank beasts were quickly burned to ashes by the black and red flames as their flesh rotted.
However, Wang Zheng no longer had time to collect the spiritual energy crystals from the strange beasts.
As Wang Zheng moved forward, he saw Deng Darong, who had previously made a bet with him.
This burly local man was sitting with his head tilted to one side, leaning against a pile of ruins.
A large crater had formed in his chest, and the blood from his mouth had completely soaked the tie-dyed vest in front of him, forming large patches of black scabs that obscured its original blue and white base.
His eyes were wide open, his face still contorted with rage, and there lay four or five mangled corpses beside him, presumably his brothers.
Wang Zheng also saw Lai Fu, who grew up eating food from many families, and the nameless officer at the recycling center.
He was lying quietly by the roadside, long since lifeless.
His military uniform, which he usually cherished and always wore neatly, was now covered in stains, wrinkled and twisted, with countless drops of blood and dust on it.
Unfortunately, he could no longer clean his beloved military uniform.
There was also Lian Shan, whom he had met once before. Wang Zheng had seen them outside the city before. After leaving the city, they headed straight south, probably with the intention of breaking through the siege.
I don't know if they failed to escape and were forced back, or if they simply didn't want to leave anymore.
He was buried in the ruins, with only half of his broken body sticking out. None of his teammates were around him.
However, judging from his smiling face, perhaps he has already sent all his team members away?
Wang Zheng has no idea.
The further we went, the more and more dead and injured bodies appeared on the roadside.
Wang Zheng saw material vendors dressed in suits and leather shoes, and shopkeepers wearing old-fashioned long gowns.
There were burly adventurers with dark skin, and also combat troops wearing camouflage uniforms.
Blood gathered into a river, flowing from beneath the stone bridge into the distance.
Right at the front of the arched bridge, right next to the bridge pier, sat a tall, imposing Tibetan man, as solid as an iron tower.
He stood with his head held high, holding a long-handled axe, blocking the bridge.
His body was covered in countless wounds, the blood inside of which had long since drained away.
Even so, the large axe in his hand remained standing horizontally on the bridgehead, never falling.
However, he had clearly already sacrificed himself. Once the spiritual energy in his body completely dissipated, he was unable to maintain his posture. He was then pushed over by countless strange beasts and fell backward into the river in the city.
Only the giant axe remained standing at the bridgehead, swaying precariously under the onslaught of countless strange beasts, yet it never fell.
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Looking at the scenes before him, Wang Zheng felt as if he had fallen into a very strange state.
Although the roars and howls of beasts, the explosions of supernatural powers, and the sounds of buildings collapsing all around were still deafening, Wang Zheng seemed to hear nothing at this moment.
His vision blurred for a moment, and he seemed to hear a clear male voice roaring angrily in his mind.
But the roar was brief, urgent, and fleeting, disappearing almost immediately.
Just as Wang Zheng was about to take a closer look, a sudden "boom" exploded around him, and countless chaotic sounds flooded into his ears, bringing him back to this hellish reality.
But Wang Zheng knew that what he had just heard was not an illusion. He immediately recognized the sound as the same cold snort he had heard when he was transformed into a beast by the beast boss.
Wang Zheng gave a helpless bitter smile, never expecting that he had so many secrets.
However, now is not the time to consider these things; the immediate goal is to help stop the alien beasts.
Wang Zheng felt that after the extraordinary encounter that felt like he had escaped reality, his body seemed to have become very light, his swings were more powerful, and even his thoughts had become much faster. It was as if everything around him had slowed down.
Upon closer reflection, it was exactly the same feeling he had back when he was in military training in Jingxiang, secretly hiding in the toilet to practice his agility.
Although the feeling was very strange, Wang Zheng's mind was very clear at the moment. Not only did he not feel any discomfort, but he also felt better than ever before.
Wang Zheng didn't know whether such a change was beneficial or detrimental, but at least for the moment, it wasn't a bad thing.
Because he's about to pull off something big.
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