Chapter 468 Hellish Death Array



This is a branch of the Hellish organization's base.

It was also one of Dr. Jones's laboratories, though hidden away.

There was no other way; the United States was already riddled with problems. First, it had experienced the zombie outbreak, and then it had been trampled by Guan Yu on horseback.

After much difficulty, they finally built a city in the apocalypse, only to have it destroyed by the snowy planet that had been split in two.

Even their underground beehive structures were largely destroyed.

Although it is recovering with great effort, it will be difficult to fully recover in a short period of time.

In short, ever since it provoked the Great Xia, the United States has been plagued by bad luck.

Therefore, Dr. Jones had no choice but to move some of his laboratories to some smaller neighboring countries.

This laboratory in ancient Egypt was just one of many.

These smaller countries are happy to accept this; they've been looking for an opportunity to curry favor with the United States.

These red liquids are the second-generation zombie virus gene modified by Dr. Jones.

The advantage of this gene is that it does not cause physical mutations after entering the human body, unlike the disgusting and creepy appearance of zombies.

Aside from being able to bite, they appear no different from normal people on the surface, making them very difficult to detect.

This makes it easy for infected individuals to blend into the crowd and go unnoticed.

Dr. Jones quickly finished injecting the zombie virus into the trapped Great Xia warriors.

Just as he predicted, in the following experiments, the infected appeared no different from normal people, and were able to suddenly attack their companions, making them extremely difficult to guard against.

Moreover, these zombies have become even more powerful and faster than lightning.

The scene was filled with screams and shouts, unleashing a bloody storm.

U.S. Foreign Secretary Ghosn smiled with satisfaction, raised his glass, and personally toasted Dr. Jones.

"Well done, dear doctor, the great United States is proud of you."

"I can almost see the tragic scene of Great Xia becoming a zombie abode. I think that would be the most beautiful sight in the world."

Dr. Jones raised his glass to the other person, clinked glasses, and smiled slightly.

"As you wish, Your Excellency the Foreign Minister."

Next, they will use special channels to secretly transport these warriors infected with the zombie virus to various parts of Great Xia.

Scott, the leader of the American Martial Arts Federation, and Kassa, the leader of the Ancient Egyptian Martial Arts Federation, were standing nearby.

High-ranking figures from martial arts circles in other countries also raised their glasses.

Several high-ranking members of the Hell organization's branch were present.

These people are all unfathomably powerful.

The leader was a withered old man, as thin as a bamboo pole. His wide black robe hung loosely on his body, making him look as thin as a piece of paper.

The atmosphere at the scene was joyful and harmonious.

It seems that the United States is willing to do anything that is detrimental to Great Xia.

Clang!

Suddenly, a loud bang came from outside.

The surrounding magic arrays were destroyed, and screams of agony came from the guards outside.

Ye Feng, wielding a large iron hammer, strode in, his eyes flashing with cold light, ready to kill anyone he saw.

Large numbers of Hell's guards were beaten to death on the spot, their flesh mangled and bloody, leaving deep craters in the ground.

Unstoppable, unstoppable.

For a moment, there was a cacophony of wailing and howling.

The crowd scattered and fled in terror.

"Run! Ye the Demon is too terrifying!"

Ye Feng swung his iron hammer, sweeping across the surroundings.

He will kill any god or Buddha who stands in his way.

"Ye Feng, stop!"

A group of veteran assassins from the Hell Organization, led by the old man in the black robe, strode out and surrounded Ye Feng.

These people all have black dragon tattoos with two wings on their bodies.

Ye Feng pointed the blood-dripping iron hammer at the crowd, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Get your leader out here, or don't blame me for being impolite."

Among them, a veteran assassin stepped forward, pointing his iron sword at Ye Feng with a chilling glint in his eye, and said.

"Ye Feng, do you really think my Hell Organization is afraid of you? You're just a tiny ant. You'll never know what a powerful opponent you're facing..."

puff!

Ye Feng pointed a finger, and the golden finger transformed into a several-meter-long club, instantly smashing the man's brains apart.

White and red flowed everywhere.

Ye Feng's chilling voice was like the chanting of death from hell.

“The ringleader killed all 325 members of my Ye family. My parents are missing and their fate is unknown.”

“If he’s a real man, he’ll step forward and accept my challenge instead of sending out a bunch of cannon fodder.”

"furious!"

“Our leader is not someone you, an ant, can blaspheme.”

The old man in the black robe, who was the leader, was furious. His eyes shot out a cold light, and he stared at Ye Feng like a venomous snake.

"Hellish Death Array!"

With a stroke of his withered finger on the ground, he connected with the underworld, and billowing black mist emerged, from which countless vengeful spirits howled and lunged at Ye Feng.

All around, dark, ghostly patterns appeared, crawling onto Ye Feng's body like maggots clinging to his bones.

The invisible aura of hell seeps into the body through the pores of the skin, binding the soul and turning people into walking corpses.

Beside them, dozens of veteran assassins from the Hell Organization successively poured their cultivation into the death array.

This caused the entire formation to be filled with flying sand and stones, howling winds, and ghostly shadows, as if hell had reappeared on earth.

The old man in the black robe, dressed in paper, spoke in a dry, hoarse voice, like the wailing of an old ghost.

"Ye Feng, this is your burial ground. Even if you are at the peak of Martial Emperor, you will be refined into a puddle of pus, hehe..."

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