Later, at Nanxu's insistence, Han Lingxi wrapped her in a blanket again because she didn't want to be exposed to the sun.
Then Zhan Chengming saw Han Lingxi fighting with one hand while holding a large cloth bag.
Han Lingxi naturally noticed these people who had suddenly barged in, but she felt it was more important to deal with the zombie on the other side first. However, she was also on guard against these people lurking in the shadows.
Han Lingxi's momentary distraction inevitably slowed her reaction, allowing the wind-type zombie to seize the opportunity and launch a sharp wind blade attack. Of course, the wind-type zombie wasn't attacking Han Lingxi, but Nan Xu. In the wind-type zombie's eyes, Nan Xu was a great supplement that could help it level up to level eight, and it had been coveting Nan Xu for a long time.
Han Lingxi certainly couldn't let the wind blade hit Nan Xu. If it did, Nan Xu would definitely be killed. So Han Lingxi turned around to block it. With her seventh-level zombie physique, she would only be injured at most. However, Han Lingxi felt a lot of pain. As her level increased, her physical defense became stronger and stronger, but she also became more and more sensitive to pain.
You don't usually feel anything, but now that you're about to get injured, you realize how tragic it is.
Han Lingxi naturally wouldn't suffer such an injury for nothing. As she turned around, she had already formed a seal on her hand. As long as the zombie got close to attack after seeing that she was injured, Han Lingxi could use the seal on it. Thinking about her injury, Han Lingxi felt terrible and directly used the wind-type seal that she hadn't planned to use again. She thought to herself, "Since you used wind to hurt me, then I will use a wind-type seal to make you disappear without a trace."
However, the pain she had imagined did not occur. When Han Lingxi turned her head, she saw that the wind blade flying towards her had been deflected by an ice blade. Han Lingxi turned her head and saw that it was the work of the two superpowered individuals.
Zhan Chengming didn't know why he made a move. He usually stood by and watched in this situation. Indifference was the kindest emotion in the apocalypse. It was good enough if he didn't kick someone when they were down. But when he saw the wind blades being thrown, his heart suddenly jumped, and his hands acted faster than his brain.
Han Lingxi didn't have much time to study those superhumans. Instead, she seized the opportunity to unleash the seal on the wind-type zombie. The wind-type zombie didn't expect its attack to be blocked, and Han Lingxi hit it. The wind-type zombie twisted and fell to the ground. Han Lingxi thought of that disgusting scene and felt that she couldn't accept it either. Then she casually grabbed a piece of exposed steel bar next to her and stabbed it into the zombie's head. Only then did the zombie stop convulsing.
Han Lingxi held the seventh-tier crystal core in her hand before looking at the group. The others who had come with Zhan Chengming were already itching to make their move. That was a seventh-tier crystal core, a gleaming symbol of wealth and power.
In the apocalypse, looting is commonplace. As long as you are strong enough, no one will condemn you for murder and robbery.
Han Lingxi knew exactly what they were thinking, but she wasn't afraid. Although there were many people on the other side, only one person could pose a threat to her. Because he had just made a move, Han Lingxi knew that he was an ice-type. Han Lingxi was confident that she could easily escape, so she was quite relaxed.
Han Lingxi casually put the crystal core into the backpack behind her. Because she was carrying a child, she was used to putting Nan Xu's frequently used items in the backpack. There were too many things in the space, and it was too troublesome to find them. Anyway, her physique was so strong now that this little bit of weight was no big deal.
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