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Kyle experienced a brief mental blank.

The expected excruciating pain of a shattered skull did not occur.

Instead, the masks were splattered with a layer of hot, sticky, foul-smelling liquid.

Meanwhile, the other three members of the team stared wide-eyed, seeing everything clearly.

A rusty steel pipe, like an armor-piercing spear fired from a heavy ballista, pierced precisely through the reptile's gaping jaw from behind.

Hard bones and thick scales were rendered useless in the face of this violent kinetic energy.

Dark red blood mixed with bone fragments exploded before everyone's eyes.

The immense impact propelled the half-ton mutated beast into the air instantly.

Its massive body flew backward seven or eight meters.

Finally, with a loud "boom," it was firmly nailed to the mottled concrete wall by the rusty steel pipe.

The reptile's limbs twitched violently in mid-air, a gurgling sound came from its throat, and its thick tail lashed wildly against the wall, shaking off large clouds of dust.

The entire underground hall fell into a deathly silence in that instant.

Only the monster nailed to the wall continued to howl in its death throes.

The other three reptiles, which were about to tear their prey apart with their claws outstretched, abruptly stopped in their tracks.

They turned their heads sharply, their pale green vertical pupils suddenly contracting.

A low growl filled with vigilance and fear escaped his throat, and he unconsciously took a half-step back, his limbs pressed tightly to the ground.

Kyle slumped down next to the wreckage of the security scanner, his hands still in a blocking position.

He rolled his eyes blankly, looking in the direction from which the steel pipe had shot.

Having narrowly escaped death, Loken clutched his shoulder, which had been scratched by the beast's claws, and blood oozed from between his fingers.

But he forgot to even groan in pain, his gaze passing over the monster in front of him and fixed on the entrance to the passage.

Hearing the loud noise, Pike, who was huddled in the corner, opened his eyes with a tremor.

Staring at the monster on the wall, writhing and spitting blood, he opened his mouth wide, not even noticing the boning knife in his arms clattering to the ground.

Ira, who was sitting against the wall, struggled to lift her eyelids.

As a psychic, her perception is more acute than others.

In that darkness, she did not sense any of the mutated beasts' ferocious aura.

Instead, I felt a scorching power, like a volcanic eruption, relentlessly crushing me.

Whether it's a human or a mutated beast.

At this moment, all eyes were fixed on the thick darkness at the entrance of the passage.

Da...da...

A series of extremely faint yet unusually steady footsteps came from the darkness.

The soles of the boots crunched over the volcanic ash on the floor tiles, making a soft, grinding sound.

A faint halo of light rippled from the tactical flashlight that had fallen to the ground.

At the edge of the halo, the silhouette of a tall and slender figure slowly emerged.

He wasn't wearing a bulky protective suit or a gas mask.

In this underground ruin filled with highly toxic substances and deadly radiation, the strange man walked with his hands empty and his steps steady, as if he were walking in his own backyard.

That clean, fair face, in the eyes of these wasteland hunters struggling to survive, revealed a kind of bizarre and unconventional quality.

The oppressive aura emanating from him, almost tangible, was even more suffocating than the overwhelming horde of beasts outside.

With each step forward, the soft sound of footsteps struck the hearts of everyone like a heavy hammer.

Roar!
The remaining three reptiles sensed extreme danger.

They abandon their original prey, arch their backs, and roar at the uninvited guest, trying to intimidate it and keep it away.

Fang Cheng stopped and his gaze suddenly swept over the monsters.

next second.

boom!
He stomped down hard with his left foot, and the hard floor tiles instantly shattered into dust.

Using this terrifying recoil, he left a trail of afterimages in mid-air and vanished from the spot.

Before the nearest reptile could even open its gaping maw, Fang Cheng had already appeared before it.

There are no unnecessary moves.

Fang Cheng's right hand shot out like lightning, his five fingers gripping the monster's slimy jaw like steel bars.

The thigh muscles tensed instantly, and the waist twisted abruptly.

Hiss!

The extremely brutal sound of flesh being torn apart echoed throughout the hall.

With a single-handed effort, Fang Cheng ripped the nearly half-ton mutated beast, along with its jaw and half of its spine, off its torso.

Steaming hot, dark blood, like a ruptured high-pressure water pipe, was poured onto the floor in a fan shape.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the still twitching wreckage aside like trash.

Almost at the same moment, the second monster seized the opening, leaped up from behind, and lunged straight at Fang Cheng's neck.

Fang Cheng didn't even turn his head.

His right leg, like a pile driver brimming with hydraulic pressure, suddenly lashed backward.

boom!
Heavy military boots were firmly imprinted on the monster's head in mid-air.

The violent physical force kicked its hard skull, along with its brain matter, directly into its chest cavity.

Its massive body flew more than ten meters away like a cannonball.

Then it crashed hard into a concrete pillar, exploded into a pile of mangled flesh, and slowly slid down.

In just three breaths, he killed two mutated beasts with his bare hands!
If we include the one that was pierced by the steel pipe, a total of three monsters, whose defenses were so impenetrable that even guns could not penetrate them, died on the spot.

The entire underground hall fell into a deathly silence.

The four members of the hunter team were completely stunned and remained speechless.

The last reptile hiding around the corner of the passage witnessed the tragic fate of its companion.

It let out a terrified whimper, and its scales trembled violently.

Immediately, the bloodthirsty monster tucked its tail between its legs, frantically slid its limbs across the dusty floor tiles, and turned to flee desperately toward the entrance of the passage, not daring to look back.

It seemed that the terrifying horde of beasts outside, capable of crushing him into mincemeat, was far safer than the empty-handed man before him.

Fang Cheng did not chase after him.

He casually flicked the blood off his knuckles, then turned around and looked down at Kyle, who was lying on the ground.

Kyle stared blankly at Fang Cheng.

Beneath the gas mask, the weathered face froze completely, even the rise and fall of his chest abruptly halted at that moment.

Not far away, Loken, clutching his bleeding shoulder, stared at the man who was killing with an air of nonchalant ease, as if looking at a god or a monster.

Pike scrambled to his side and crawled away, his mouth agape, unable to utter a sound.

The boy, barely a teenager, stared intently at Fang Cheng, his pupils slightly contracting.

He had clearly recognized the man tearing the monster apart as the stranger he had encountered during his reconnaissance.

That madman who lights a fire and grills meat alone in the city ruins, oblivious to the harsh environment around him!
Parker felt a chill run down his spine and up to the back of his head.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly realized that the person was starting a fire in the territory of the mutated beast horde, which was not a reckless act.

Rather, it was because the other party, deep down, didn't take those monsters that could easily wipe out a hunter squad seriously.

Kyle and the others standing nearby had never seen Fang Cheng before.

But they were equally shaken. There were no protective suits, no gas masks.

Relying solely on pure physical strength, they blast monsters apart, unleashing overwhelming violence.

These few seconds of footage completely shattered their understanding of the word "human".

"Thank... thank you..."

Kyle swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He leaned against the broken security screening machine, his legs trembling, and slowly forced himself to stand up.

Then, he lowered his proud head, the head of an elite hunter from Iron City.

Faced with the absolute power displayed by this man, their proud combat skills seemed as laughable as children playing.

Only by surrendering without reservation can one show respect.

Fang Cheng looked at Kyle, who was bowing and bending over, with no expression on his face.

He then dusted off his hands and spoke in a calm tone:
"I'm not familiar with this place, I need someone to show me the way."

Upon hearing this question, Kyle felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and his whole body relaxed.

"Yes, sir, I am very willing to be your guide."

He was about to express his gratitude and report the route of the underground passage to this powerful figure.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng frowned slightly and gestured for silence.

He then turned his head, his gaze passing over the monster's remains on the ground and landing directly on the entrance to the dark passage.

The dull tremors emanating from the ground disappeared at some point.

The beast horde, which was roaring and charging wildly outside the passage just a moment ago, seemed to have had its neck snapped instantly, leaving not a sound.

The entire wasteland world seemed to have fallen into an abyss in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely cold wind rushed into the underground hall from the entrance of the passage.

This was no ordinary wind; it carried a deathly chill that seemed capable of freezing all the senses.

The pungent smell of sulfur and the strong stench of blood that had filled the air were completely stripped away by this eerie cold wind.

The temperature in the hall plummeted.

Kyle, who had just straightened up, suddenly shivered.

To his horror, he discovered that the volcanic ash accumulating in the cracks between the floor tiles was visibly condensing into a layer of pale frost.

The exhaled hot air, before it even had a chance to dissipate, turned into ice shards and fell down in a flurry.

Kyle held his breath, his eyes fixed on the direction of the passage entrance.

Beyond the faint halo of the flashlight, a black mist, deeper than darkness itself, was silently spreading along the ground.

The mist churned and rolled, as if it were a living creature wriggling.

"It's a black monster!"

Parker forced a gasp from his throat.

The voice conveyed an even greater fear than when facing mutated beasts.

"It's over...they came in with the storm!"

Loken clutched his injured shoulder and hurriedly took a few steps back, not even daring to pick up the rifle lying to the side.

In the wasteland, every hunter knows an ironclad rule.

Physical weapons are completely ineffective against these ghosts wandering in the storm.

If they touch a living person, their flesh and blood will be frozen and drained instantly, turning into a pile of ashes that drift in the wind.

The black fog spread extremely quickly.

The first to be hit was the reptile that Fang Cheng had nailed to the wall with a steel pipe.

The billowing mist had just enveloped the massive, still-bleeding body.

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The wounds that were once gushing hot blood and the hard blue scales instantly lost all color, turning gray and withered.

Immediately afterwards, the nearly half-ton remains of the mutated beast collapsed into a pile of grayish-white dust, like a weathered sand sculpture, and scattered on the floor tiles.

Deep within the fog, four eerie shadows slowly emerged.

They have no physical form, no facial features, and their shape resembles a human silhouette that has been forcibly stretched and distorted, floating half a foot above the ground.

As they approached, the already dim light in the underground hall seemed to be completely swallowed up.

An extreme cold swept in, and even the air seemed to stop circulating.

Ira, sitting against the wall, looked even paler, her lips pressed tightly together.

She felt her heart beating slower and slower, as if her blood was freezing in her veins.

Fang Cheng's gaze remained calm.

Looking at those shadows that flickered in the mist, I couldn't sense any fluctuations in their energy or blood.

Instead, he sensed an extremely chaotic and intense negative mental fluctuation.

"An energy entity that survives by absorbing life energy..."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he muttered to himself.

He took a step forward, firmly blocking the four nearly desperate wasteland hunters.

He then took a deep breath, his chest slightly expanding.

The pure yang energy in his dantian, like a dormant volcano, exploded completely at this moment.

hum-

A resounding, trembling sound, like thunder, echoed through the empty underground hall.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden flame suddenly ignited on Fang Cheng's body.

The intense, yang energy instantly created a golden barrier with a radius of three meters, enveloping Kyle and the others.

This is the embodiment of the "Primordial True Domain" pushed to its extreme.

The intense heat radiated wildly in all directions, and the waves of fire distorted the air in front of them.

The approaching pale frost vaporized instantly upon contact with the heat wave.

The astonished looks on Kyle's and the others' faces.

The man, dressed only in thin clothing, suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light.

In this boundless dark night filled with death and cold, it was like a golden sun rising out of nowhere.

The dazzling light, with its extremely ruthless force, instantly evaporated the approaching thick fog and dispelled the fear in Kyle and the others' hearts.

That domineering yet warm aura transformed into a rolling heat wave, forcefully penetrating their bodies and causing their nearly frozen blood to boil again.

Even Ira's severely depleted mental energy was miraculously relieved under the sunlight.

She stared wide-eyed with delight at the dazzling man.

Despite being in the center of the light, Fang Cheng remained completely calm.

It was as if they themselves were fuel, transforming into a torch that illuminated this wasteland world.

Four figures, referred to as "black monsters," halted their advance outside the circle of light.

Their forms twisted and undulated in the darkness, emitting a shrill scream that did not belong to any living being.

It seemed to want to forcefully break through this barrier and devour fresh flesh and blood.

Yet, faced with this supremely yang and powerful flame, and filled with an instinctive fear, it drifted in mid-air, caught in a dilemma. (End of Chapter)