The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 782 Crisis
"Black Hawk Squad? The lowest-ranking ability users in their team are at least Tier 3, and they were almost wiped out?"

"Yeah! That place is really weird, with chaotic energy fluctuations and hordes of high-level zombies. If you don't have real skills, you're just going to your death..."

Roger listened quietly, his eyes gleaming.

He had learned from the fake Beast God that energy stones usually appeared in heavily polluted worlds, and the more polluted a place was, the more likely it was to produce energy stones.

Therefore, he had to see this place for himself!
Without further hesitation, he blended into the shadows of the ruins and sped northward.

Along the way, he encountered a group of superhumans whose attire and aura were clearly more imposing than those of ordinary humans.

Roger followed them silently.

The journey was more dangerous than expected; the closer they got to the canyon, the higher the density and strength of the zombies became.

However, that team of superhumans was quite strong. They used fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, and ground spikes in turn, but they still paid the price of two people being injured before they managed to advance to the edge of the canyon with difficulty.

Roger observed their attacks, noting that they resembled their innate abilities but were significantly weaker physically.

Before they knew it, Roger had effortlessly followed them into the canyon.

Inside the canyon, a gray-black fog lingered, obscuring most of the view.

In the mist, countless twisted figures swayed indistinctly, accompanied by low, suppressed roars.

Beneath the cliff at the deepest part of the canyon, a soft yet penetrating light, like a lighthouse in the darkness, quietly exudes an alluring yet dangerous aura.

The source of that light was a black stone, about the size of a fist, embedded in the rock wall. It was smooth and lustrous, with a liquid-like halo flowing inside!

The rocks around it were crystallized and infused with energy, and the air was filled with a pure energy so dense it was almost impossible to dissolve, yet it was strangely mixed with the putrid smell of zombies.

"What is that?" A lightning-type ability user's eyes blazed with fanaticism.

"Boss, all those high-level zombies are surrounding that rock. There's definitely something fishy about that rock."

"Who cares about any tricks? We'll know once we get our hands on it."

"But... there are too many high-level zombies around!" A wind-type ability user looked with some fear at the increasing number of scarlet eyes in the mist.

"What's there to be afraid of!" the crew-cut man said arrogantly. "They're all low-level creatures without any intelligence. Let's concentrate our firepower, lure them over, and take them out slowly."

"Think about it, if we can take care of all these high-level zombies, our strength will increase by at least one level."

Moreover, that stone seems to have more energy, which they might be able to absorb as well.

At that time, they will be able to roam freely throughout the entire apocalypse!
The several superhumans were aroused by this promising prospect, their fear suppressed by greed, and they began to nervously plan their attack.

Their plan was very successful, eliminating nearly half of the high-level zombies.

But they were also at their limit.

"Big brother, I've already used up most of my superpower."

"Me too, it would be very dangerous to continue like this."

"That's all for today. We'll continue tomorrow and find a place to camp and rest."

After the leader of the superpowered individuals finished speaking, he suddenly looked diagonally forward.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" the leader of the superhumans shouted sharply, his gaze shooting like lightning towards the pile of messy rocks at the entrance of the canyon.

Roger hid there, intending to wait until these people had dealt with all the zombies before reaping the benefits and taking the energy stone.

But the other party was clearly quite vigilant.

"Not coming out? Playing tricks!" A superhuman sneered and raised his hand to unleash a blazing fireball.

"boom!"

The fireballs collided, scattering sparks everywhere.

Roger slowly emerged from the shadows, his expression calm, his brown eyes indifferent and unwavering in the firelight.

"So there was a rat following along." The leader of the superhumans saw that Roger was alone and that no strong superhuman energy fluctuations could be sensed from him, and immediately showed a contemptuous look. "Trying to get something for nothing? Don't you know your own limitations?"

"Big brother, why waste your breath on him? I'll take care of him!" A short, stocky earth-type ability user next to him urged impatiently.

"Alright, kill it." The leader of the superhumans waved his hand casually, as if dealing with an insignificant insect.

The law of the apocalypse: the strong prey on the weak.

For these superhumans whose humanity has been largely eroded by the fighting, eliminating potential competitors is a matter of course.

In an instant, lightning flashed, fireballs roared, and wind blades whistled as several attacks simultaneously enveloped Roger!
These attacks are quite powerful, enough to instantly obliterate ordinary survivors or even low-level superhumans.

Roger could have easily dodged it.

But at the moment the attack was about to hit him, a thought suddenly arose in his mind: to test the superpower attacks of this world and see how much damage they could cause to him, who had been tempered by energy stones and had already reached the Red Rank.
Even if he is injured, the energy stone can help him recover.

So he simply turned slightly to the side, avoiding the most threatening lightning core and wind blade trajectory, and chose to take a fireball and a few scattered arcs of electricity head-on with his shoulder and arm.

"Bang! Sizzle!"

Flames exploded, and lightning flashed.

The expected excruciating pain and burns did not occur.

The seemingly ferocious fireball, upon contact with his skin, had most of its energy seemingly slid away and dissipated by an invisible barrier. Only a very small portion penetrated, causing a slight stinging sensation, without even leaving a red mark.

Those arcs of electricity seemed to disappear into thin air, only causing his arm to go slightly numb for a moment before returning to normal.

Roger looked down at his unharmed arm, a knowing glint in his eyes.

The supernatural energy of this world seems... not to cause much harm to someone whose energy is highly condensed in their body.

"how is this possible?"

"He's fine!"

The other superhumans were all horrified, as if they had seen a ghost.

Their combined attack was enough to instantly kill an ability user of the same level, yet this person so casually withstood it without a scratch!

What kind of monster is this?

The contempt on the leader's face froze instantly, turning into extreme shock and vigilance.

He abruptly took a step back, lightning gathering in his hands once more, and shouted sharply, "Friend! Impressive! We misjudged you. You want the crystals, right? We can share some with you!" As he spoke, he subtly made a hand gesture.

After exchanging a few glances, the figure of a thin man with the ability to become invisible suddenly disappeared, silently circling behind Roger.

The other superhuman, Roger, made a fist with both hands, and an invisible energy chain quietly solidified beneath Roger's feet.

Roger seemed oblivious to their suggestions and subtle maneuvers, simply standing quietly, as if evaluating the situation.

"Attack!" The leader of the superhumans roared, a fierce glint in his eyes.
In an instant, Roger felt his feet and wrists tighten suddenly, as if he were being bound by something!
At the same time, a gust of wind swept from behind him, and a cold, sharp blade slashed fiercely toward the back of his neck!

(End of this chapter)