I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Chapter Ninety-Eight: A pincer attack

Lei Yunting could hardly believe what he was hearing. What had she just said?

No? You're not allowed to act on your own?

His brain raced, and after confirming that this was the meaning he understood, even he felt a slight surge of anger.

"What I, a commander, do is none of your business! Even if you're a ninth-rank commander, you didn't get there this way!"

Years of military training allowed him to conceal these emotions well; after all, no one could ignore the opinion of a ninth-level expert.

If Yan Shan were in this situation, he would also choose to carefully listen to opinions rather than act unilaterally.

Lei Yunting said calmly, "Lord Yinhe, I believe you are well aware that it is a pipe dream for us, with only a hundred people, to annihilate the enemy. The base must have emergency escape routes. The only way to solve this once and for all is to bury them all under the mountain. I don't understand why you want to stop me."

“We have people down here.” Mu Mu’s words easily shut down Lei Yunting’s prepared rebuttal.

But he quickly realized what he meant and questioned, "I don't recall approving any plans for deep-penetration operations, do I?"

He clearly remembered that all the plans he had made were carried out on the ground, and he had never mentioned going inside the base. How did someone manage to get in?

Mu Mu had no way to explain, because Yan Ziming had pursued the plan deep inside without being informed, even though he knew about it.

I thought Yan Shan had already spoken to Lei Yunting, but it seems he hadn't.

We can only resort to using someone else's name to make a big deal out of it.

"Didn't the Marshal tell you? One of my main purposes in coming here is to rescue someone."

"........"

Thinking about it carefully, the marshal did seem to have instructed him to cooperate with Mu Mu and Yan Ziming's actions as much as possible, but he didn't specify what he should do. He thought the marshal was reminding him not to treat them as real subordinates.

Moreover, there is a prerequisite before that: to annihilate the remaining members of the Singer's faction as much as possible, and this is a matter that cannot be compromised.

"If that's the case, why didn't you inform me sooner? It's too late to change the plan now! Our objective in this encirclement and suppression operation cannot be achieved!"

"I'm sorry about that."

Well, although I couldn't see a trace of guilt on Mu Mu's face.

Anyway, Yan Ziming is down there, and she would never agree to the military blowing up this underground base. After all, Yan Ziming is not a god. Being pressed down by an entire mountain range, it would be difficult for her not to die.

Even if it means standing on the opposite side of the military, I would resolutely disagree.

Lei Yunting was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he was furious beyond control.

Even if you're a ninth-tier player, you can't play like this. This battle can't be considered a true victory unless we annihilate the remnants of the Singer organization.

"To make up for this loss, I'll go in and wipe them out myself. You guys just guard the places where they might come out."

Mu Mu wasn't doing nothing; she had to take responsibility for her own mistakes, and pushing everything onto others was simply not her style.

They're just a bunch of small fry. I can just go in and wipe them out while I'm at it. It can also help me find people. Why not?

Mu Mu casually tossed something into Lei Yunting's hand.

It is a map.

"This is the map I just found on those guys. It should mark the escape route. You can arrange your own men."

Having said that, Mu Mu took a step and entered the boundless void.

"Wait—" Before he could finish speaking.

Mu Mu left too quickly, not giving him any time to think. She had already gone down; how could he possibly forcefully detonate the Flowing Flame?

Without Mu Mu needing to investigate afterwards, Yan Shan dismissed him from his post!

Staring blankly at the map in his hand, he thought that the other party must have been having a meeting at that time and brought the map with them, which is why eight high-level ability users suddenly appeared.

Isn't this a case of finding a new path after a dead end?

Lei Yunting quickly directed the now-available teams to guard the escape exits and decided to report to Yan Shan.

However, when he connected the signal, it wasn't Yan Shan's voice that came through. Unlike Yan Shan's deep and steady voice, this voice was like a gentle spring breeze.

"If you have anything to say, please tell me."

Having served in the military for so many years, he recognized the voice of Huang Tao, one of the pillars of China, and subconsciously asked, "Senior Huang Tao, is it you...?"

"The Marshal is currently fighting the enemy, and I am temporarily in command. If you have anything to say, please speak with me."

He quickly recounted what had just happened to Huang Tao, who rubbed his temples, looking troubled, and said:

"Let's do as Mu Mu says, there's no other way for the time being anyway."

"Yes!"

Lei Yunting hung up the call, muttering to himself with a headache, "Seriously, what a mess this is!"

.............

Lightning surged from his palm, bursting forth in a dazzling bolt of lightning that incinerated the last sixth-tier ability user to ashes, thus ending the battle.

Unable to find a place to hide, they ended up fighting. Yan Ziming killed all of them in about thirty seconds.

However, Yan Ziming doesn't have much time left. It's inevitable that he'll be discovered, and if he can't find Ye Qianxue soon, his hopes will truly be slim.

"Qianxue, oh Qianxue...where are you?!"

After quickly changing locations, Yan Ziming traversed the intricate tunnels, moving away from the previous place and beginning a new round of exploration.

Yan Ziming believed that with Xiao Ze around, her efforts were definitely not in vain.

That's what she hoped for.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded ahead again, but there were only a few, seemingly just one.

"one?"

Yan Ziming hid in surprise and suspicion. Anyone who dared to act alone was either an idiot or had absolute confidence in their own abilities.

The footsteps grew closer.

Because the view was from above, Yan Ziming could only see the top of the other person's head, who appeared to be a gentleman.

But the next moment, Yan Ziming's heart skipped a beat.

She saw that the man suddenly raised his head and stared straight at her.

Yan Ziming quickly moved to the side, and almost at the same time, the place where she had just been was twisted beyond recognition; if she had been a step slower, she would have been crushed to death.

"Who is it? Oh, it's you. This is our third, no, fourth meeting, isn't it? Miss Yan Ziming, it's a pleasure to meet you again."

"I'm not happy at all... You're really persistent."

The hand holding Raicher turned slightly white; he had encountered the very thing he least wanted to happen.

"Baror... If you know what's good for you, get out of my way!"

“I’m sorry, this is not possible—” A straight line suddenly appeared on Barol’s neck, and his voice stopped abruptly.

"If you can't do it, then die," Yan Ziming said coldly.

Then, the blue-purple phone kept ringing. Yan Ziming wasn't naive enough to think that he could kill this 'Nendoroid' with a single Raikiri strike, so he delivered a fierce finishing blow.

The electromagnetic barrier reacted.

Yan Ziming turned around and lightly flicked the Thunder Cutter, sending a palm-sized object flying back. The powerful force sent Yan Ziming flying dozens of meters before he regained his footing and looked ahead with a serious expression.

"The younger generation is truly formidable; I never expected to find such a young eighth-tier lightning-type ability user..."

An old voice came from the darkness, but the voice could not be heard.

Chapter Ninety-Nine

Shaking his slightly numb hands, Yan Ziming assumed a fighting stance, staring intently at a shadowy spot ahead, ready to pounce.

The opponent must be at least an eighth-tier cultivator to be able to force me to retreat.

It's a pity, though. If things had continued at that pace, Barol would have died in another ten seconds or so.

The man who had just been blasted into a puddle of mud by her had returned to normal and did not seem to be in any discomfort, which greatly disappointed Yan Ziming.

Barol twisted his neck, which had just been severed, and said with a headache:

"Oh dear, how could you just start hitting such a beautiful woman like that? It would be very ill-mannered."

"It's much better than you, you hypocrite. You also used a sneak attack, didn't you?" Yan Ziming shifted his gaze.

"Hey you hiding over there, come out here and let me see who you are."

Thump thump thump........

It didn't sound like footsteps.

Yan Ziming had assumed the man would be a spirited young man, but it was clear that he was not as rude as Yan Ziming had thought—he was a robust old man with short, ocean-blue hair, deep eyes with a hint of turbidity, and in his hand was a weapon carved with the head of an unknown ferocious beast.

His temperament was exactly the same as that of Lance.

However, the roots of his short, azure hair had turned a streak of white, inevitably revealing his aged appearance.

Yan Ziming narrowed his eyes.