The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Watching Wu You's figure gradually disappear into the thick fog, Li Feng couldn't help but say, "Why do I feel like I've been taken advantage of? Do you guys have any clues?"

Peng Wanli shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the direction Wu You had disappeared in: "Judging from the direction she's going, is she heading to hunt down a lone eighth-tier corpse?"

Shen Qing also looked in the direction Wu You had disappeared and said softly, "Young people have their own ideas. Since she's said so, let's just wait for her here. It'll only be a short while anyway, so let's just take a break."

Hearing this, the other two nodded. Li Feng couldn't help but add, "It's good to be young, full of energy. But how can such a pretty young girl have such a murderous streak?"

"Heh, Lao Li, the way you talk makes it sound like you're not bloodthirsty." Peng Wanli glanced at him sideways, then turned his gaze into the depths of the thick fog. "But speaking of which, this girl is way too beautiful, almost inhuman."

The three landed on a flat, black rock and turned off the resonator to conserve energy.

Li Feng took out a cigarette from his trench coat pocket, lit it, and took a deep drag. White smoke rose in the dark red light and was slowly swallowed by the thick fog.

Peng Wanli squatted on the edge of the rock, his hands tucked into his sleeves, squinting his small eyes as he looked into the depths of the thick fog, like a squatting stone statue.

Shen Qing leaned against the protruding part of the rock, his eyes closed as if he were resting, but his ears were constantly twitching, picking up on the sounds around him.

After a while.

"Hiss—" Peng Wanli suddenly spoke, his voice very low, "Should we still go and check it out? What if something goes wrong? A genius of this caliber can't afford to get into trouble here."

Li Feng exhaled a puff of smoke, the smoke rings slowly spreading in the thick fog. He didn't answer directly, but thought for a moment before saying, "He just killed two eighth-tier corpse species. There are no groups of corpse species in this direction, and the eighth-tier corpse species are all alone, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

Shen Qing opened her eyes, glanced around in the thick fog, and said, "Let's wait two more minutes. If she hasn't returned by then, we'll go check again."

At this moment, Wu You's figure was rapidly moving through the thick fog in the direction Peng Wanli pointed.

The beam of light from the resonator swept a narrow path in front of him. Wherever the beam reached, black, damp swamps, jagged rocks, and twisted dead trees emerged from the darkness, only to quickly sink back into the thick fog after the beam moved away.

Before long, about a hundred meters ahead, a ferocious and enormous black shadow was slowly moving.

It was no longer in the form of a giant bird, but something heavier, like something crawling close to the ground. Its steps were slow, each one firm and heavy, the swampy mud beneath its feet making a dull gurgling sound.

An eighth-tier aura, and it was alone.

Wu You quickened his pace, his hand clenching loosely at his side. Starlight was drawn down from the still-existing star in the deep dark realm sky, condensing into a jet-black longsword in his palm.

The trail of starlight this time was very thin, almost invisible, but the aura of destruction was still just as cold and intense.

This time, Wu You deliberately suppressed the starlight, preventing it from spreading too far. At the same time, he compressed the sword intent of the Pivot Tribulation into the sword body, not allowing it to leak out in the slightest. He did not want to disturb his prey, nor did he want to make any more eye-catching noise.

The eighth-tier corpse quickly came into his view—a huge reptile covered in black carapace. It resembled a crocodile, but was several times larger, with short, thick limbs, claws deeply embedded in the mud, and a tail that dragged on the ground, carving a deep, bubbling furrow in the black swamp. Its back was covered with layers of carapace, each the size of a palm, with edges as sharp as knives.

Thick black mist swirled around its body, churning as if it were breathing.

Wu You did not hesitate. He twirled the Pivot Sword in his hand, its tip pointing directly at the head of the crawling creature.

Instead of using the long-range sword energy with destructive intent, he compressed his sword intent to the extreme, concentrated it at the tip of the sword, and then thrust it out.

This sword strike had no light, no sound, only an invisible and unstoppable destructive force.

The sword tip sliced ​​through the air without a sound; the blade swept across the thick fog without a ripple of air. It was like a silent black lightning bolt, striking its prey without a sound.

When the sword tip was less than a meter away from the crawling creature, it finally realized something was wrong. Its head suddenly lifted, its pale eyes widened abruptly, and its body instinctively tried to dodge to the side.

But it wasn't the type that excelled at speed; its body was too bulky, the swamp's mud was too deep, and its reactions were too slow.

As soon as it raised its head, it saw a pure black sword tip already embedded in its skull.

There was no roar, no rolling, no dying frenzy. It didn't even have time to struggle before its body began to disintegrate from the head down, from the smallest components, gradually turning into nothingness.

Carapace, flesh, bones, the surrounding black mist—everything was dissipating in an irreversible way.

From head to torso, from torso to limbs, from limbs to tail, the entire disintegration process took no more than three seconds. The enormous creature vanished from the world, leaving behind only a patch of mud crushed by its body, still slowly bouncing back.

Experience points +15000.

The watch vibrated, and the mission notification lit up: "Tier 8 Corpse Species, kill complete. Total kills: 3."

Including the two eighth-tier Lustful Corpse Species he had killed earlier, Wu You had now killed three eighth-tier Corpse Species. No matter how you look at it, his mission was complete.

He let out a slight sigh of relief, dispelling the Blade of Destruction from his hand. The starlight vanished from his fingertips, and the aura of destruction disappeared as well, as if it had never existed. A wave of intense fatigue washed over him.

Using the Pivot of Tribulation Sword Intent three times in a short period of time, even if the last sword strike was only used in a small, compressed area, still put a considerable strain on his body.

However, it is still within the tolerable range; at least for now, he can still stand and walk on air.

He turned around, with a hint of reluctance, and flew back in the original direction: Countless eighth-tier corpse species, wait for me, I will definitely come back.

The beam of light from the resonator traced a straight path through the thick fog, and his figure flickered within it, like a shooting star traversing the fog.

Two minutes later, he saw the flat, black rock and three figures standing up from it.

Li Feng stood up, casually tossed his cigarette butt aside, and looked at Wu You. Seeing that although Wu You's face was a little pale, he seemed to be in good spirits, so he didn't ask any more questions and simply nodded: "You're back? Let's go, the Dark Mist Tide will be coming soon if we're any later."

Peng Wanli jumped down from the rock, dusted off his pants, and said with a smile, "Little beauty, next time there's this kind of impromptu addition, just let me know in advance. If something happens to a genius like you, my heart can't take it." He patted his chest, looking terrified.

Shen Qing didn't speak, but simply nodded slightly to Wu You, then turned on the resonator, and the beam of light illuminated the road ahead.

Upon hearing Peng Wanli's words, Wu You's expression stiffened for a moment. He coughed awkwardly, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear in the quiet, thick fog: "Ahem, I'm a man."

Li Feng stopped in his tracks.

Peng Wanli's smile froze on his face.

Shen Qing's hand stopped on the resonator switch.

All three of them simultaneously focused their gaze on Wu You's flawless face: snow-white long hair, impeccable features, and an otherworldly, absolutely androgynous beauty.

They just felt that there were a lot of abnormal things happening today: an eighth-level creature under the age of 25 killed two eighth-level zombies, created that earth-shattering pillar of light, and now they were being told that someone who looked like that was actually a man.

Li Feng opened his mouth, then closed it again.

Peng Wanli scratched his head, his expression somewhat complicated.

Shen Qing was silent for a moment, then said softly, "...I'm sorry." His tone was sincere, but his gaze couldn't help but linger on Wu You's face and chest for a second longer.

Everyone fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, the four of them took to the air and flew towards the stronghold. Thick fog closed in behind them, swallowing all traces of this Class A danger zone.

Only the beams of light from the resonator traced four parallel paths against the dark red sky, like four shooting stars flying side by side.

Meanwhile, Hu Lie, who was waiting for everyone to arrive at the light gate of the stronghold, glanced at the group of pre-selection trainees who had returned.

His eyes searched the crowd several times, but he couldn't find that familiar figure. A hint of worry flashed in his eyes.

He glanced at his watch again. It was past one in the afternoon, less than twenty minutes before the Dark Fog Tide was due to rise.

To complete his mission, Wu You needs to hunt down seventh-tier zombies, which will inevitably require him to go to an A-level danger zone.

In the A-level danger zone, there are many eighth-tier corpses, and Wu You was already injured, so the stagnant energy in his body has not been completely cleared away...

Thinking of this, Hu Lie unconsciously clenched his fists.

His gaze shifted to Wang Qi, who was squatting at the corner of the city wall, puffing away on a cigarette.

"Wang Qi." Hu Lie waved to him.

Wang Qi turned his head and saw Hu Lie's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

He quickly froze the cigarette in his hand with the blue flame, then put it back in his pocket, and got up to go to Hu Lie's side.

"What's wrong, Uncle Hu?" His tone was still nonchalant, but his eyes had become serious.

Did you see Xiaoyou on your way back?

Wang Qi was taken aback: "No way. I haven't seen Lao Wu since we left the base." He thought for a moment, then added, "He has to go to the A-level danger zone, which isn't with us."

Then, Wang Qi realized something. He looked at his watch; it was 13:08, less than twenty minutes until the Dark Mist Tide.

He looked up at Hu Lie: "It's so late, hasn't Lao Wu come back yet?"

Hu Lie frowned and nodded.

Wang Qi fell silent. His nonchalant expression vanished, replaced by a solemn and worried one.

In his eyes, Wu You was very strong, but he was still only at the seventh level. The data clearly stated that there were an unspecified number of eighth-level corpses in the A-level danger zone!

With the Dark Fog Tide approaching, even B-level danger zones will become very dangerous, let alone A-level danger zones.

Just then, the portal in front of them rippled. The black mist surged violently, then parted to the sides, and a figure stepped out from within.

Noticing the commotion, Hu Lie and Wang Qi simultaneously turned to look at the portal.

A tall, thin, middle-aged man with a scar on his face stepped out of the portal. His trench coat was covered in black dust and mud, and a resonator hung from his waist.

It's not Wu You.

Hu Lie and Wang Qi's hearts sank at the same time.