Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
His body began to disintegrate, with blood constantly flowing out, yet his eyes remained especially calm and resolute.
The Blood-Erosion Alligator Dragon stood in front of him, the towering Blood River blocking the approach of the Lizardman ghost masks, steadily neutralizing the immense river.
The Mother Worm stood at the forefront, mental energy continuously spreading, fiercely assaulting the ghost masks, scattering their energy and markedly slowing their advance.
The Insectoid Titan, dragging its healing metal body, swung its six arms, delivering a Shock Impact directly upon the ghost masks, fracturing them by a third and halting them mid-path.
Seeing this, Langmuluo became even angrier. If it weren't for Xiliye being so useless and killed first, had he an additional corporeal body, how powerful could his burst of strength have been?
How could he possibly be so restricted?
And this world, the level of Spiritual Energy is too low, far too low.