Immortal in The Apocalypse

Seeing Zhu Lin using her sword formation, Xiu Wu stood in front of her and circulated the devil energy around his body.

Although he already regained all of his cultivation back, Xiu Wu could not exert even one percent of his full strength due to the limitations of his physical body. But even so, he could still fight against these high-ranked zombies as long as he was careful. After directing the devil energy into his fingers, he moved his fingers as if swinging a sword.

Swish~ Swish~ Swish~

With every movement of his fingers, countless invisible space blades cut off the heads of those high-ranked zombies like cabbage. When Xiu Wu stood in front of her killing zombies, Zhu Lin muttered under her breath: "Sword Killing Formation, the third move. Sword Dance."

As soon as she finished speaking, the formation lit up, and divine energy surged out of the formation, forming countless ice swords, hovering above her and Xiu Wu. Zhu Lin held the sword stuck on the ground and continued to inject divine energy into the sword while she calmly controlled the ice swords.

Swish~ Swish~ Swish~

With a thought, the ice swords flew towards the zombies and aimed at the zombies’ heads.

Sitting on the shoulders of the handsome young man, the little girl pursed her lips and said, "Elder Brother, I want those swords. When they move like they are dancing, they are so beautiful."

After saying this, the little girl’s eyes darkened. The corners of her lips raised, and she said slowly: "Ting Ting likes beautiful things. When they are destroyed, they will always stay beautiful forever. Like Elder Brother Haozhan..."

After hearing her words, the young man glanced at the little girl, then thoughtfully looked at Zhu Lin who was controlling the ice swords to slaughter the high-ranked zombies. He stared at her for a long time, then grabbed the little girl and put her down on the ground. Before the little girl could say anything, he disappeared from there and appeared behind Zhu Lin.

Just when the dagger in his hand was about to touch the back of Zhu Lin’s neck, Xiu Wu teleported and appeared between the two of them. Xiu Wu held the dagger between his index and middle fingers, raised his leg, and kicked the young man hard in his abdomen. The moment Xiu Wu kicked him, the young man’s eyes flickered, forming a windshield in his abdomen, protecting his body.

Crack! Bang!

When Xiu Wu’s kick collided with the young man’s body, he heard the sound of his ribs breaking. As he flew backwards like a kite with its string broken, he controlled the wind around him. In the air, he stabilized his body, and landed on the ground. Because Xiu Wu’s kick was too powerful, his body was still pushed backwards after landing.

The young man tried to slow down his body with his left hand, and gritted his teeth as blood seeped out from the corners of his lips. When he stopped, he knelt on one leg and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Cough!"

Wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, the young man stood up and looked calmly at Xiu Wu who was staring at him. Then he looked at Zhu Lin, who still controlled the ice swords and fought against high-ranked zombies. As if he had made up his mind, he turned his gaze back to Xiu Wu and held the dagger tighter.

Noticing his small movement, Xiu Wu’s eyes darkened and he thought to himself: ’A little guy dares to challenge me? He is too naive.’

Thinking like this, before the young man could take action, Xiu Wu’s fingers moved. The young man saw the movements of Xiu Wu’s fingers and instinctively set up a wind barrier around his body. Unfortunately, he guessed wrongly that Xiu Wu had the same wind ability as himself.

Different from the usual use of space blades when fighting zombies and mutants, Xiu Wu used other skills this time. Possessing combat type space system ability and born from the chaos energy as the Devil God, Xiu Wu’s understanding of time and space far exceeds that of ordinary people. He did not use his abilities as weapons, but directly controlled space and time with his ability instead.

Following the movements of Xiu Wu’s fingers, the space at the young man’s neck was distorted. At that moment, the young man felt a chill running down his spine and instinctively squatted down.

Rip~!

Hearing the sound of tearing above his head, the young man looked up and saw that the space where his neck had been was torn apart for a second, then shrank back again as if nothing had happened.

Cold sweat dripped down from his chin, and then the young man looked at Xiu Wu with a hint of fear in his cold eyes. Just now when he looked into the darkness through the cracks in space, he seemed to see something he shouldn’t have seen.

The young man covered his heart with trembling hands and couldn’t help but gripped his clothes tightly. He opened his lips, stared at Xiu Wu, and asked, "Who are you?"

Hearing the tremor in his own voice, the young man frowned slightly, but still stared at Xiu Wu warily. Knowing that the identity he asked was not his identity as a mortal, Xiu Wu looked into his eyes and said coldly: "You don’t need to know."

Hearing his answer, the young man’s brows furrowed deeper, because this was not the answer he wanted. Seeing that the young man was distracted, Xiu Wu said, "I advise you, don’t be distracted during the battle."

As soon as he said these words, the hairs on the young man’s body stood in the end instantly. Having grown up on the battlefield, the young man’s body instinctively warned him about the incoming danger.

Rip~! Rip~! Rip~! Crackled!

Before he could take another breath, the young man suddenly lay on his back on the snow, and the space thirty centimeters above his body was split open.