The cleanup work has been completed.
All of the coral island’s resources were placed in front of Chen Feng. There weren’t many guns, only a little over a hundred, while most of the living supplies consisted of cigarettes and fine liquor, and the food comprised dried fish.
These were the only resources on the island.
Chen Feng waved his hand, and those who participated in the battle divided up the belongings of these hundreds of people.
This island was even more barren than imagined.
Not every leader of a faction had the foresight, nor were there researchers like Du n everywhere. Aside from a few self-sufficient forces, most lived in poverty in this chaotic land.
There’s sothing else.
This faction lacked any rules.
From top to bottom, everything operated like beasts, acting according to their whims. Look at the guards, and then glance at the robbers gambling in crowds, a strong air of laxness pervades everywhere.
Chen Feng dismissed his transford appearance; originally bright red, he slowly turned black.
During the slaughter, so blood splattered onto Chen Feng, but he didn’t feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, he sniffed, feeling an indescribable sweetness at the tip of his nose.
Things were getting out of hand.
Chen Feng frowned, finding the stench sweet. This situation had persisted for a long ti.
In most people’s noses, the sll of blood was pungent, but to Chen Feng, it was more delicious than any food in the world.
This indicated that the demon bloodline in his mind had changed him. In a certain sense, to continue suppressing that madness, more lives had to be slain.
One life used to be enough, but in such a complicated situation, a single life was no longer sufficient, as evident today; only after killing four people did Chen Feng feel a hint of satisfaction.
The cold sea breeze blew in.
Chen Feng stood on the rooftop of the stronghold, gazing at the distant sea. His expression remained unchanged, looking as if he were wearing a mask. Only the most attentive observers would notice his fingers trembling slightly.
An abhorrent feeling.
Chen Feng hated this feeling.
It made him, at tis, not recognize himself, as if he had beco a different person, his body completely out of control.
Slaughter.
More slaughter.
What was frightening was that with continued slaughter, Chen Feng’s inner self would one day face a collapse. Then, the bloodthirsty personality would completely take over, becoming a completely different character.
Repeated slaughter bred violence in his heart, a battle of wills.
Chen Feng had to make so changes.
Blazing Demon.
Chen Feng’s power ca from an Abyss creature through a Blood Sacrifice. He only obtained a small part of the Demon Bloodline, so now, to fully control this power, he needed to devour the heart blood of a Blazing Demon to avoid being affected.
Legendary Tier!
The Blazing Demon was a veteran Lord whose power had surpassed Gold, becoming a Legendary.
To kill a Legendary-tier enemy?
If others knew, they would surely laugh at Chen Feng for dreaming, even if he had reached the Golden Tier. But bear in mind, there’s a qualitative difference between Gold and Legendary.
The forr has flesh and blood, but when one reaches the Legendary tier, even without eating, they can absorb the energy from the air to sustain their body’s needs.
Chen Feng had co this far, starting as an ordinary Summoner. Everything he did seed to challenge fate, and although it appeared arrogant, who could have thought he would succeed? Not only did he gather six Summoned Beasts, but he also established the Order, this immortal city.
Legendary tier?
Is it really that strong?!
Chen Feng’s path to ascension had just begun. Soday, he would step into the Legendary tier, and by then, the so-called Blazing Demon would beco a re stepping stone under his feet.
The word "impossible" does not exist in his dictionary!
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A strange city.
Outside the city, so zombies wandered around aimlessly. Before the apocalypse, they might have been low-level employees in a company, fashion leaders, or once-renowned heirs.
But now, regardless of their identities in life, they had beco mindless zombies, feeding on human flesh and thoroughly transforming into a horde of monsters.
While the outside was like that, inside the city walls was another world. Being near the coast, most of the food relied on seafood, resulting in a heavy fishy sll in the area.
One hundred and ten thousand people.
The population wasn’t large, but every human survivor was clinging to life.
This was a large fish processing plant. When the ships returned, the workers cleaned the seafood. The site was forrly an electronics factory and could accommodate nearly two thousand people. Unlike the hopeful Order, most people here appeared dull and listless, more akin to enslaved slaves than so-called residents.
Hunger and cold.
These were the people living at the bottom.
Every day, these people spent over a dozen hours in this factory. Aside from eating and sleeping, all their ti was consud here.
No rest.
No subsidy.
And no so-called fairness or justice.
The so-called safety zone was in fact a sinful city constructed by the top to satisfy their desires!
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A man sat in a chair.
He could have lived sowhere better, but he seed to like the fishy sll here, so he set up his base in the fishery.
Ghost Shark.
As the ruler here, the man’s face was lined with wrinkles, akin to the rough bark of a tree. Due to the unique nature of his awakened Talent, his power and life were derived from killing and oppressing. He had left his past behind. Unlike his ordinary forr self, he was now a city ruler, commanding the lives of tens of thousands.
A letter was in his hand, detailing everything that transpired on Coral Island.
The man sat in the chair, mottled shadows covering his face, making him appear sinister and terrifying.
Long accustod to witnessing life and death, and killing, they had long stepped into a state of corruption. Their hearts were as tough as stone, with no compassion or humanity.
He was the ruler here.
Also, the notorious Ghost Shark.
The power from afar had seized Coral Island, still acting all high and mighty, an unforgivable cri. Ghost Shark accepted their declaration of war. From now on, the war would officially comnce!
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