Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 253 The Devil Squad Arrives! Who is the Old Hunter?
Thirteen black lights struck down from the sky, forming a protective shield, and the smell of rancid asphalt rushed into everyone's nostrils.

Robert Drake crushed a mutant mouse, the dark red cuticle of the Abyss vampire glowing in the moonlight.

The devil squad landed on the outskirts of the Umbrella Corporation's seventh experimental area, and the collapsed steel bars of the viaduct told of the former prosperity of this place.

"The city map has been synchronized." William Li's psionic barrier filtered the T virus aerosol, and a holographic projection unfolded in front of everyone. "The Zhongzhou team has controlled three subway hubs and the main entrance of the hive."

Fu Ming's Qingming Sword was hanging at his side, and the blade reflected the zombies wandering on the street. "The Zhongzhou team must be at the bottom of the hive. Zhang Jie, confirm the range of the mental shield."

"The radius is 800 meters. The opponent's mental controller is not strong. It should be Zhan Lan with the first-level gene lock." Zhang Jie's clone wiped the magazine of the revolver, and his eyes behind the sunglasses swept across the newcomer's light column. "The Yinzhou team set up a barrier in the museum as their territory."

Among the three newcomers, a man wearing glasses was measuring the cracks on the asphalt road with his fingers.

He suddenly squatted down, pulled out half of a zombie's arm from the concrete rubble, and used his fingernails to accurately dig out the ganglion: "The T virus has been iterated more times than the version provided by the Lord God. It has been improved at least three times, and the zombies have mutated."

"Shut up, newbie!" Victor's entropy double blades pressed against the back of the man with glasses' neck, but were bounced off by the telekinetic barrier before touching the skin.

Zhang Jie's clone raised his hand: "This man is a clone of Chu Xuan." His telekinetic tentacles wove a protective net around Chu Xuan's clone. "The three members of the Demon Team combined are no match for his tactical deduction chain. He is definitely a top-notch wise man."

Chu Xuan's clone ignored the blood on his neck and extracted fluorescent green liquid from the zombie's arm. "I think my original body should have done a lot of work, at least mutated the zombie." He looked up at Fu Ming, "I have two pieces of news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?"

Since Fu Ming was nearly killed by Meng Yao's parasitic beast, the Alien Queen, his heart of Taoism was half broken and his personality also changed. He said patiently, "Whatever."

Chu Xuan's clone smiled: "My furthest memory is when the Zhongzhou team returned to the reincarnation space after the last Scream. There was a 'virus' in that team."

"What is a virus?" Zhang Jie's clone asked curiously, "There is only one old man in my Zhongzhou team. He has been used in many horror movies. The Lord God didn't copy him, which means his potential is average."

“No, no, no.” Chu Xuan’s clone waved his hand: “You are wrong. The Lord God didn’t copy him, it’s definitely not because his potential is average, but…”

Chu Xuan said mysteriously: "The level of the hand behind him is higher than that of the Lord God."

Everyone was confused and had no idea what Chu Xuan's clone was saying.

Chu Xuan's clone didn't care whether these people could understand him or not. He continued, "The speed at which the Zhongzhou team's virus evolves is far beyond my original imagination. It can even be strengthened in the dungeon. According to preliminary estimates, the time period of a horror movie ending is enough for the virus to evolve several times."

Robert said expressionlessly: "What do you want to say? The Zhongzhou team has an extremely strong person? Do you understand my strength? Yellow-skinned four-eyed?"

Chu Xuan's clone waved his hands without any emotion, "Please do as you please. It's obvious that we are not in the same group."

Robert was about to get angry when his roar was interrupted by a vibration coming from the ground.

Fifty Tyrant test subjects broke through the road!

Robert's expression was extremely crazy: "Hahahaha! There's an idiot controlling the Tyrant to give away points! Darlings! Brush!"

As he spoke, his hands transformed into three-meter-long thorn chains, tying up the five wandering Tyrant test subjects into metal dumplings!
The vortex of the abyss condensed in the palm of his hand, and the tyrant bound by chains was like a doll falling into a black hole, his armor plates and bones being twisted into spiral residues.

As the monitoring inside the Tyrant was interrupted, Chu Xuan, who was in the operations room, adjusted his glasses: "Preliminary inference is that he is at the peak of the third stage to the beginning of the fourth stage. More test results are needed for the details."

"So strong!?"

Zhang Jie, who was also watching the screen, was confused, "What happened to the Devil Squad? The last time we encountered them in the Alien, there was no such white man!"

Chu Xuan analyzed expressionlessly: "There are many possibilities. The number of horror movies given to them by the Lord God has soared. They used props from a certain world to revive their former powerful teammates. This white man named Robert had a good foundation when he copied the past. There are dozens of possibilities."

"But no matter which one it is, we can't hide from it now."

On the street, William Li's psionic barrier shrank into a pentagon at the moment the tyrant charged, cutting the street into a precise slaughter grid.

His pupils reflected the coordinate data like a star map: "The left side is up to you, Jack."

"Just what I want~" The bandages of the Flesh Priest cracked, and the tumor with a humus smell rolled onto the asphalt road.

The three wandering zombie corpses suddenly stood up with convulsions, their chests split into mouthparts like carnivorous plants, and pounced on the ten tyrants pouring out of the subway entrance.

As the self-destructing aberration hugged the tyrant's titanium knees, Jack snapped his fingers—Cthulhu's whisper turned into infrasound waves that swept across the battlefield, and the five tyrants' heads exploded like eggs in a microwave.

"Stop making so much noise!" Robert Drake's holy hand pierced through the chests of the two tyrants, and the vortex of the abyss condensed into a black hole in his palm.

The Tyrant's armor plates, bound by chains, were twisted into a pretzel shape and were sucked into the void along with the control chip in the electronic brain.

"The seventh one." He licked the blood that splashed on the corner of his mouth. The thorny chain had already entangled the eighth tyrant.

Justin's wailing chariot rolled over the ruins of the convenience store, and the wheels of his frozen tears of despair left icy tracks on the road.

The dead tongue chain marked the tallest tyrant, and the monster suddenly froze in place. When the chariot crushed it into a metal pancake, a blood-stained crystal appeared on the pendant around Justin's neck: "Yohoo! I like the gift from the Zhongzhou team!"

"Don't overdo it!" Colvin's plague syringe pierced into the Tyrant's elbow joint, and the Rust Mother Virus spread along the hydraulic pipe.

The biological weapon worth tens of millions of dollars turned into reddish-brown iron filings within ten seconds and was turned into smoke by Victor's entropy energy double blades. The assassin was dancing to a strange rhythm, and every time the blade pierced the tyrant's spine, the target would be weakened by 10%.

When the tenth knife pierced like raindrops, the tyrant died suddenly, and his shadow step had moved to the back of the next prey.

Chu Xuan's clone stood behind the burning newsstand, silently watching the fight between the crowd.

The mechanical plague doctor Colvin laughed as he turned on all the valves of the medicines. Mercury vapor and the virus mixed into a yellow-green cloud.

Jack's flesh vine took the opportunity to wrap around the tyrant's ankle, and Justin's chariot completed the last round of crushing and harvesting. When the smoke cleared, Fu Ming's sword energy was nailing the last tyrant's remains into the ground. Amid the humming sound of the Qingming Sword, Chu Xuan's clone nodded silently, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

He walked to the nearest tyrant, squatted down, picked up the half of the undestroyed pinhole camera, and his pupils flashed with wisdom: "Main body, you are indeed watching here."

Through the camera, the original Chu Xuan and the clone Chu Xuan looked at each other. Chu Xuan, who was in the operating room, had a smile on his face that didn't belong to an artificial intelligence. He whispered, "Clone, you have a team of wild boars, which is enough for you to use your intelligence."

Chu Xuan continued to smile: "Unfortunately, I have a mechanical Tyrannosaurus Rex"

An hour later, Fu Ming's team, which had separated from the White Team, arrived at the Umbrella Corporation.

The golden flying sword hung three inches in front of the honeycomb alloy gate, and the sword body hummed like a dragon's roar.

Chu Xuan's clone stood behind the flying sword holding a laptop, with data streams for cracking the protection system flowing on its lenses.

A hundred meters away, Zhao Yingkong's Cook's purple-bladed dagger was stuck upside down in the ground, and the blade reflected a cold light.

Zheng Zha's original body, Cook's two swords hung at his sides, and the perception of the first-level gene lock spread out like spider silk.

Zhang Heng's Kuk'in bow was half-drawn, with the arrow pointing at the shadow under the feet of Chu Xuan's clone. Sweat dripped from the chin of this new archer.

Suddenly! The hairs on the back of Zhang Heng's neck suddenly stood up!

The telekinetic tentacles of Zhang Jie's clone were silently passing before his eyes, and the cold light of the revolver in the clone Zhang Jie's hand flashed by the edge of the rooftop.

Fu Ming looked at the position where the three members of the Zhongzhou team were and muttered, "Shushan's sword can never cut off cause and effect."

Not to mention the three members of the Zhongzhou team who had never dealt with Fu Ming, even Zang Ting and Dio Brook, who had been teammates with Fu Ming in seven horror movies, could not understand what this guy Fu Ming was saying.

"Zheng Zha!!!"

After seeing the original body, the copy Zheng Zha could no longer control his emotions. He took a step forward and was about to fight with the original body!
"Be patient." Fu Ming casually threw out a piece of burning talisman paper, which flew and stuck to the back of the clone Zheng Zha, instantly fixing it in place.

"Very good! Stop me! Stop me! I want to torture this damn selfish guy. I want him to see all the members of his team die!"

Zheng Zha looked at someone who looked exactly like him and was suddenly confused.

But he knew that this couldn't be a skill like Transfiguration, because there was no need for the other party to demonstrate it in front of him.

Thinking of the information about the clones that Fang Yu mentioned, Zheng Zha frowned and asked, "What grudge do we have?"

The eyes of the clone Zheng Zha instantly turned red, and fire seemed to be spewing from his eye sockets. His body trembled violently with anger. He was immobilized by the talisman and could not move forward. He could only stare at the original Zheng Zha with hatred and roared, "You ask me what my grudge is? You selfish beast! When you were not strong enough, you actually created Luo Li and put her in danger!"

"You did it for your own selfish desires! You clearly know the horror of this space, but you still want to create it. Don't talk about moral principles, you are just doing it for your own animal desires! You beast!"

His voice became hoarse due to extreme anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Those damn white pigs, they insulted and tortured Luo Li, trampled on her like a toy! And I, because I was not strong enough, I didn't even have the ability to protect her, and I was beaten seriously by them. Now I am alive, and I act according to other people's wishes! I live like a dog!"

At this point, the face of the clone Zheng Zha was full of pain and unwillingness, tears flowed uncontrollably, mixed with the hideous centipede scar on his face, looking particularly terrifying: "You are the culprit of all this! I have seen Luo Li's desperate eyes and heard her miserable cries for help countless times in nightmares, but you are here at ease! Under Fang Yu's protection, you are enjoying the pleasure of becoming stronger in this infinite world!"

His chest rose and fell violently, he gasped for breath, and continued to roar: "I will let you have a taste of losing everything! Today, you just stand here and watch your team being slaughtered, just like I watched Luo Li die in front of me!"

Zheng Zha was confused.

Holding the double Kuk'in weapons, he took a step back: "I, I didn't think so much."

"It's too late to say anything." The clone Zheng Zha put away his emotions and looked back at Fu Ming: "Give me my original body."

Fu Ming did not respond, as if what his temporary teammate had suffered could not cause him the slightest bit of trouble. Fu Ming spoke towards the gate, "Orphan of the Zhongzhou team, how have you been since we last saw each other?"

As Fu Ming's voice fell, the v50 mark on Zhao Yingkong's shoulder suddenly flashed, and the next second, a handsome man in black sportswear appeared in the center of the battlefield!
Zang Ting's eyes widened: "So fast!"

"No! It's not that he's fast! He..." The mental controller Dio Brook didn't quite understand.

He didn't feel any of Fang Yu's mental power at all. The latter seemed to be refreshed. He came in an instant without any warning!
The clone Zhang Jie reminded: "This is the Flying Thunder God created by Senju Tobirama in Naruto. Be careful of the V50 mark. He can reach any place with that mark instantly. Be careful that this guy may attack us from behind."

"Oh." Fang Yu looked at the replica of Zhang Jie and felt it was very strange: "It feels like I'm looking at a traitor. I don't know why."

The clone Zhang Jie said with a soldier's fortitude: "To each his own, sorry."

Fu Ming interrupted at this moment: "I never thought that the kid who played tricks on the Zhongzhou team has grown to such a level now. Flying Thunder God? It's a bit difficult to kill you, but if all your teammates die, you can't afford the penalty of team points deduction, right?"

Fang Yu nodded: "That's right."

The fake girl Zang Ting, who had been staring at Fang Yu with hatred, suddenly lost her temper: "You damned fellow made me lose a precious resurrection cross! This time you have the guts to fight me in a one-on-one duel! I will kill you and remove the demon in your heart!"

"Zang Ting, don't be stupid." The clone Zhang Jie reminded: "Since he has learned Flying Thunder God, he must have other fierce attack methods!"

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm no longer the same as I was before! I can now transform into an element! No matter how fast his Flying Thunder God is, can he catch up with me?"

As she spoke, Zang Ting flew out on the wind, "Boy! If you have the guts, come and fight me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a feather marked with v50 flew towards Zang Ting.

Zang Ting didn't take it seriously at first.

Until you see the dark metallic luster on the feathers.
She suddenly realized a terrifying problem
Damn, this couldn't be Armament Haki?
(End of this chapter)