Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 170 Battle Between Two Armies
Lead-gray smoke churned at the horizon like a violent sandstorm, each grain of dust seemingly carrying the hoarse roars of zombies.

Thousands of rotting bodies were piled up and crammed together, their jagged joints turning bluish-black in the sunlight.

They moved with unsteady but orderly steps, pressing towards the silver mound.

The army of superhumans was already lined up in front of the base. The palms of the ice and fire superhumans glowed faintly, while the enhancement-type warriors gripped sharp alloy blades.

At this moment, everyone was nervously watching the direction of the zombie army, and no one dared to relax their breathing.

Two thousand meters, one thousand meters... The dark figures in the smoke and dust became clearer and clearer, and the soldiers at the front line could already smell the putrid stench wafting in the wind.

"attack."

Inside the makeshift command tower at the rear, Chen Jie, the base commander of the state capital, spoke with a serious and solemn tone.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the binoculars, the lenses reflecting the zombies covering the mountains and fields, his eyes colder than the biting winter.

No sooner had he finished speaking than three fighter jets burst out of the base's airspace, their engines whirring through the air.

The bombs under the wings fell towards the horde of corpses with a sharp whistling sound.

The next second, flames suddenly exploded.

Orange-red flames, carrying rubble and rotting flesh, shot into the sky. The roars of zombies were torn apart by the explosions. Large numbers of bodies carbonized and disintegrated in the high temperature, and a blank space was blasted out in the smoke and dust.

Someone in the superhuman army gasped, but the gasp lasted only a moment.

Shi Xichen stood on the broken building behind the horde of corpses, his black trench coat fluttering in the wind.

He looked at his fellow human beings falling in the firelight, his cold face expressionless.

But the gloom churning in his eyes grew ever stronger.

They actually dropped bombs?

With these things, you think you can repel his zombie army?

It’s just a dream!

The next second, he raised his hand, his fingertips shimmering with almost invisible fluctuations of mental energy.

The pilots in the fighter jets had already put on headgear to protect against mental attacks.

That was a protective barrier created by humans from the crystal core of a psychic zombie, which could effectively block the mental attacks of psychic ability users.

But they didn't expect that their opponent was not an ordinary zombie.

He is the first and only god-level superhuman on Earth.

It is the strongest zombie besides Ye Qiumian, a cultivator.

The highest level of superhuman ability currently available to humans is only level nine, and no one can rival him.

At this moment, Shi Xichen's mental power was like an invisible sharp knife, easily piercing through the hood's defenses and directly penetrating the pilot's sea of ​​consciousness.

He instantly took control of all the pilots in the fighter jet.

Immediately afterwards, the out-of-control fighter jet drew a strange arc in mid-air.

The bombs under the wings gleamed coldly. The nose of the plane, which was originally aimed at the zombie army, suddenly turned around and faced the formation of the superhuman army.

The expressions of the superhumans on the ground changed drastically. The hands of the superhumans gripping their weapons clenched tightly, and they trembled slightly with anger.

Damn zombies, they've taken control of the pilot in the fighter jet.

Shi Xichen hung on the broken building, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

The mental force controlled the pilot like a dense net, the control stick was held firmly by an invisible force, and the red light of the bomb release button had already lit up.

He could almost see the scene of flames engulfing the human superhumans in the next second.

Those ants who once forced him to flee in a sorry state will finally pay the price!
Just then, a pink and white shadow swept across the battlefield.

A giant lotus petal slowly emerged and hovered in mid-air.

The petals are as clear as jade, with a faint golden sheen at the edges.

Ye Qiumian sat in the center of the petals, her plain white dress fluttering in the wind, a wisp of almost invisible spiritual energy gathering at her fingertips. She made no extra movements, simply raising her hand and waving it gently.

hum!
A transparent barrier of spiritual energy suddenly unfolded, like an invisible giant wall, blocking the fighter jets and the army of superhumans.

The fighter jets slammed into the barrier with a dull thud.
The fuselage shook violently, but could no longer move forward.

The red light on the bomb release button flashed a few times before finally going out.

The pressure of spiritual energy directly interfered with the fighter jet's mechanical systems.

Shi Xichen's smile froze instantly.

It was her?!
Upon seeing this woman, the image of him fleeing in a disheveled state suddenly flashed into Shi Xichen's mind.

Previously in Lincheng, he led small zombies to attack several times, and his brain was almost destroyed by her mental power.

On the highway, he controlled zombies to take revenge, but the zombie horde was wiped out by her and her team.

In the end, he and Nengming fled in a sorry state.

Every time he encountered her, he fled in a sorry state.

Shi Xichen clenched his distinct fingers into a fist, his knuckles turning bluish-white.

But the next second, he let go, a hint of arrogance mixed with a touch of crimson in his eyes.

This time is different.

He has broken through to the god level and is the first god-level superhuman on Earth.

Human ability users can only reach level nine at most. Even if she is a mental ability user, how could she be stronger than a god?

"Woman!" Shi Xichen's voice, carrying a tremor of spiritual power, resounded throughout the entire battlefield, "You were lucky to win against me before, but this time I will not lose!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Xichen intensified his mental output.

Since the fighter jets can't get through, there's no need to keep these pilots around.

An invisible spiritual force churned within the pilot's consciousness, becoming more ruthless and vicious than before.

This time it's not about control, it's about direct destruction.

"what--!"

The piercing screams came from the fighter jet's communicator and were clearly transmitted to everyone's ears through the public channel.

The pilot of the first fighter jet slammed onto the control stick, and the jet lost its balance, plummeting to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

The second pilot's pupils were dilated, and his hands were flailing wildly. The fighter jet crashed diagonally into the mountainside next to him, exploding in a burst of fire.

The pilots of the next few fighter jets used their last bit of strength to try to climb.

The excruciating pain in his sea of ​​consciousness caused him to completely lose consciousness, and the fighter jet, trailing a long plume of black smoke, crashed into the open space in front of the superhuman army.

The loud crashes of fighter jets echoed one after another, filling the air with smoke and dust.

Shi Xichen stared coldly at the falling fighter jet, his dark eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He looked up at Ye Qiumian in mid-air, a provocative smile playing on his lips: "You can stop fighter jets, but can you stop my mental power?"

Ye Qiumian sat on a lotus petal, her expression remaining calm.

She glanced at the pilot being carried away by rescue workers on the ground, then looked up at Shi Xichen, her fingertips swirling with spiritual energy: "Whether it can be blocked or not, you'll know once you try."

The stench of decay, along with the howls of zombies, filled the air.

Lin Yue huddled among the corpses, her pale gray skin radiating deathly aura in the smoke and dust.

The surrounding zombies were pushing forward, their jagged claws scratching at the air, and unconscious growls rumbling from their throats.

Only she, at this moment, was like a statue that had lost its soul, staring intently at the sky.

Lin Yue recognized Ye Qiumian the moment her pure white figure landed on the flower petals.

It's her, it's Mianmian!