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

Chapter 171 She is not dead

Tears welled up without warning, streaming down Baihui's cheeks and splashing onto his blood-stained clothes.

She wanted to laugh, but could only manage a stiff smile.

She was so excited she wanted to jump up, but her limbs felt like they were being held by invisible threads, and she could only move mechanically along with the horde of corpses.

That's great! Mianmian isn't dead! She really isn't dead!

After their last meeting at school, the apocalypse struck, and she lost consciousness after being bitten by a zombie.

When I woke up again, the world had completely changed.

She became the monster she feared most.

These days, she followed the zombie horde, watching her fellow humans tear human bodies apart and seeing blood stain every city red.

Every time she saw it, she struggled in agony.

She was afraid that Ye Qiumian wouldn't be able to escape the zombies, and that she would never see Ye Qiumian again.

I'm even more afraid of seeing her like this.

At this moment, Ye Qiu Mian was right in front of her, so close.

They were so close that they could see the lines and patterns on the hem of her clothes, and so close that they could smell a strange scent that cleared her mind somewhat.

"Mian... Mianmian..."

She instinctively tried to shout, but her throat felt blocked, and she could only make hoarse, breathy sounds.

Those two words stuck in her throat, burning her eyes even more.

She suddenly covered her mouth, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Although she no longer felt human pain, her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, causing her so much pain that she almost curled up.

She mustn't shout!

He is now a zombie, an enemy attacking a human base.

Mianmian is a superhuman, and she was the person she once most wanted to rely on.

How could she shout out?

How could I let Mianmian see my ugly, death-covered appearance?

Lin Yue slowly lowered her hand, her fingertips still bearing traces of grime from her palm.

She shrank back, hiding herself even more, revealing only a pair of tear-filled eyes that stared unblinkingly at the figure in mid-air.

The standoff between Shi Xichen and Ye Qiumian continued, the aftershocks of the crashing fighter jet had not yet subsided, and the footsteps of the zombie horde grew ever closer.

But Lin Yue didn't care about any of that. At this moment, her world consisted only of that white-clad figure sitting on the lotus petals.

That was the only light that illuminated her in the darkness.

The smoke and dust hadn't cleared yet, but the atmosphere in the control tower was even more tense than before.

At this moment, Chen Jie's hand holding the binoculars suddenly paused.

The image reflected in the lens instantly froze on Ye Qiumian's pure white figure.

He could see the barrier that had blocked the fighter jets just now very clearly.

It's neither an elemental shield for superpowered individuals nor a physical defense for enhancement types.

It was a transparent barrier with a warm golden glow, which withstood the impact of the fighter jet without even a crack.

"Who is this person?" Chen Jie's voice was filled with undisguised surprise, his gaze fixed on the air.

He was familiar with the superhumans in both the Silver Mine base and the state capital base, and had even met more than a dozen level-nine powerhouses.

No one has ever been able to do that, single-handedly stopping several out-of-control fighter jets.

He had barely finished speaking when two excited whispers rang out from the side, almost simultaneously:

"Sister Ye!"

Chu Qingyang and Nan Shaohua took two steps forward, their eyes shining brightly.

The tension he felt facing the horde of zombies vanished without a trace, replaced by an indescribable elation. Nan Shaohua even clenched his fists, his voice brimming with surprise: "Sister Ye actually came!"

Ye Qiu Mian heard their voices, and the lotus petals floating in mid-air turned slightly.

She looked up toward the command tower, her cool expression devoid of emotion, and simply nodded slightly toward their position.

Chen Jie was stunned, then turned to the two people beside him: "You know her?"

"It's more than just knowing her!" Nan Shaohua said urgently, speaking rapidly, "Before coming to the state capital base, we were always following Sister Ye. She's not a superhuman..."

He paused, then emphasized, "She's a cultivator, the kind whose strength is ridiculously high!"

"Immortal cultivator?"

These three words struck Chen Jie like a thunderbolt, leaving his mind reeling.

After the apocalypse, he had heard of superhumans, zombies, and mutated beasts, but he had never heard of the term "immortal cultivator."

It's not in the history of Earth, nor in the legends of history.

This was simply beyond his comprehension.

But thinking back to the spiritual energy barrier from earlier, and the way that person floated on the lotus petals, Chen Jie felt that she might really be a cultivator.

He subconsciously looked up at the sky. Ye Qiu Mian had already turned back to Shi Xi Chen. Although her figure was thin, she was like an insurmountable wall, blocking the zombie horde and the human army.

This cultivator is from their side.

Realizing this, Chen Jie's tense shoulders relaxed a little, and the knuckles gripping the binoculars finally regained their color.

When Shi Xichen was maneuvering his fighter jet to counterattack, he almost thought the defense line was about to collapse.

Now that there is a cultivator standing on the side of humanity, even facing a horde of millions of zombies and god-level zombies, it seems that victory is not impossible.

"That's great..." Chen Jie said softly, his voice filled with excitement.

Outside the command tower, the footsteps of the zombie horde grew closer and closer, like muffled thunder.

Meanwhile, in mid-air, the confrontation between Ye Qiumian and Shi Xichen was already tense and ready to fight.

The provocation in Shi Xichen's eyes instantly froze into ice spikes.

He originally thought that Ye Qiu Mian would be wary of him because he was a god-level zombie king, but her cold eyes showed no fear and even a hint of scrutiny.

That look was as if he were looking at an ant that overestimated its own strength.

"court death!"

Before the low shout had even finished, Shi Xichen's mental power suddenly erupted.

It was no longer the intricate spiderweb controlling the fighter jet, but transformed into a sharp cone imbued with deathly aura, carrying the pressure of a god-level superhuman, piercing straight towards Ye Qiumian's sea of ​​consciousness!
He used 70% of his strength in this attack, enough to instantly tear apart the mental defenses of a level nine ability user, turning them into a mad, crippled person.

However, the next second, his mental spike struck an invisible barrier.

That was Ye Qiumian's consciousness.

There was no golden light, no strange phenomena, only a gentle yet unbreakable barrier, like a reef in the deep sea, unmoved by the raging waves.

The moment the sharp spike of consciousness struck, it was silently dissolved without even causing a ripple.

Even Shi Xichen's sea of ​​consciousness felt a stinging backlash.

"How can it be?!"

Shi Xichen took a sudden half step back, his scarlet pupils filled with disbelief.

He is god-level!

His mental strength had already surpassed that of all living beings on Earth, so how could he be so easily blocked by a superhuman?
It didn't even stir the hem of the other person's clothes!
The panic lasted only a moment before rage overwhelmed his reason.

He whirled around and roared at the exceptionally tall figures in the horde of corpses behind him, "Attack! Tear her to pieces!"

Roar--!
Three deafening roars rang out, and three level-nine zombies charged out from the horde.

Their bodies were covered in dark purple scales, and their sharp claws gleamed with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

As the top combat force in the zombie horde, they have torn apart the bodies of countless superhumans.

At this moment, under Shi Xichen's control, it pounced straight at Ye Qiumian, who was in mid-air.