I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

"Sister, my dear sister, please don't look at me like that. Although it feels quite nice to be stared at by you, my dear sister..."

Ye Qianxue swayed her body shyly, her face full of coquettishness. If you ignored the content of her words, she was quite charming.

Yan Ziming nearly choked on his own words. What did he mean by "camerasing"? He was just looking at his precious little sister with innocent eyes!

Perhaps feeling that he would be branded with some strange attribute if things continued this way, he grabbed Ye Qianxue's face and pulled her to the side as a lesson.

"Stop telling dirty jokes. How are you feeling? If you're alright, then we'll have to go back and collect our spoils."

"Hmm! No problem!"

When it came to the spoils, Ye Qianxue got excited and immediately stood up, striking a pose that said, "I'm full of energy." However, Yan Ziming pressed her down to the ground and examined her as usual.

She frowned.

As expected, this was too much of a burden on my younger sister. Even the strongest body shouldn't be abused like this. Next time, I'll reduce the intensity a bit.

"Big sister, let's go back and check!" Ye Qianxue said anxiously.

The important thing is to get back to the explosion site as soon as possible and see how badly that SSS-class creature was damaged. If we delay any longer, we may face a situation where we are surrounded and attacked by a group of enemies.

If it really works out, then this will be their first kill!

To fight and kill an SSS-level enemy without even being a ninth-tier being is something that will surely be recorded in history.

He led Yan Zimo into the corridor, which then plunged into the void, traveling at a speed far exceeding that of before, and returned to the place they had been before.

"Wow, I dare say there aren't many ninth-tier cultivators who can unleash an attack like this, right? Nobody disagrees?"

Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue looked down at the scorched earth, secretly astonished.

At the center of the explosion, a bottomless crater several kilometers in diameter appeared, and the land tens of thousands of meters outward was scorched black. The soil layers were turned upside down several times, and some landmarks that originally existed there were completely destroyed.

They quickly searched for their target, looking around. When Ye Qianxue spotted one spot, she exclaimed, "Found it!"

About two kilometers ahead, there was a dark, indistinct object. If the surrounding area hadn't been leveled, it would have been easily missed.

Its size was clearly different from before, having shrunk by a third. Yan Ziming even doubted whether he was seeing things, but upon closer inspection, he realized that he was not mistaken.

This is the same cowardly old man who had been hiding in the shadows, too afraid to come out. He was an SSS-level being, comparable to a ninth-tier being, and his strength was extremely powerful. But now he was lying there like a dead dog, covered in injuries.

As soon as they got close, the floating weasel (tentative name) moved, unleashing a devastating attack, its crimson eyes flashing with an ominous light.

It's going all out, launching a desperate counterattack.

Yan Ziming dared not be careless. The mutated species' last-ditch counterattack was the direct cause of the casualties among the superhumans, accounting for more than 40%. They were all dragged down by the mutated species at the last moment of victory and died together.

boom!

Yan Ziming threw out a spear of victory, intending to kill the guy as quickly as possible with the strongest firepower!

At the same time, Raiichi appeared in her left hand, wielding several huge light blades that crushed the enemy with the force of a raging sea.

After such a fierce explosion, the floating weasel's defenses were greatly reduced, so it naturally dared not confront Yan Zimo's ferocious attack, which was comparable to a ninth-tier weapon. After dodging several times, it fell into a disadvantageous position.

However, after dodging several times, Yan Zimo changed his tactics. The light wings on his back shone as brightly as a blazing sun, and he traveled through the world at an extremely fast speed.

Its intuition told it that this would be an incredibly fierce attack. In its prime, it would not have taken it seriously, but it was currently at its weakest.

Knowing that it was likely doomed, the floating weasel charged forward with incredible speed, smashing a light blade with its body before suddenly exhaling a cloud of air and retreating instantly.

boom

The air mass exploded around Yan Ziming, causing the heavens and earth to tremble violently and deafeningly. Cracks appeared in space, and the violent explosion added new wounds to the earth.

Before the floating weasel could even come to a stop, its body was pierced through by a corridor that suddenly appeared from the void. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, leaving a large hole in its body, and it was sent flying sideways.

call out--

A flash of light streaked from the epicenter of the explosion, and a burst of blood erupted from the Floating Weasel's head. The crimson light in its eyes dimmed, and it thrashed weakly in the air a few times before plummeting to the ground...

"Big Sister!" Ye Qianxue quickly rushed to Yan Ziming's side and helped her steady herself. Her right leg had been severed during the floating weasel's dying counterattack and was currently regenerating.

"Phew... Good grief, even when I'm almost dead, it's still so persistent!"

Despite saying that, Yan Ziming was not actually surprised.

How could the desperate counterattack of an SSS-level mutated species not be dangerous?

Even if it's severely injured, it can still fight to the death against several SS-class enemies!

After this floating weasel was severely injured, its threat level was comparable to the Watcher that Yan Zimo had faced before, and it was still above the eighth rank.

Fortunately, Ye Qianxue assisted her today; otherwise, her body would probably have to be reconstructed again to wear it down.

"Quickly dig open its head and see if there's an SSS-grade obsidian crystal, hurry!"

"Ooh!"

Ye Qianxue excitedly ran over, tore open its head, but found nothing.

If it doesn't have a head, then there's probably not much hope; it's not a sequence-level device.

But Ye Qianxue was unwilling to give up. Under Yan Ziming's strange gaze, she used spatial cutting to cut the floating weasel's head into thousands or hundreds of unequal pieces. As they expected, their joy was in vain.

"Ugh! I'm so angry!" Ye Qianxue stomped her feet in exasperation.

Yan Ziming wasn't too disappointed, because she discovered that the nuclear radiation in this scorched land had completely disappeared and been eradicated.

She estimated that about 200 square kilometers had been purified. Although it was still far from 5,000 kilometers to a single S-grade obsidian crystal, the advantage was that it could be thrown away at will!

If there's enough energy, then you can just smash these 'supernovae' at will, right?

In this wasteland full of dangers, maintaining sufficient internal energy is of paramount importance for survival, but Yan Zimo has never known the meaning of waste!

For her, energy is the cheapest thing.

If we can just drop 'supernova' bombs at will, the target of 5,000 square kilometers is a piece of cake.

Thinking of this, Yan Ziming's gaze toward Ye Qianxue became even more aggressive, almost tangible, putting Ye Qianxue in a strange cycle—wanting something more exciting, yet too shy to admit it.

Ye Qianxue shouted sweetly, "I've already told my older sister not to ogle me! Qianxue is going to call the police!"

Yan Ziming looked at her expressionlessly, "Then go ahead and scream. No one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."

Seeing that Ye Qianxue looked like she really wanted to scream her lungs out, Yan Ziming's lips twitched, and he added:

"Or, if you call out, then I'll never spoil you again, okay?"

"Well!!!"

Ye Qianxue choked back a sob, and finally, like a woman who had been thoroughly humiliated, with tears in her eyes, she placed her hand on the buttons of her clothes as if she were being coerced by the villains, and unbuttoned the first one.

"Please, please be gentle (sobs)..."

Yan Ziming: "..."

55. Foreign aid

"That's... all done?"

Bei'an Military Administrative Region, Sheng'an City.

Inside the military officer's detention room, a man in military uniform stared at the cocoon of light before him, his incredulous expression looking utterly comical.

This man's military uniform is significantly different from that of currently serving soldiers in China; he wears two general stars on his chest, signifying his rank as a major general.

“Yes, that completes it, General Doyle.”

Beside him was another person in military uniform, but this person was wearing a Chinese military uniform, with pine-green shoulder boards adorned with gold branches and three gold stars.

Because China's military rank system differs from other countries, there is no rank of 'brigadier general', so three gold stars already indicate the rank of general.

Generals are extremely rare in every era, and those who can attain this rank are by no means ordinary people.

This person is Li Haoyi.

General Doyle, who was standing next to him, was an eighth-tier superhuman from the United States. He was only forty-one years old and already held the rank of major general.

However, when he stood in front of Li Hao, who was even younger than him, he put away his usual arrogance, because in terms of strength and military rank, he was no match for the other party.

Moreover, they need someone's help.

A few days ago, an eighth-rank general in the United States was found to be showing signs of mutation. If he cannot hold on until the transformation takes place, the United States will lose an important eighth-rank combatant.

Eighth-tier warriors are the strongest combat force below the ninth tier, and no country would ever want too many of them.

In today's challenging environment, losing an eighth-level ability user is a tremendous loss.

Just when they were in a state of panic, they remembered a message from someone in the intelligence department that claimed that China's recent calm was not normal.

This 'calm' refers to the aspect of alienation.

Although the peak of the mutations has passed and there are not as many mutated individuals as at the beginning, they still appear every now and then, seriously threatening national security.

Furthermore, there will be occasional major incidents, such as the mutation of high-level superhumans.

As Bai He said at the beginning, one to two out of the more than 700,000 people with superpowers worldwide will be affected by the mutation.

Of these 700,000+ superhumans, only about 1,600 are high-level superhumans, accounting for only about 0.3%.

Even in a very small percentage, this situation can still occur.

The appearance of each S-rank or higher mutant species represents the death of at least a sixth-rank superhuman.

What people from all countries fear most is the mutation of their own high-level superhumans. It's like cutting off flesh and scraping bone; no one wants to lose a high-level superhuman.