After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

However, after the excitement of feeling the changes in his body, he was overwhelmed by fatigue.

Both physically and mentally, to be honest, I haven't had a good night's sleep for a long time.

The residual heat of the fire gradually dissipated, Qin He leaned against the rock wall, his eyes closed uncontrollably, and his breathing quickly subsided.

Qin He did not sleep well that time. The endless darkness was as thick as ink that could not be dissolved. Even his breath was filled with biting cold. Every breath was like inhaling ice chips, scratching his throat and making it sore.

"Where is this...?"

As soon as the vague thought came to mind, a deafening roar exploded in my ears.

The sound wasn't that of a human or an animal, but rather the simultaneous wails of countless resentful souls, mixed with the sharp crack of breaking metal, drilling deep into his eardrums. Qin He wanted to raise his hands to cover his ears, but his limbs felt heavy as lead. Every movement required every ounce of strength. There wasn't even a hint of warmth at his fingertips, only a cold stiffness spreading through his meridians.

In the darkness, a few scarlet spots suddenly lit up, without any specific shape, just like a red-hot iron embedded in an ink cloth, gradually connecting into one piece, revealing a heart-wrenching malice.

They were approaching slowly, without clear steps, but the air became stagnant, and the oppressive feeling was like a huge rock pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He wanted to mobilize the new strength he had gained from tempering his body, to clench his fists and strike out with even the slightest force, but it was as if all control over his body had been drained away. Only instinctive fear surged in his chest. It was that battle he could no longer recall. His foundation was destroyed, his divine weapon shattered, his memories lost...

"Quickly retreat..."

The hoarse cry got stuck in his throat. Qin He took a step forward suddenly, but the ground under his feet was not solid, but a sticky, cold liquid. As soon as he stepped into it, he was sucked in tightly, as if countless invisible hands stretched out from the liquid, trying to drag him into the endless abyss.

He lowered his head and could only see some broken metal fragments floating in the liquid, with a familiar luster and the edges stained with a dark red that had long since dried up. That was his blood.

Suddenly, a soul-tearing pain came from my heart. When I looked up, a huge crack seemed to have opened up at the end of the darkness, and more scarlet surged in. It had no fixed shape, but it carried the aura of destroying everything. Wherever it passed, even the darkness was distorted and dissipated.

"kill!"

I don’t know whose roar it was, maybe it was himself, or maybe it was a companion who had long been destroyed.

Qin He suddenly felt something heavy in his hand, with a familiar coolness and weight.

He subconsciously clenched his fist and swung it towards the scarlet. There seemed to be a flash of golden light, and the scarlet in front of him dissipated briefly, but the next second, more scarlet rushed out from the huge crack, densely blocking all vision, leaving no trace of a gap.

He began to swing and block mechanically. His arms were numb from the shock, and the pain gradually subsided, leaving only his strength slowly fading away.

Every time he swung the weapon, it seemed as if all his strength was drained away, and the faint light on the weapon grew dimmer and dimmer.

He didn't know how long he had been killing, he only felt that the cold liquid around him was getting thicker and thicker, and he had countless wounds on his body without knowing when, and the blood dripping into it didn't even cause a ripple, and was swallowed up in an instant.

The scarlet light was getting closer and closer, and the roars were getting louder and louder, like countless hands strangling his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Suddenly, a darker crimson rushed towards him, accompanied by a loud blast that broke through the wind. Qin He instinctively raised his weapon to block it. With a clang, a crack appeared on his weapon.

He spurted out blood and his body fell backwards like a kite with a broken string, falling into the cold liquid. The liquid instantly rushed up, blocking his mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to breathe.

The rich scarlet color came closer step by step, bringing with it a suffocating sense of oppression.

He wanted to struggle, but found that his limbs had lost feeling. He could only watch as more scarlets surrounded him. The weapon in his hand shattered into countless pieces with a "crack" and scattered into the liquid, leaving no trace.

Despair overwhelmed him like a tide. He tried his best to gather the last bit of strength, but the scarlet was already within reach. The breath of death, wrapped in cold malice, clung to his skin.

At this moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the liquid, and his eyes turned scarlet, exactly the same as the lights chasing him.

……

In the cave, Qin He's brows were twisted into a knot, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he unconsciously uttered a few words in his sleep.

His knuckles were clenched white, his chest heaving violently, and in the moonlight, a faint scarlet light seemed to flash beneath his tightly closed eyes, like the lingering shadow of a nightmare, or like some unspeakable omen, lurking quietly in the darkness.

The next moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar, blood-stained and twisted face appeared before Qin He. He spoke anxiously and loudly, but Qin He's ears were buzzing like thorns, and he could only hear a few vague words intermittently: "Eternal life... Demonic possession... Death..."