Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

The desire for flesh and blood ultimately triumphed over the aversion to this strange power, and the mutants flocked to Yuwen.

In the nick of time, a huge eagle flew low, grabbed her clothes, and carried her to a tall building.

Exhausted, Yu Wenwen leaned weakly against the rooftop. She recognized the summoned creature and therefore offered no resistance.

The building is very tall, so mutants usually don't come up here.

"Are you still on the city wall?" You Wenwen asked.

The summoner controlling the eagle paused for a moment, then remained silent.

After looking around and seeing no danger, it disappeared from the spot.

"Wait!" Before she could call out to the other person, You Wenwen bit her lower lip, a strange sense of panic sweeping over her.

She got up and looked towards the city wall, her expression worried.

Hu Hai couldn't remember how long the black tide lasted; his arms were numb and congested from the impact of the cannon fire.

But he dared not stop for even a moment.

Moon City's ammunition had long been exhausted in the battles, leaving only the one in his hand, which he was struggling to keep going with his special ability.

Looking out, the black tide was dense and numerous, like locusts sweeping across a wheat field, sucking the marrow from bones along the way, and humans were cut down like straw, one crop after another.

The guards and soldiers were forced to fight with melee weapons and mutants. Even though they managed to hold out for a while under Yuwenwen's superpowers, they were powerless to turn the tide. The horrific scene, like a meat grinder, plunged everyone into despair.

The mutants climbed the walls, and the man-made walls emitted a heavy, mournful sound, teetering on the verge of collapse.

It seems... we're about to lose...

This is the scene that Yan Shuzhou saw when he returned here.

He climbed the high city wall and retrieved all the summoned creatures left behind at the front.

All the power returned to his body. His eyelids trembled as he touched his brow, and an eerie black light emanated from his body.

"Sister...I will absolutely, absolutely not let you down..."

He was her knife, her accomplice, and her executioner, the person she trusted most.

Even if it costs him his life, he will never allow this black tide to have even the slightest impact on Miao Yin!

Yan Shuzhou looked down from his high position, his eyes bloodshot.

A chilly wind carried a damp scent, and a cloud of gray mist suddenly rose from the city wall.

The gray fog arrived strangely, thickening to obscure visibility in just a few seconds. The searchlights on the city walls flickered, struggling in vain, ultimately being buried by the chilling air mixed with rotting flesh and rust. An inexplicable sense of suffocation swept across the battlefield.

The mutants, adept at sensing danger, were the first to notice, and they all slowed down. Only the lowest-level creatures continued to climb forward recklessly.

The gray fog grew thicker and thicker, even obscuring the moonlight. Rolling, ink-black clouds hung low, covering the earth and making it impossible to see anything, until a clear, ethereal voice from the sky pierced the fog and cast an eerie red light.

Everyone looked up and saw a crack appear in the sky above the city wall. A strange elevator door emerged from the thick clouds, exuding a dark and cold aura. The buttons, shrouded in gray mist, floated until the bright red numbers above jumped to the eighteenth floor.

A chilling sensation crept up everyone's spine as the elevator doors began to tremble, a fact they acutely realized.

Something is coming out...

"Run...run fast!!!"

Amidst the crowd, a psychic ability user let out a piercing scream, jolting everyone who was lost in their illusions awake.

Hu Hai lowered the gun emplacement and rushed towards the watchtower, sounding the evacuation alarm. The mechanical alarm echoed across the front line.

An unprecedented sense of crisis filled everyone's minds, and they rushed towards the city gate, with the Black Tide following behind them, swarming in.

His supernatural abilities were operating wildly, as if trying to drain his life force. Yan Shuzhou's face grew paler and paler, and blood even began to flow from his seven orifices.

He controlled his cramping hand, then grabbed something in mid-air and pulled it apart with all his might.

"Open it for me!"

After a deafening clap of thunder, the elevator doors slowly opened, and hundreds of skeletons poured out from behind them, forming a skull walkway in the air.

"Boom-thump-"

From the deep darkness came the dull, grinding sound of a giant creature's bones.

A curved bone horn first appeared outside the elevator door, extending outward inch by inch, revealing the true form of the bone wing.

Even just one part of it was enough to intimidate all mortals and make them tremble.

Then, a massive, imposing skull appeared.

It was not the skull shape of any currently living creature; it was grotesque and terrifying, with empty eye sockets like two black holes, exuding an aura of death.

As the head fully appears, what follows are the thick bones of the limbs and the even larger skeletal body, as massive as a mountain range.

Those pristine white bones were not smooth; instead, they were covered with old cracks, and fine golden particles floated on those ancient wounds, clearly proclaiming the endless wars and immortality of countless years.

Beneath those white bones, within the dragon's chest, countless golden particles condensed and floated, enveloping a huge golden-red heart, each beat emitting shimmering golden particles.

Its forelimbs stood on the plane composed of countless bones, but its hind limbs and the last half of its body never moved forward again, remaining in the darkness behind the elevator doors.

With the ding of the elevator doors opening, the bone dragon raised its thick neck, and its two docile bone wings, which had been resting on its sides, suddenly fluttered and stretched out from the base to the edge.

The pale, bony wings instantly tore through the sky, their unfolding sound like the piercing crack of countless withered branches breaking, even shaking the clouds!

The dragon hovered high in the sky, golden particles swirling around its body, radiating the terrifying pressure of a primal beast.

Yan Shuzhou looked up with bloodshot eyes, meeting the Bone Dragon's gaze directly.

It was a cold, emotionless glance, the most insignificant look ever cast upon a tiny creature.

A large amount of blood gushed from Yan Shuzhou's mouth.

His clothes were soaked in blood, and the boy's lips parted and closed in a desperate plea.

Please.

Destroy them.

The Bone Dragon's gaze fell upon the battlefield, where tens of thousands of monsters writhed below, crashing against the city walls until they teetered on the brink of collapse.

It leaned slightly forward, its jaws agape, revealing massive, mountain-like teeth. Golden particles, bursting forth from its heart, passed through the bone dragon's chest and throat, converging all the way into its mouth, radiating brilliant golden light.

A golden dragon's breath was exhaled from the mouth of the ancient behemoth, sweeping across the entire front line like a terrifying hurricane.

The mutant didn't even have time to look up before it was annihilated by the golden light upon touching the star-like particles.

The silent killing began.

Like dominoes falling one after another, the black tide was extinguished layer by layer, starting from the edge of the city wall and extending all the way to the farthest elevated road.

Whether it's the lowest-ranking aberration or the highest-ranking aberration of rose quartz, all lose their hierarchical differences under the Dragon's Breath and become treated equally.

There was no struggle, no splash, not even a sound could be heard before all the buildings and trees turned to ashes.

Tens of thousands of mutant species were wiped out, leaving behind a pure white land.

On the city wall, a young soldier clung to the wall, looking down.

There were no mutants, and no corpses.

There was nothing left on the battlefield.

The elevator beeped again, signaling its arrival. The bone dragon raised its head, took one last look at the sky above the human world, turned around, and returned to the darkness.

The elevator doors closed, and the numbers jumped rapidly until they returned to zero.

The bones turned to dust and scattered, and the gray mist gradually covered the elevator, disappearing into an unknown dimension.

The cold, sticky atmosphere dissipated, and a crescent moon struggled to light up, casting its tranquil light.

Blood gushed out, and Yan Shuzhou closed his eyes in relief, collapsing to the ground.

December 21, 2022, at midnight —

The largest and most dangerous black tide in human history was extinguished by a single breath of dragon's breath.

"Clap."

Amidst the raging flames, Miao Yin turned to look.

—Her Buddhist prayer beads broke.