More and more people joined the counterattack.
Their relatives, lovers, and even friends died in the sudden disaster. In this dark era, they supported each other to reach today, just like that mother whose life perhaps ended the moment her child was killed.
As for the ending?
Could a woman be a match for the Devil? She didn't even have the chance to throw a stone before being pierced through the heart by a Hook Demon, collapsing in a pool of blood.
Chen Feng's pupils narrowed into slits; as someone inclined towards darkness, he didn't believe in so-called emotions, yet it didn't mean he was a mindless corpse.
The scene before him stirred a long-lost anger.
Chen Feng's expression twisted with rage, and he stepped forward, pinpointing the position of the Hook Demon before charging towards it.
"Die!"
With an angry roar, Chen Feng raised a Flame Whip in his hand, which, like a steel cable, instantly coiled around the Hook Demon. The air was filled with painful screams. The Flame Whip was searing hot, roasting the enemy's flesh, yet Chen Feng made no move to release it.
The whip tightened little by little, the Hook Demon's cries grew increasingly pained, and slowly, its sounds became negligible. After a while, it couldn't even struggle.
The Hook Demon was burned alive!
A cruel death!
And this was the path Chen Feng insisted on taking. The wicked have their own wicked torment. To deal with such cruel creatures, one must retaliate in an even more cruel manner.
The nearby warriors responded to the call, pressing the triggers as lives streamed away before their eyes, firing bullets at the Devils.
To survive, one must resist.
In this battle, there were no women, men, or monsters—only the living and the dead.
The victorious enjoyed life, while the defeated became cold corpses.
Chen Feng ignored the Devils around him. Leaving Wei Xun, the Undead Mage, and the Skeleton Warriors here, he turned and continued forward with the Dark Elf and Flora.
Who summoned the Devils?
This hidden enemy felt like a thorn in the back. Until this source was eliminated, these Devils couldn't be eradicated.
The further they went, the denser the corpses were. Devils emerged from the front, and the nearby humans were the first to become targets of slaughter.
Massacre!
This was nothing short of a massacre!
"Help me, Grandpa, Grandma, where are you?"
"Husband, run! Don't worry about me; we'll both die if this keeps up!"
"In the next life, don't let me be human again; it's too painful! Let me die!"
At the same time, countless wails and screams echoed around, giving one the feeling of being in Hell.
Large groups of Devils appeared, devouring everything in sight like beasts that couldn't afford to be picky. They tore off an arm here, bit off an ear there—a true pinnacle of brutality. In just a few minutes, dozens of people were ripped to shreds, their blood and broken limbs staining the ground, creating a surreal sense of discord like stepping into a nightmare world.
A little girl lay weakly on the ground, vomiting blood endlessly. Several Soul Larvae had burrowed into her abdomen, wriggling as they devoured her insides and flesh. The girl tried to call for her grandpa, not far away, but could only cough up large amounts of blood—a truly tragic sight.
The elderly grandfather, seeing his granddaughter's plight, charged forward unafraid of the Devils, but after only a few steps, a Chain Demon sliced his throat, leaving him to bleed out in a pool of blood, not far from death.
The little girl's pupils began to dilate. Her eyes, full of pain and sorrow, lingered on the final scene of her short life—her grandpa being dismembered and eaten by Devils.
What a terrifying and real scene. This is the apocalypse; this is the nakedly brutal world of killing!
Flora stood to the side, looking at the scattered corpses around her. Perhaps it evoked some bad memories, causing her aura to shift, wispy energy spreading across her face, and a massive tail made entirely of energy rising above her hips.
In that brief moment, Flora finally closed in on the Devil, her punch striking out with the shockwave like a time-space turbulence sweeping through the air.
The power of one punch.
To such an astonishing degree!
Rapidly advancing, the frenzied Flora was like a fierce general on the battlefield; the so-called Devils couldn't withstand a single blow from her.
Continuing to advance.
Flora's forward-moving form abruptly stopped, suddenly shielding Chen Feng, while the nearby Dark Elf also took a defensive stance. In this situation, both set aside their differences and focused entirely on guarding Chen Feng's safety.
At this moment, the evil aura grew thicker, like reaching the eye of the storm, with dirt and wood chips swirling up from the ground like clawing ghosts circling above.
Chen Feng frowned, his skin beginning to transform beneath his clothes, slowly converting half of his body into Flame Demon to withstand the storm.
Next, a deep abyss appeared before Chen Feng.
"A damaged Dimension Wall?"
Chen Feng's expression darkened, as if witnessing something extraordinarily shocking to him.
The black hole seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, only one person high. It was clear that the Devils were struggling to rush out from inside, indicating that this was the source of the catastrophe.
And standing next to the black hole was a person.
"Chen Feng... in the end, you still chose Feng Zhiyong... if I had known... I should have killed you..."
It was a strange sensation, as if the speaker hadn't spoken in decades, with a raspy voice, uttering each word deliberately.
This person is none other than the leader of the conservative faction, Hong Jiuling!
But unlike meeting at the camp, at this moment, Hong Jiuling's gaze was noticeably more dazed, even his limbs had become rigid, as if some change had occurred within his body.