Seeing the black ash streaming out of Lu Xiaojie’s body, Tang Ye let out a sigh of relief, which ant he hadn’t killed the wrong person. If the opponent were a being in the true sense of flesh and blood, he might have to consider not getting tangled up with these strange people crawling out of the human-shaped graffiti any longer.
Looking up into the distance, the endless human crowd once again ford huge waves surging toward Tang Ye. At this ti in Xi River City, it wasn’t just their flesh-colored bodies; they had grown hair on their heads, starting from small black dots growing increasingly longer, with so having hair lush enough to reach great lengths.
Among these people, Tang Ye saw several familiar faces, not all did he et here; so he knew from elsewhere, like one of the won whose hair had grown out turned out to be Qiongli, soone he didn’t know well but whose na he knew. The majority of the rest were people he knew and had seen before, but the impressions weren’t deep, and he didn’t know their nas.
They were at the very top of the huge wave, and as they approached Tang Ye, they shouted those few words!
Join us!
"This is a bit tricky..."
Tang Ye frowned, there were simply too many people, possibly more than any horde of the dead he’d ever seen. If he were to follow what Lu Xiaojie had said, to kill all the people, how long would he have to kill?
Just as these thoughts flashed through his mind, the colossal wave of flesh before him roared and surged forward! Tang Ye quickly raised his arms, unleashing dark fog with force toward the front, splitting the oncoming wave to either side. Under his control, the dark fog around him quickly condensed into nurous tentacles, executing those who fell to the ground one by one!
It was at this mont Tang Ye noticed sothing floating in the distant sky. Squinting his eyes for a closer look, he imdiately recognized it as a human silhouette!
At first, he thought it might be Dairya personally making a move, but after seeing what the silhouette looked like, Tang Ye got a shock. That face was so familiar yet strange, it was himself!
Unlike the others, this ’him’ floating in mid-air already had a thick mane of hair reaching down to his shoulders, jet-black and gleaming, and beside him, there was also the sa type of dark fog as his own!
Tang Ye’s brow furrowed deeply into a "chuan" character. He suddenly rembered what Lu Xiaojie had previously told him, about taking back what rightfully belonged to him. What was that thing?
He rembered Lu Xiaojie’s question, not long after their reunion, "Do you rember what happened after you went into that room that day?"
Indeed, he couldn’t recall what had transpired after he entered that room; sothing certainly had happened, as half of his power was gone. In this fake world, no matter how muddled he was, he could still feel it.
"Is the thing that belongs to , you?"
Tang Ye muttered to himself, then his gaze shifted to the other ’him’ floating in the distance. Their eyes t, with a hint of provocation, and then the head tilted slightly.
"Hand it over!"
With a low growl, Tang Ye started running towards that direction, advancing against the re-gathering tidal wave, the black mist behind him dispersing and condensing again, helping Tang Ye to break through the layers of massive waves!
Under his frenzied destruction, those enormous waves collapsed like high-rise buildings that had lost their foundation. People who lacked the support of their companions fell to the ground, the lucky ones losing arms and legs, the unlucky ones dying on the spot!
The dead lay motionless, along with the limbs and arms that had fallen from their bodies, while those still alive, despite their miserable howling screams, stubbornly tried to stand up—those who couldn’t used their remaining hands and feet to drag their bodies, inching closer to Tang Ye!
When they got close to Tang Ye, they used their heads, hands, and feet to attack him, even though their attacks were nothing more than mosquito bites to Tang Ye.
anwhile, another Tang Ye curled his lips into a smile, revealing a mocking grin, as he realized the real Tang Ye was approaching him.
He lifted an arm lightly and waved it forward. The people who had erged from the human figure graffiti in the city seed to beco even more frenzied, whether it was Tang Ye’s illusion or not.
They growled low, uttering incomprehensible chants, crowding incessantly. They used their limbs to desperately climb over their companions’ bodies, and soon another massive wave was ford. With a great shout from soone at the crest of the wave, the wave began to tumble, the surrounding air turning viscous, carrying a nauseating stench that made one want to vomit!
"Get lost!"
As the massive wave just began to take shape, Tang Ye’s roar followed, and the dense black fog accompanied his heavy punch, instantly blasting the newly ford tidal wave apart! A cloud of black ashes gushed into the sky as the wave collapsed, leaving countless people fallen on the ground, those close to Tang Ye shouting at him: "Join us! Join us quickly!"
These voices were like a series of demonic sounds, annoying and disturbing the mind.
"Die!"
After dealing with a few jabbering individuals nearby, Tang Ye continued striding forward. Along the way, soone grabbed and clung to his feet, looking up and chanting "Join us." Their tone was pleading, but in the end, they were all smashed by Tang Ye’s fist into a pulpy ss.
However, there were far too many people. This kind of person kept coming relentlessly, no sooner had one been dealt with than the next, as if replacing the position, repeated the sa actions, an endless annoyance!
So even used their companions’ severed limbs and legs as weapons to attack Tang Ye, the most ridiculous being those who ca at him with bare hands.
In front, millions of people gathered again, forming yet another massive tidal wave rolling towards him. They were gathering quickly, apparently trying to stop Tang Ye from getting closer to his other self, which made Tang Ye relax a bit. This proved that the other self was a significant existence, and what he needed to do was to get close to him! To kill him, to rge with him! To take back what was rightfully his!
But he also gradually noticed a phenonon, which was that the people erging from the human figure graffiti were slowly growing stronger, and as their strength increased, their appearances would change. Like their hair, those who had just erged from the graffiti, bald and hairless, were the weakest, their strength not much different from an average person, perhaps even weaker. anwhile, those with full heads of hair, looking closer to a normal person, had the strength of an ordinary person and could already be compared to a Level 1 evolved zombie.
Only the strong could possess hair!
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