Bang!
The underground moving Creator broke through the last layer of the crust, discovering an abyss in front of it. Startled, the Creator let out a howl and changed direction, moving towards another location.
"Still not willing to co out?"
Lin Fan could clearly sense the underground Creator’s direction of movent. He followed suit and went the other way, slashing horizontally again, cutting through the connecting ground.
The power of these slashes had long surpassed human comprehension.
In this post-apocalyptic environnt, only Lin Fan could cause such a scenario. Even old Zhong, Cui Xiaofei, and other Awakeners and Mutants could only collapse a building with a punch. When striking the ground, at most, they created a pit; achieving the effect Lin Fan could was simply impossible for them.
"Still running?"
Lin Fan admired the Creator’s persistent spirit, still trying to flee. For this reason, he severed the last two directions as well.
"Now let’s see where you run to."
Lin Fan landed on the ground, quietly waiting.
From the start of the apocalypse until now, the creature underfoot is full of wonders.
For the Creator who wanted to escape, it was now at a dead end. It never thought it would encounter such a situation. Where on earth did such a human co from?
Thoroughly forcing it into a corner.
"Co out, stop running. I’m not like other humans. They will fear you, but I’m not afraid. I even want to et you."
He never lied, not even to the Creator.
Rumble.
The ground shook, and the soil cracked open with a huge fissure. The Creator began to erge from the underground, its size imnse; the part erging was just the tip of the iceberg.
Lin Fan stared in shock, his head slowly moving upwards, as the Creator’s figure resembled a small mountain, yet it was not over. More of it was buried deep below.
But just the appearance of this part was enough to deeply shock the soul.
A massive body made up of various deformities of flesh and blood, covered irregularly by long narrow mouths full of sharp teeth, and many lantern-sized eyes continuously rotating.
A monster, this was a true monster.
On its surface, zombies had fused with its body, only half-visible, twisting hideously and wailing.
Lin Fan held a cara, waiting for the Creator’s true visage to appear.
He pondered whether or not to photograph it. If other deford Creators could still be viewed, this one could not; it could easily cause trauma. Perhaps he’d better not care about that.
This is the apocalypse; those who have survived thus far must possess inner strength. Nauseating or not, there should be no shadows lingering from it.
Click!
Click!
He rapidly pressed the shutter, capturing the scene before him. As the photography continued, the Creator completely erged from the ground, shedding a large amount of soil. Observing closely, at its abdon, countless visceral tubes connected and liquid flowed continuously into the Creator.
"You’re very different from the Creators I’ve t before," Lin Fan said.
The Creator let out a dull roar, not speaking, but its tendrils of flesh wildly flailed about, demonstrating its irritability and unease.
Lin Fan truly sensed sothing amiss with this Creator before him.
But this sense of wrongness, he could not currently articulate.
The Creator before him was destroying all zombies and humans appearing in its domain. Once they enter its realm, they would be wrapped by its tentacles and beco its nourishnt.
"Can’t you speak? To have evolved to your level, if you can’t speak, that’s beyond my expectation. To say you’re a wrongly evolved Creator, I don’t accept. Your strength, the aura you exude, is stronger than any perfect Creator I’ve encountered."
"Thus, my forr thoughts were mistaken."
The Universe Country’s Creators are perfect, scoring 200 points; even their na is the other party’s na, sothing he has never experienced. Now, the aura of the Creator before him is even stronger than Han Heyu’s.
It is bewildering, indeed.
At this mont.
Another strange, dull sound emanated from within the Creator before him.
Large amounts of viscous liquid flowed from its long, toothed mouth, dripping onto the ground. Then, many basketball-sized monstrous creatures appeared, their abdons sprouting small claws, charging towards Lin Fan in great numbers.
"Knowing you have no way out, you’re thinking of killing , huh? Just like other Creators, knowing you’re no match, yet still so violent."
"No matter how you’ve evolved, the inherent brutality and ferocity remain deeply ingrained."
Lin Fan wielded Frostmourne, its tip touching the ground, and in an instant, frost swept forth. The unknown creatures approaching en masse were directly frozen, and even the Creator felt the terror of this frost, struggling uneasily.
Its escape route was sealed, nowhere to run. The frost covered swiftly, beginning from the Creator’s abdominal tentacles, spreading and enveloping upward until finally sealing the Creator’s body completely.
Lin Fan’s figure moved, appearing before the ice-sealed Creator.
A sword fell.
Swish!
The blade sliced through the Creator’s body, sensing the crystal’s fragntation, the vast energy absorbed by Frostmourne.
Crack!
The ice shards shattered, and a gust of wind blew them, scattering them toward the distance with the breeze.
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