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Zombie Driver felt a surge of anger as it contemplated the filthy human before it. It thought to itself, "I should teach this one a lesson; it is in line with the customs of my divine race."
With that, the Zombie limped down from the vehicle. Its right arm was merely a half-appendage, and most of its legs were just remnants of blackened flesh clinging to bone.
Nevertheless, being a Star-Level Combat Power Zombie made it formidable against ordinary humans. The Zombie sensed the presence of the figure ahead; it was nothing more than a weak, ordinary human.
At that moment, the Zombie's remaining eye caught sight of the filthy human rummaging through a pile of garbage, pulling out a dark object and shoving it into its mouth!
What a disgusting human! A thought flashed through the mind of this Star-Level Zombie. It recalled that this type of food was meant for disobedient humans who attempted to rebel—humans that Zombies referred to as High-Energy Food, essentially those they kept as livestock.
This black food was crafted as punishment for those who dared to resist; it tasted terrible and looked unappealing by the standards of their noble race. The Zombie firmly believed that humans were only fit to be their food.
"Hehe..." The Zombie emitted a few growls from its mouth, though lacking in intimidation. Still, it believed it could scare the cowardly human.
To its surprise, the filthy human merely brushed aside some food that had fallen into its mouth, completely ignoring the disdainful driver of the divine race.
"Roar——"
The Zombie let out what it considered a fierce roar and quickened its pace. However, when it spotted a stone on the ground, it immediately picked it up and hurled it forward.
"Thud—"
The Star-Level Combat Power Zombie's control was still quite strong; it hit its target! The Zombie felt a surge of joy, but then saw the human suddenly collapse to the ground.
This isn't fun; how did it fall so quickly? The Zombie felt a twinge of frustration but realized that if it continued playing around, it might face punishment upon returning. It recalled how its superior had once devoured a careless companion. This newly conscious Zombie shuddered at the thought and hurried back toward the garbage truck.
Suddenly, Zombie Driver felt an overwhelming force restraining it. Before its sluggish mind could react, its entire body disintegrated into a puddle of flesh.
At that moment, the human who had been scavenging in the garbage paused briefly. Then, leisurely, it stood up and walked toward a desolate area.
"The infamous Mercenary King has now fallen to eating scraps that even Zombies disdain? If only your Lover could see this scene; she might just make headlines again!" At that moment, two figures appeared not far from where the disheveled man stood—one red and one black. They seemed to materialize out of thin air without any warning. The one speaking was the Man in Black, whose handsome appearance was striking enough to make even men look twice.
The disheveled figure lifted his head to glance at the other person, remaining silent as he greedily twisted open the half bottle of water he had found and took a few swigs, licking his cracked lips afterward.
"I told you, leaving him was the right choice. With someone like that, you'll end up as nothing more than a beggar," said the man in black, directing his words toward the Red-Clad Woman. Her expression was cold, yet it couldn't conceal her breathtaking beauty that lingered in one's mind.
However, a hint of displeasure crossed the Red-Clad Woman's face as she slightly turned her head away, and the man in black did not pursue further action.
The Slovenly Man seemed oblivious to their conversation, continuing to walk forward. Although the Red-Clad Woman maintained her icy demeanor throughout, her eyelids fluttered slightly upon seeing the Slovenly Man.
"What’s wrong? You’re now nothing more than trash, even worse than an ordinary person. Not even a Zombie wants to eat you; what right do you have to act tough with me?"
Seeing that the Slovenly Man completely ignored him, the man in black's expression turned ferocious, a surge of malice radiating from him as if he were on the verge of exploding.
"Enough, Wang Xing! Stop making a scene; just complete the mission and take him back!"
The Red-Clad Woman could no longer bear it and shot a glance at the man in black, whom she referred to as Wang Xing. Yet her gaze ultimately settled on the Slovenly Man.
"Wen..."
"Just call me Li Qiweng; we’re not that familiar!" The Red-Clad Woman interrupted Wang Xing, stepping away from him once more.
Wang Xing's previously pale face flushed red. Over the past year, although Li Qiweng had always treated him coldly, she had never humiliated him in front of others like this.
While he could easily dispose of that disheveled man with a wave of his hand, the man's previous identity made Wang Xing subconsciously feel that Li Qiweng's actions were still focused on this Slovenly Man. This greatly displeased him; after all, for over a year now, there had been intentions from above for them to partner up to bring them closer together.
Yet now, after more than a year had passed, this once somewhat willful girl who would banter with him during their time as colleagues had transformed into an ice queen, her face almost devoid of any smile.
However, since he couldn't vent his frustration on the woman he favored, he felt he could still toy with the nearly useless Slovenly Man at will.
In the next moment, the Slovenly Man, who had initially disregarded him, was suddenly brought under his control and stood before him. Instantly, a pungent stench assaulted his senses!
When the Slovenly Man approached Wang Xing, his eyes, previously hidden beneath a tousled mane of hair, were revealed. Upon seeing those eyes, Wang Xing's heart jolted; he had never encountered such clarity in a gaze, reminiscent of the cleanest night sky—simple yet profound.
In that moment, a surge of black flames erupted from Wang Xing's hand, though the energy was thin. He believed that this flame could at most scorch one of the Slovenly Man's arms.
It seemed that the Slovenly Man had just come to his senses; he tilted his head slightly and glanced at Li Qiweng beside him. His cracked lips moved slightly, but ultimately, no words came forth.
As for Li Qiweng, aside from a brief reaction at the beginning, he appeared to be oblivious to everything happening around him. Wang Xing observed all of this with a fierce expression, and in the next instant, the black flames enveloped the Slovenly Man's arm!
A pungent smell of burning flesh instantly filled the air. However, Wang Xing seemed exhilarated as he watched the Slovenly Man furrow his brow, as if he were enjoying the most thrilling performance.
The temperature of the black flames was low, flickering with a cold blue light like the fires of hell. It seemed almost sentient as it slowly consumed the Slovenly Man's left arm, leaving behind nothing but emptiness in its wake.
At that moment, even if the Slovenly Man tried to endure, rage boiled within him. Yet Wang Xing had already used his Psychic Power to firmly control him. A mere ordinary person stood no chance against a transcendent being and could only be at their mercy.
"By the time I turn to ash, you won't even spare me a glance," the Slovenly Man suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse like gravel grinding together as he looked at Li Qiweng.
Startled by the sudden words from the Slovenly Man, Li Qiweng froze for a moment; a single tear glimmered in his eye but he made no further movement.
Seeing this scene ignited Wang Xing's fury. With a muffled thud, he punched the Slovenly Man squarely in the chest.
"Poof—"
Though Wang Xing had not intended to kill him, the force of his punch still caved in the Slovenly Man's chest, causing a spray of blood to splatter onto Wang Xing's black War God Suit.
At that moment, something miraculous occurred: the blood that had stained the War God Suit began to seep into it. Sunlight struck its surface, refracting a crimson glow.
Wang Xing seemed still unsatisfied with the situation. Just as he raised his hand, preparing to strike, a delicate hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
The Slovenly Man, despite the blood pouring from the corner of his mouth, managed to grin.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Although it was just a light smile, it pulled at the Slovenly Man's wounds, causing him to cough uncontrollably, his waxy yellow face turning pale.
"What? Are you planning to betray the Divine Clan?" Wang Xing glared at Li Qiweng, who was holding him back, his expression fierce.
"Divine Clan? Wen! Are you working for Zombie?"
Upon hearing Wang Xing's words, the Slovenly Man's eyes widened in disbelief. The calm demeanor he had maintained earlier was now replaced by a flushed face and agitated emotions.
"Lin Yi, don't think you're still the Mercenary King. The great endeavor of establishing an eternal kingdom for the Divine Clan is beyond your comprehension. Serving the Divine Clan is our honor!"
Wang Xing nearly jumped at the Slovenly Man's words. If it weren't for Li Qiweng's cold gaze on him, he would have surely attacked Lin Yi.
"Lin Yi... Mercenary King... Hahaha... I almost forgot I had that identity. But now I'm just a useless person; I can't do anything anymore!"
The Slovenly Man was none other than Lin Yi, who had disappeared for over two months. During the final moments of Corpseification, he had managed to communicate with space once again. However, this time he couldn't choose his destination. When he emerged, he found himself surrounded by endless yellow sand. Although he had been on the brink of Corpseification, he had only lost some decayed flesh without fully transforming; all his energy had vanished completely.
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