Apocalypse: Master of Soul Beasts

The victors were Wen Yu and Cyclops!

Only then did Sun Ruixing finally arrive, quite late!

"Eat them first."

For Cyclops, the corpses of Level 2 zombies were by no means difficult to stomach.

Cyclops glanced worriedly at Wen Yu, who was standing on one foot. Seeing Wen Yu shake his head, indicating he was fine, Cyclops then began to ravenously devour the zombies on the ground.

"That..." Sun Ruixing looked at the zombie corpses strewn about and Wen Yu's injuries, but words failed him.

"It's okay," Wen Yu said, noticing the concern in Sun Ruixing's eyes. "The injuries can be easily handled. Apart from some significant blood loss, the rest of the wounds aren't too severe."

Sun Ruixing opened his mouth, but the worried words caught in his throat. Hearing Wen Yu speak so casually about his bone-deep wounds made them seem less frightening.

"Do you need a healing potion?"

"No need, it's a waste of points."

Seeing Cyclops finish its meal, Wen Yu deactivated his combat stance, recalled Cyclops to the Soul Realm, then reactivated his combat stance and applied the Enhanced Healing ability.

The wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. This proved that until Wen Yu found another soul pet with healing abilities, Cyclops's skill was genuinely useful.

"Let's go. Let's head back to the gathering place first; I need to rest for a while."

Sun Ruixing looked again at Wen Yu's injured thigh and asked, "Do you want me to carry you?"

Wen Yu considered for a moment. Hopping back on one foot would be too exhausting, and it wouldn't look good either. So, he nodded at Sun Ruixing.

"Wait a moment. Wen Yu, you wait here. I'll be right back." Sun Ruixing's eyes lit up as a better idea suddenly struck him, and he ran off.

In a matter of minutes, Sun Ruixing returned, bringing with him an awestruck Li Dalong. In Sun Ruixing's arms was a simple makeshift stretcher made of wooden sticks and cloth.

"Let's use this. It's much more comfortable than being carried," Sun Ruixing smiled at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu couldn't help but chuckle. This Sun Ruixing always considers others' feelings. In these apocalyptic times, such a person is a rare breed, an oddity comparable to Sun Aotian.

Thanking Sun Ruixing, Wen Yu lay down on the stretcher. It's not very comfortable, but it's definitely better than being carried around!

"Let's go!" Li Dalong yelled excitedly, his mouth wide open.

And Li Dalong couldn't help but be excited. One man and his beast had faced 9 zombies of the same level and finished the battle so cleanly. Most importantly, Li Dalong himself hadn't needed to lift a finger as they walked out of Chaihe Town, a place considered a death trap! Moreover, judging by the backpack Wen Yu carried, it was stuffed with supplies!

"Brother Wen Yu, you're truly incredible! In my opinion, you're dozens of times stronger than Sun Aotian. Every time zombies attack the camp, Sun Aotian can only manage to hold off 2 Level 2 zombies. But you, Brother Wen Yu, you killed nearly a double-digit number of them! What's that called? That's what you call a real difference!" Li Dalong praised Wen Yu with great enthusiasm, which made Wen Yu feel rather good.

The Enhanced Healing made Wen Yu feel a bit languid. At times like these, some music, pastries, and sunshine would be perfect. But aside from the sun, I have none of those. Li Dalong's flattery will have to do as my music!

With two professionists carrying the stretcher, they made rapid progress. Soon, the gathering place was in sight.

With the large number of Level 2 zombies killed, the ordinary zombie horde in Chaihe Town was on the verge of collapse.

Inside the Chahe Town Hospital, the Giant Corpse King felt the life forces of its underlings vanishing one by one and let out a terrifying howl. The sound was so loud it shattered the hospital's glass windows.

As the Corpse King's howl echoed into the distance, the zombies in Chaihe Town immediately quieted down. Then, they slowly began to move towards the outskirts of the town.

Their target: Zang Pengfei's gathering place.

This was another zombie siege on the camp, only this time, on a much larger scale.

"Out of the way, out of the way! Move it! Can't you see Brother Wen Yu is injured?" Li Dalong roughly shoved a regular professionist aside, shouting arrogantly.

Wen Yu lay languidly on the stretcher, a cigarette dangling from his lips, leisurely enjoying the "human-powered vehicle" service.

Under the Enhanced Healing ability, his wounds had stopped bleeding. As his physical attributes increased, healing potions became less effective. Skills, however, were different. Skills were an intrinsic part of a professionist, the very foundation of their strength—even more crucial than physical constitution!

"Brother Wen Yu, how did you get so hurt?" a rough voice called from a distance. It was Zang Pengfei!

Zang Pengfei pushed through the crowd of onlookers and ran up, asking with concern.

"It's nothing. Just ran into some zombies and had a fight," Wen Yu said casually.

"What do you mean, 'just a fight'? Brother Wen Yu, those were 9 Level 2 zombies! Nine of them! All at once! And Brother Wen Yu took them all down by himself! You all should have seen it; the scene was truly spectacular…" Li Dalong, practically spraying spittle as he boasted about Wen Yu's achievements, definitely exaggerated in places—enough to make Wen Yu himself blush.

"Ahem, well, get me back to my room first. I need to rest!"

Hearing Wen Yu, Li Dalong immediately stopped his boasting and started shouting again, "Didn't you hear what Brother Wen Yu said? Make way, make way! Don't block the path! Once Brother Wen Yu recovers, he's going straight for the Corpse King's head!"

Amidst the gathering crowd of onlookers, Wen Yu finally made it back to his room.

He said to Sun Ruixing, who was standing nearby, "Big Brother Sun, I can't summon Cyclops for the time being. It'll take a few hours for my injuries to heal to the point where they don't affect my combat ability. During this time, I need you to guard the door for me!"

Sun Ruixing nodded without hesitation. Seeing this, Li Dalong, who was nearby, tactfully bid Wen Yu farewell and promptly left the room.

Outside, when Zang Pengfei saw Li Dalong emerge, he gave a subtle gesture.

Li Dalong nodded imperceptibly at Zang Pengfei and headed towards his own ramshackle wooden house.

Once he was sure no one else was around, Li Dalong quietly took a detour and slipped into a humble wooden hut—Zang Pengfei's warehouse.

"Is he really that powerful?" Bathed in the mottled sunlight filtering in, Zang Pengfei was the one who spoke.

Li Dalong had completely shed his earlier carefree demeanor. His expression was grave as he said, "He's strong. Extremely strong. At least several times stronger than Little Sky!"

"Hmm." Zang Pengfei fell into thought.

"Can you think of a way to gain his trust?"

"I'll have to try."

"Good. I have confidence in you handling this."