Infinite devouring evolution of the last days

Chapter 70 Rotten Plague ([-])

In the place of refining Gu, the sound of killing is loud, but there is only one place where no mutant dares to set foot.

This is where Zhao Yong and Fuwen fought.

Zhao Yong stomped Fu Wen under his feet, and the sharp lion claws embedded in Fu Wen's body, piercing through its fat body like a skewer.

Zhao Yong only felt that his feet were sticky, slippery, and inexplicably uncomfortable. He wished he could pull his feet back and wipe them off immediately.

But his wits prevented him from doing so.

Now the seventh-order mutant, Fuwen, was lying at his feet. Although he was firmly nailed to the ground by his claws, his two cloudy eyes were still staring at Zhao Yong, full of hatred.

"Don't forget, I'm a zombie!"

One sentence awakened Zhao Yong!Now Zhao Yong has encountered too many types of mutants, including those in the form of demons, those in the form of zombies, and those in the form of beasts.

The two types of mutants, the demon form and the beast form, are easier to deal with. As long as they are seriously injured, they will definitely die.

Although most high-level demons have their own secret techniques, they are not so easy to activate. Only when certain conditions are met can they be activated.

Beast forms generally have powerful physical abilities and explosive power, and they can cause double damage to the opponent in an instant.

The most troublesome thing is the zombie mutant.

Some of them have powerful physical abilities, recovery abilities, and some mutants can experience strange spells and spells.

What's even more annoying is that if you want to kill zombie mutants, there are only two ways. The first is to burn them completely with fire.The second method is to headshot.

For zombie-type mutants, physical damage is not a concern at all, and the only way to completely kill them is to shoot their heads and burn them with fire.

Even though Zhao Yong's sharp claws pierced Fu Wen's heart, it was nothing to Fu Wen, it was just a hole in his body.

Fu Wen held Mao Lang's lion paw with his right hand and began to exert strength, trying to pull it out of his body.

Although Zhao Yong knew that this would not cause it any harm, he was unwilling to lift his claws easily.

The power between the two began to compete from this place.

Fu Wen was worthy of being the former head of the First Legion, and Zhao Yong was secretly surprised by his power.

Zhao Yong put all his strength on it, but Fu Wen still slowly pulled his claws out of his body and lifted them up.

The moment Maolang's lion claw left Fu Wen's body, Zhao Yong launched another round of attacks.

This time Zhao Yong aimed at Fuwen's head and threw the other paw on it.

The four toes of the front paws were all spread out, and the sharp knife-like claws slashed towards Rotten's head from top to bottom.

The wind pressure generated by the falling of the lion's claws blows up the dust, and the surrounding area is instantly as gray as a smoggy day.

Rotten Plague hurriedly stood up and raised his left arm, holding the scimitar horizontally over his head.

"Clang!"

Zhao Yong's claws collided with Fuwen's scimitar, and the claws and scimitar rubbed against each other, causing sparks to rain down.

Zhao Yong continued to exert strength, and Fu Wen gradually couldn't hold on, and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Just when Zhao Yong thought he could win, Fu Wen's left arm suddenly retracted, and then suddenly exerted force, pushing Zhao Yong's lion claw out like a spring.

Zhao Yong, who suddenly felt the force, took a few steps back before standing still. He got down on all fours and looked at Wuwen warily.

"Not bad!" Fu Wen patted the stones scattered on his body with the big hand of his right arm, then reached into the hole in his stomach, took out a stone and threw it on the ground.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong. No wonder you are called the first legion's general!"

Zhao Yong ignored him, gathered energy in his hind legs, and then kicked hard, launching another culling attack on the rot plague.

Having learned from the past, Fu Wen began to wield the scimitar on his left arm, twisting his whole body to the left.

The fat on his body was twisted like a twist, and he assumed a strange posture, waiting for the arrival of Zhao Yong's lion claw.

When Zhao Yong's lion claw was still half a meter away from it, Wuwen suddenly relaxed.

"Slash technique, big tornado!"

Rotten Plague roared angrily, and its entire twisted body began to quickly return to its original shape. The twisted parts seemed to be winding up its body, and the entire body rotated at an extremely fast speed.

The scimitar also followed the body and rotated at an extremely fast speed, leaving an afterimage in the air.

The rotten plague is now like a top, with a protective layer formed by the scimitar on its left arm on the outside, able to chop anything that comes close into powder.

Zhao Yong's lion claw finally touched the rot plague, and the scimitar struck the lion claw continuously at an extremely fast speed.

Since hundreds of strikes per second were almost at the same location, Zhao Yong's lion claw was cut off in less than ten seconds, with a smooth incision and a dark red light.

The broken nail flew out and stuck straight into the hard ground, missing a few centimeters.

At this time, Zhao Yong is like a cat whose nails have been trimmed all the time.

Zhao Yong's heart was shocked, he had never seen a mutant use special skills.

What's more, he didn't expect Fu Wen's cutting skills to be so powerful, and he had manicured his nails in an instant.

Putting the scimitar on his shoulder, Fu Wen, who had recovered, looked at Zhao Yong with a disdainful smile and said, "How? Keep coming!"

"No matter how many times you stretch out your claws, I will trim them for you."

"Monster! An out-and-out monster!" Zhao Yong thought to himself.

Although Rotten Plague is only a mutant of the seventh-level middle-grade now, it already possesses such abnormal abilities.

It was hard for Zhao Yong to imagine how powerful Fu Wen would be when he was the eighth-rank top-rank, and how powerful the monster that could seriously injure Fu Wen would be!
Just confronting him, Zhao Yong felt strong pressure, forcing him to take two steps back.

"What? You're not coming?" Fu Wen still looked at Zhao Yong with a smile, "Then I'll go!"

Zhao Yong immediately tensed up all the muscles in his body, ready to face the battle.

Fuwen was seen twisting his body to the right, and the fat on his body was twisted like twists, but this time the degree of distortion was not that great.

"Slashing skill, air splitting slash!"

With the roar of Putian Wen, the fat on his body also began to quickly return to its original shape. The scimitar on his left arm cut across the air, and released the wind blade towards Zhao Yong in an instant.

The wind blade did not weaken as the distance extended, but instead drove the air passing by, greatly increasing its power.

When Zhao Yong was in front of him, the range of the wind blade seemed to have exceeded two meters!

Zhao Yong stretched his limbs and leaped into the air in a hurry. The wind blade slashed under his feet, and he didn't know which unlucky guy it would hit.

When Zhao Yong lowered his head to pay attention to the wind blade, the rotten plague had also jumped into the air and floated above Zhao Yong's forehead.

Fu Wen clenched his right hand tightly, forming a huge fist, and smashed it straight at Zhao Yong's forehead.

(End of this chapter)