Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

She shuttled freely among the flock of mutant birds like a ghost. Every time she landed, it seemed as if she reached some kind of tacit understanding with the air, cleverly using the force to bounce back up.

Every time he swung the sharp blade in his hand, it stabbed the enemy's vital points accurately and without error. The movement was as fast as lightning, ruthless and decisive.

Under Li Luo's extremely fierce attack, time seemed to be accelerated.

Soon, the mutated creatures around were cleared away like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and only a few were left.

The few remaining fish that have escaped the net are struggling to survive in the abyss of despair.

Under Li Luo's sharp gaze like lightning, they trembled and their bodies spasmed involuntarily.

But this cannot change their inevitable fate of destruction.

Li Luo's figure flashed, approaching like a ghost in the dark night, and the sharp blade in his hand flashed coldly, and those "fish that slipped through the net" were completely killed in the blood in an instant.

At this moment, the battlefield in the air was as silent as if it had been cast under a death spell.

Li Luo was quietly suspended in the air, his posture upright and majestic, like a god of war from ancient mythology, looking down coldly at the tragic land beneath his feet that looked like a Shura field.

The howling wind seemed to be wailing for the lost lives, but it was unable to blow away the thick, indissoluble smell of blood. Instead, it made the scene of corpses strewn all over the battlefield even more shocking.

The corpses of various mutated creatures were scattered all over the ground, densely packed together, like a horrific picture carefully painted with endless death and blood.

There was a strange wolf with sharp fangs, and there was still blood on the fangs.

The blood on its fur had dried up and formed dark red lumps, as if telling of its ferocity and struggle in life.

A huge python was coiling in it, and its scales emitted a strange luster in the dim light.

The luster seemed even more eerie against the bloody backdrop, as if it was hiding countless unknown and horrific secrets.

There were also those unknown flying mutants, with their broken wings drooping limply and their feathers scattered all over the ground, mixed with blood and dirt, which was unbearable to look at.

These corpses are stacked and squeezed together, and every detail silently tells the cruelty of war, which is the fragility and helplessness of life in the face of death.

The smell of blood and death permeated the air, weighing heavily on every inch of space.

The disgusting smell and depressing atmosphere were like a ferocious beast, devouring all hope and vitality.

Li Luo's eyes were as sharp as lightning, and they seemed to be able to penetrate the smoke and blood of the battlefield, slowly scanning the surrounding situation.

Witnessing this scene that seemed like hell on earth, she couldn't help but feel a sense of compassion.

That compassion was like a soft silk thread, lingering in her heart and gently touching the softest corner of her heart.

She was not a bloodthirsty person. Even though she had experienced all the sufferings in the world and witnessed countless dark abysses in her previous life, those pains and darkness had never eroded her awe of life.

How she wished there was no war or killing in this world, and that all life could bloom in peace...

However, even in times of prosperity, the shadows of war and killing linger like ghosts, let alone in this cruel end of the world?

At this moment, peace is like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, an unattainable luxury.

Thinking of this, Li Luo no longer allowed himself to indulge in compassion.

She was always clear in her mind that this was an extremely cruel battle of life and death with no room for maneuver.

It's a pure life-and-death fight!

The enemy will not stop attacking because of a little mercy.

In such a situation, if she hesitated for a moment, it would not only be herself who would fall, but also those companions who had shared life and death with her and fought side by side with her.

Therefore, she must not be soft-hearted, let alone back down!

Li Luo forced herself to shake off these complicated emotions from her mind, and her eyes became firm again.

"It's time to support others." She said silently in her heart.

Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, and the breath flowed in her chest, as if injecting strength into the action she was about to take.

She adjusted her state slightly, making every inch of her muscles in the best state of force and every nerve tense, ready for the next battle.

The next second, her figure flashed, and her whole body instantly turned into a dazzling stream of light.

The stream of light was like a dazzling galaxy across the night sky. Each "star" shone brightly with a dreamlike color, instantly illuminating the originally inky black sky.

She rushed towards the area where everyone in Hope Base was located, at an extremely fast speed, as if she had broken through the limitations of time and space.

The force generated by her speed caused the surrounding air to be violently compressed, forming circles of air ripples that were visible to the naked eye.

These ripples were like layers of transparent waves, spreading rapidly around her with her as the center, as if they were the unique mark she left in the night sky.

When Li Luo rushed to the area where everyone was at Hope Base, the scene before her made her heart suddenly tighten.

The battle here has entered a white-hot stage, and the fighting situation is so brutal that it seems like a Shura battlefield has appeared in the world.

Her eyes were first drawn to the wounded.

They were protected in the center of the crowd, like fragile flowers in a storm.

Some of the wounded were as pale as paper, completely bloodless, and blood was gushing out of their wounds like a burst dam.

The shocking red color is particularly dazzling in the gray tones.

However, they clenched their teeth, veins bulged on their foreheads, and tried their best not to groan in pain.

They knew that at this critical moment, any sound could affect their companions who were fighting bravely.

Some of the wounded had already fallen into coma, their bodies trembling slightly due to the vibrations caused by the fierce fighting around them.

Their lives are like a candle in the wind, swaying on the edge of life and death. The uncertainty of their life and death is heartbreaking.

Surrounding the wounded was a circle of people who still had the ability to fight.

They stood back to back, building a defensive circle that was as tight and indestructible as the Great Wall of Steel.

In everyone's eyes, there was a flame of determination and resolve, which seemed to be able to dispel the blood and fear around them.

They all had wounds on their bodies to varying degrees, some deep, some shallow, each bearing a cruel mark of battle.

The bloodstains spread across their clothes, forming a mottled pattern that looked like an abstract painting of a brutal battle.

Fatigue followed them everywhere, covering their faces and carving deep wrinkles into them.

However, all this could not conceal the vigilant light in their eyes like cold stars.