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

Li Luo stopped and stood only three steps away from him. He looked at him coldly with a cold arc at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't you like to cause trouble for us? Why, now that I come to you on my own initiative, you are so scared?"

Li Zhentian opened his mouth and tried to force out words, but his voice was trembling.

"But, but... you guys didn't lose anything, there's no need to chase us here..."

Li Luo sneered, his eyes as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to completely peel off his disguise.

She spoke slowly, her voice low but piercing like a cold winter wind:

"No losses? You attacked us twice and tried to make us disappear. If we were not stronger than you, what would the situation be like now? You still have the nerve to say that there were no losses?"

Her footsteps slowly approached, and Li Zhentian subconsciously wanted to step back, but there was an icy wall behind him, with no way to escape.

His eyes widened, his legs went weak, and he could barely support his body.

Li Luo raised his finger lightly. This casual movement filled the air with an invisible sense of oppression.

Li Zhentian suddenly felt as if a crack had exploded in his mind, and the huge mental pressure crushed down like a mountain.

His legs went weak and he fell to his knees with a thud, trembling all over.

"You..." He tried to look up, but found that his vision became blurred.

He reached out to grab something, but to no avail.

Li Luo looked down at him, his tone full of cold sarcasm:

"Weren't you very arrogant? Why are you cowardly now? You haven't done anything bad in this long apocalypse, have you?"

Li Zhentian's breathing was rapid and his face was as pale as paper.

His mind uncontrollably emerged with those crimes—the companions he betrayed, the innocent people who died, the survivors he plundered...

Each scene came back to him like a nightmare, causing his mind to break down even faster.

"I... I was wrong..." He finally cried out, his tone filled with despair and fear, "Please let me go... I will never..."

"Wrong?" Li Luo looked at him coldly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Isn't it too late to say this now?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her aura suddenly became stronger.

The air around seemed to be pulled and became heavy, as if an invisible force was quietly condensing.

Li Zhentian only felt that he was caught in a storm, his mind and body were crushed at the same time, and he was completely unable to resist.

He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of this feeling of powerlessness, but the powerful force locked him tightly, leaving him without even the strength to stand up.

His vision gradually became blurred and he began to have hallucinations.

He seemed to see the figures of those he had killed walking out of the darkness and rushing towards him with resentment on their faces.

"No... It's not me... Let me go..." Li Zhentian let out a desperate roar, holding his head with both hands, trying to drive away those hallucinations. But these voices were like nightmares, completely devouring his sanity.

Just when he was on the verge of collapse, a deep male voice came from the other side.

"Lolo."

The voice was calm, but it carried a force that could not be ignored, instantly breaking the silence.

Li Zhentian tried hard to open his eyes soaked with cold sweat, and turned his gaze with difficulty to the source of the sound.

He saw a tall figure walking slowly from the other end of the corridor with steady steps, and every step was like a warning bell knocking on the ground.

The person who came was Lu Jingcheng.

He was wearing a dark combat uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his eyes revealed a cold and murderous aura.

The dim light outlined his angular face, and when his eyes swept over Li Zhentian, there was a hint of condescending indifference.

On the road he came from was another group of fallen enemies.

"Done?" Li Luo asked casually, his tone relaxed, as if everything that had just happened was just a trivial matter.

Lu Jingcheng nodded, his voice low but clear: "Well, it didn't take much effort. These people are too weak."

His gaze then fell on Li Zhentian, and his eyes turned slightly cold.

"But this guy seems to be quite tenacious."

Li Luo sneered and said lightly: "Tenacious? It's just the last gasp of a spent force."

Li Zhentian looked at the two people's calm and composed attitude, and the fear in his heart almost reached its peak.

He collapsed to the ground, without even the strength to stand up.

He moved his lips desperately and uttered a weak voice: "What... do you want to do..."

Hearing this, Li Luo slowly squatted down and looked at him with cold eyes.

Her gaze was like two icy blades, piercing his soul and making him feel utterly desperate.

"What do we want to do?" Her voice was cold and contemptuous. "It's just settling old scores."