What's wrong with being cold-blooded in the end times? Anyone who messes with my wife will die.

The psychics hiding in the building carefully released their abilities to explore the outside world and communicated using common channels in their minds.

"Can I come in?"

"Absolutely."

"If we can get in, we'll have done a great deed when we return."

"Yes, if we can get some information from this base, we will definitely get more supplies when we return."

"More than just supplies? If we want to take over this base, do we still need their crappy supplies?"

"——Stop making noise!"

"Follow orders and prepare on all sides."

The psychics in the collapsed building near the black wall in the south were waiting for their opportunity. They looked at the dark high wall and could not see if there was anyone patrolling on it.

One of the psychics who possessed the power of illusion hid his figure in the shadows and quietly released his mental power to perfectly replicate the scene outside the black wall. Whether it was the collapsed buildings or the fine dust flying in the sun, everything was simulated in great detail.

"We are ready. Request the other three teams to draw firepower." The illusionist conveyed the message on the common channel.

boom----!

Dull explosions were heard in different directions, and the psychics of the southern team waited with bated breath.

Not until the common channel conveyed the message of successful containment, another psychic stepped out, stretched out his hand to release purple mental power, and tried to decompose the black wall under the protection of the illusion.

The black wall trembled slightly like water waves, but always maintained a stable shape, and even emitted a cold force, not only resisting his supernatural powers, but even attempting to devour the mental power that was playing a decomposing role.

Cold sweat oozed from the psychic's forehead. He gritted his teeth and increased his strength, and the purple light on his heart flickered. At this moment, the black wall seemed to soften a little, and black liquid began to flow, dripping onto the ground.

"No - I'm out of energy. This iron wall is too hard to break down."

"Hurry up and go in!"

The sun broke out from the clouds, and the warm yellow light shone on the black wall that was slowly melting. The psychics of the southern team looked at a man wearing glasses. The latter adjusted his glasses, and the pair of black eyes under his dark sword-like eyebrows were full of indifference.

He closed his eyes and drew complex trajectories in the air with his hands. As he moved, the space around him began to distort, as if it was slowly squeezed together by invisible hands.

In just ten seconds, veins popped up on the man's forehead and neck, and his skin slowly turned red. The other psychics saw this and became uneasy, as this meant that the effect of releasing their psychic powers was not satisfactory.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes abruptly, swiped his hands in the air, and then quickly put them together - a large area of ​​dark purple light covered the black wall and was rapidly spreading around. Although they could not see what was inside the black wall, they knew that they had succeeded!

Everyone quickly ran to the front of the purple light, and all the psychics released their mental power to activate their superpowers. The black wall seemed to no longer exist, and the purple light opened a passage. As long as they stepped in, they could successfully break into the interior and launch a sneak attack!

As soon as they stepped in, they felt the ground beneath their feet soften, followed by a strong stench. Even though several purple monsters reacted quickly, they were unable to use the force to escape. Their bodies sank suddenly and were instantly submerged in the sticky liquid.

The air was filled with a disgusting smell, a mixture of excrement, microorganisms, and chemicals, a special, complex, and corrupt smell that was so strong that it was suffocating. With every breath, the pungent smell rushed straight to the head, and all the mutants who fell in opened their mouths and began to retch.

“yue…yue…!”

The filth in the septic tank was as thick as asphalt and had an indescribable disgusting feel. The psychics struggled hard in fear, but found themselves sinking deeper and deeper in despair, with some even having their heads completely sunk in.

"Damn...yue...we fell into a trap...yue...yue..." Someone yelled loudly and then vomited quickly. His eyes were stinging and his palms kept slapping in the dirt, splashing on other people's faces.

"Yue... Help... Yue..." Someone was so disgusted that he started crying, and his tears washed the dark yellow liquid on his face.

The lenses of the psychic who led the charge into the base first also had feces all over his face. He pursed his lips tightly, resisting the urge to vomit. The dirt kept seeping into his clothes, and the cold and disgusting liquid almost made him lose his mind.

He used up almost all of his mental strength, causing a purple light to appear in front of him. The purple light quickly moved towards everyone, and the surrounding space was distorted and squeezed again. All the people swallowed by the purple light fell into the gray ruins, with dirt dripping from their bodies.

Everyone's face was filled with disgust and anger. They thought their sneak attack plan was a good one, but it had been seen through by the other party, and they even fell into the trap carefully laid by the other party!!!

Only the man who could manipulate space quickly took off his clothes and glasses. Before everyone vomited completely, he realized something was wrong - it was so quiet around him.

An off-road vehicle drove over slowly, and several clear female voices were heard, accompanied by earth-shattering laughter.

When the psychics subconsciously wanted to run, the black wall covered with purple light had already returned to normal. They smelled the stench on their bodies, retching while preparing for battle.

"Oh my god, this stinks." Han Ya said, "Luckily I blocked my sense of smell."

"You have been surrounded. Surrender immediately and you will be allowed to take an open-air bath." Tang Xinyu sat on the roof of the car, urging the strong wind to blow towards those psychics, her tone full of ridicule.

"I'm dying of laughter. How could someone fall into a septic tank? I'm dying of laughter. No, someone should compensate me with a stomach, hahahaha—" Nan Dan was sitting in the passenger seat, holding her stomach, with a stream of water in her hand, "Should we ask Song Shu if he wants to give them a bath?"

"Now that this septic tank has appeared, how should we solve the problem?" Han Ya said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of purple light enveloped the filth in the deep pit of the septic tank, and all of it flew out through the black wall arch.

The psychics who were drenched in shit were shaking with anger and their faces turned blue. They shouted and rushed forward. Han Ya was frightened and her face turned pale. Just as Tang Xinyu and Nan Dan were about to use their psychics, suddenly a column of water fell from the sky that could turn and washed them all into a deep pit.

Song Shu teleported and appeared in front of the SUV. She snapped her fingers, and the black cage not far away became transparent. The psychics who launched the attack were imprisoned inside. Their eyes were empty and they reached out their hands to grope forward.

The water column was still washing the deep pit. The man who was using the clean water to clean his glasses ignored the miserable conditions and shouting of others. He just stood there motionless, letting the clean water wash over his upper body, looking at the girl who had plotted against them.

"Oh my god, eight-pack abs, and two little red plums." Han Ya bit her finger, "What a great figure, not a loss at all."

Tang Xinyu was speechless: "Shut up, you little nympho."

Nan Dan moved his fingers gently, and said with great interest: "Song Shu, I want to freeze them."

Song Shu just looked at those supernatural beings, spread his hands and smiled slightly: "I have never given this gift of holy water bath to anyone before. You are so blessed."

The man didn't say anything. He just scratched his hair hard to wash away the dirty water, and a very slight hum came from his throat.

"Survival of the fittest, all's fair in war, you win," he said finally.

Song Shu tilted his head and answered seriously: "We are the winners."

The faint smile on her face had disappeared, and her eyes were now cold and decisive: "And you losers will pay with your lives."

Countless black shadows surrounded those psychics. Song Shu waved his hand, and those black shadows lifted the psychics into the air and wrapped around their necks. The man holding the glasses had a calm expression, closed his eyes, and let them do whatever they wanted.

"I'm ashamed of your father, Ye He, you are here??!"

The man opened his eyes in shock and saw Ye Qi standing next to Song Shu with his jaw almost dropped to the ground. He was unable to speak as if he was stuck, and his bare chest heaved violently!

Before he could say anything, Ye Qi went from shock to confusion, and then to disgust, and turned and left.

"Ugh, I don't have a brother who fell into a septic tank."

Ye He: “…”