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

Outside the alien alliance base, a murderous gale blew up.

Li Shuang opened his red eyes, looked at the girl in front of him, showed his sharp teeth and growled - snap!

Song Shu slapped her on the head quickly and fiercely.

"Calm down!" she said. "Look who I am?!"

Li Shuang was a little dazed by the photo. The tip of her nose moved slightly, as if she was trying to identify who was in front of her. Her red eyes, which were full of murderous light, became clearer.

She opened her mouth and was about to speak, but her face became more distorted and painful, her body began to shrink into a ball, and the purple light on her heart flickered.

Song Shu used "Spirit Crystal Attachment" and wanted to temporarily seize control of Li Shuang's consciousness from the culprit holding the artifact, but as soon as the power was released, it was blocked by some invisible powerful force!

"Li Shuang, wake up!" Song Shu shouted.

Li Shuang struggled on the black wall, holding her head and letting out low roars. He Wusheng shackled her with his spiritual power, flew onto the parapet of the black wall, and looked into the distance.

At some point, the strange zombie army had quietly poured in from all directions. Song Shu turned around and looked at Fu Ying, who silently turned into a wisp of black mist and flew around her.

"I suddenly realized a problem." Song Shu said.

He Wusheng looked at her.

"In the first episode, I got Fu Ying's ability, which allows me to manipulate the hatred of the monsters into power. But the monsters created by the man holding the artifact are puppets whose hatred cannot be extracted."

"So I think that the purpose of creating the strange zombie puppets is not only to expand their number and scale, but also to restrain the supernatural power of 'Absolute Hatred'." Song Shu frowned.

"So what? That person couldn't imagine I was here." Fu Ying's voice sounded in her ears.

A large number of red funeral clowns emerged on the streets of the outer city. The black fog rushed forward as if it had caught a long-coveted prey, entwining, cutting, and killing.

Among those red funerals, Song Shu saw a familiar face. His expression was stiff and numb, but he nimbly dodged the attacks of the black fog, and his pupils were a bloodthirsty red.

"'Soul Devouring'?!" Song Shu screamed and immediately realized that he had been killed. Now his consciousness had no master and he was just a puppet, but the supernatural powers he possessed were still powerful, not to mention that he had now turned into a Red Funeral.

"That guy must have killed a lot of zombies and turned them into puppets, in order to prevent you and Fu Ying from gaining the power of hatred from them." He Wusheng said, "He will not appear like this just because he consumes your energy."

Song Shu: "What should we do? Do you have a way to lure that guy out?!"

He Wusheng threw out countless light bullets glowing with white light. The moment the light bullets touched Hongsang, they shattered into dust and were blown away into nothingness by a gust of wind.

"Soul Devourer" raised his scarlet eyes and stared at the top of the black wall. He dodged He Wusheng's light bullet and disappeared on the spot.

Even though the black wall sensed some kind of threat and began to rapidly increase in height, sending out countless black liquid spikes, "Soul Devourer" was not affected. He came behind Song Shu, and a hand appeared from the air, ready to grab Song Shu's neck.

"Unselectable", "Luck", and "Infinite Dodge" were activated at the same time. As Song Shu turned around and retreated, He Wusheng's blood sword flew out of her body and cut off the arm of "Soul Devourer"!

"Soul Devourer" must have released the "Untargetable" ability to escape, but He Wusheng's blood sword was not restricted by its ability. In just one breath, the blood sword went straight to the head of "Soul Devourer".

"I'm still waiting for instructions..." She said to Song Shu, with a strange light in her dark eyes. "If we want to deal with this person holding the artifact, I can't do it with my strength. I have to..."

Before she could finish, the outer city was already filled with black fog and red funeral ceremonies. Song Shu saw Boli, Cao Jian, Ye Qi and others also rushed to the top of the black wall and released their special powers to stop the red funeral ceremonies that wanted to climb up the black wall.

"What must it be?" Song Shu asked He Wusheng beside him, and suddenly found that she was gone. He raised his head when he heard Bo Li's shout.

She saw He Wusheng floating high in the sky, the spiritual power around him radiating out, protecting the inner city base.

Song Shu heard Li Shuang calling her name, and at the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her head - she hurriedly used Li Duolin's "mental barrier" to resist, but after only a few seconds of buffering, the power was broken.

She only felt her heart suddenly enveloped by a stream of cold water - the next moment, the pain in her head was gone.

Song Shu opened his eyes and looked down. His heart was still flashing purple light, but it was now covered by a layer of red light.

Li Shuang flashed in front of her, and Song Shu realized that this was Li Shuang's special ability to protect her spirit crystal and release a shield from the inside out.

Not only that, even the hearts of Bo Li, A Yan, Ye Qi, Ye He and others were covered with a layer of red light. Li Shuang opened a pair of red but clear eyes, staring straight at the outer city.

The black mist enveloped the entire outer city. From time to time, there were red mourning roars, which made my ears hurt slightly, and the air I breathed in through my nose became cold.

Under this dark sky, only He Wusheng's spiritual power was shining like moonlight, casting a silvery-white glow. Song Shu looked back at the inner city and saw Hongsang, who had ignored the shield restrictions and appeared inside, and was met with fierce resistance from the psychics.

Fu Ying was still fighting with Hong Sang in the outer city, but her figure could not be found by anyone. Maybe she turned into a ball of black mist and merged into other black mists, or maybe she only appeared at the moment of killing Hong Sang, and used her pitch-black crescent knife to harvest Hong Sang's head.

Song Shu couldn't find her, so he used "mental contact" to call her.

Fu Ying did not respond.

Song Shu was extremely anxious, and He Wusheng's words popped up in his mind.

What instructions is He Wusheng waiting for?

How could she possibly deal with this person?

If even she can't be dealt with, then what can subdue this person who possesses the magical weapon?

What must it be?

Could it be... that only if she can copy this magical weapon can she turn the tide?

No matter what, this person has to show up. What kind of situation would allow this mastermind to show up?

Song Shu knew that she already had the answer in her heart.

But she didn't know how He Wusheng would get rid of that person immediately if he really showed up.

"He Wusheng!" Purple light feathers spread out behind Song Shu and he came near He Wusheng. The higher he flew, the colder the air became, and the wind scraped his face like a knife.

Song Shu looked at her and asked word by word: "If you want to deal with someone holding a divine weapon, what kind of power must you rely on?"

He Wusheng's face was stern, but his tone was somewhat complicated: "Only the confrontation between divine powers can resolve this crisis."

"But you are not a god now. Are you going to find a god?" Song Shu's voice was almost drowned in the sudden surge of wind. "I will go and lure that person out. Do you have any way to get the gods to come directly?"

He Wusheng was silent for a few seconds before he said, "Yes... this is the only instruction I got."

"Okay! I'll go lead that person out!"