It was difficult for Tang Ling to describe his current state, he only knew that he had become a qualified and efficient killing machine.

Corpses or something, in the face of today's Tang Ling, they can no longer be called a threat, even if they rush up, under Tang Ling's precise and powerful fists and feet, it will be difficult to support them for too long.

With a 'snap', the last corpse man flew in, and before it landed, it was pinched by Tang Ling's huge palm, and the tightened five fingers were easily pinched and exploded with only a slight force, just like crushing a soft wild fruit.

The black blood mixed with the white brain pulp suddenly splashed Tang Ling's hands, with a temperature mixed with a hint of coolness that was unique to corpses.

Tang Ling didn't care about this, but stopped and gasped slightly.

Is this what power feels like? Even so, it still can't compare to any Purple Moon Warrior. But in times like these, it means that he has the qualifications to really survive.

Unfortunately, this qualification came too late...

Shaking off the black blood on his hand, Tang Ling's red eyes after transformation revealed a trace of sadness and pleasure.

This was the biggest difference after the second transformation, Tang Ling was completely conscious, but he was dominated by an angry killing instinct.

Combined, it becomes rational and cold-blooded, and in anger is mixed with irrepressible violence.

What's even more terrifying is that such strength and speed are combined with Tang Ling's innate precision instinct, what is it if it is not a killing machine?

I don't know when, the black clouds are surging again, the oppressive heaven and earth are cloudy, and the cold wind wraps the bloody air that explodes and blows through this barren and dilapidated land.

Finally, the road to Manglin was only Tang Ling himself, and the corpses of more than thirty corpses lay around him, and everything seemed to be over.

But the danger has not passed, after the killing of that night, it is difficult to predict how many corpses there will be, and I don't know how long my state can last.

If you want to survive, the only chance of life is still in the forest.

Tang Ling's breathing calmed down, and he began to stride towards Manglin, a trace of irrepressible exhaustion had come from his body, and he wanted to sleep quietly.

Before he could do that, he had to find a relatively safe place.

He had forgotten his previous 'obsession', and he couldn't even figure out why he had come.

He strode into the forest, and there was no sound of insects chirping here, only the sound of the wind blowing the leaves and Tang Ling's footsteps on the weeds.

Maybe it's because it's full of corpses, and no beast is not afraid of this greedy monster that eats everything.

Tang Ling seemed to have lost his prudence and caution, and walked without care.

Such an environment is lonely and lonely, but it also means safety! Tang Ling thought as he looked at a big tree not far away, and suddenly the surging sleepiness made his consciousness a little blurred.

But for this kind of tiredness, Tang Ling didn't feel strange or abrupt.

In his heart, there is an indescribable trace of enlightenment, and this tiredness should be inextricably related to his current physical state.

As if the first time he erupted in this state, he immediately fell into a coma.

"So, I hope I can still hold on and climb that big tree..."

It's just that there is still a small trouble to solve before climbing that tree.

There's a corpse under that tree!

Although it was well hidden, just lying around in the half-human-tall weeds under the trees, not knowing what it was doing, through the slight shaking of the grass, Tang Ling still keenly spotted it.

Holding back his sleepiness, Tang Ling cautiously approached, and when he was less than ten meters away from the big tree, he accelerated suddenly, stretched out his hand, and dragged the corpse out of the weeds.

What Tang Ling didn't expect was that the corpse hidden under the tree was not a complete corpse, but only half of its torso remained, and I don't know what kind of tenacious vitality supported it to live.

When Tang Ling dragged it out, it turned its back to Tang Ling and began to struggle violently, and the only remaining hand still held a steel-toothed gopher that had been eaten by a third.

Tang Ling didn't feel much about these, except for being slightly surprised by the corpse's vitality, he had subconsciously clenched his fists, ready to end the life of this ugly corpse with one punch.

But at this moment, the struggling corpse suddenly turned his head and looked at Tang Ling coldly and greedily, obviously the corpse man who did not have a sense of fear did not feel afraid of the situation at this time, but because of Tang Ling's 'food' self-throwing net, he became excited.

It waved its claws, and it looked like it wanted to devour Tang Ling.

But Tang Ling heard the sound of heartbreak at this moment, time seemed to stand still, and the pupils in his eyes were only the face of the corpse in front of him that was still stained with the blood of steel-toothed gophers.

'Whew' 'Whew' The wind blew, and for some reason it became violent in an instant.

Tang Ling let go of his clenched fist.

'Wow', 'Wow', the rolled up withered yellow leaves suddenly began to fly in large clusters.

'Tick', a tear dripped from the corner of Tang Ling's eyes with almost no brewing process.

His hands began to tremble, and he heard the sound of his own heart breaking, and the mad, bloodthirsty, and indifferent emotions that had been before began to peel off piece by piece like a broken armor.

Leaving behind the softest and most painful broken heart, dripping with blood.

"Mother-in-law..."The voice from Tang Ling's mouth was so indistinct, just rolling in his throat, he was already choked in his mouth.

At that moment, too many thoughts exploded in my mind, like vaguely remembering that my mother-in-law was burned to ashes?

But thousands of thoughts can't match the real face in front of him, and the corpse in front of him is his mother-in-law.

What about just being a mother-in-law? At this time, Tang Ling shed tears or heartache, and could no longer get back a trace of loving eyes from his mother-in-law, but found that the excitement of the food stimulated it to begin to writhe violently, and let out a 'woo woo' bloodthirsty and excited roar.

This roar carried a special sharp sound, which shook Tang Ling's eardrums.

At the same time, the corpses wandering within a radius of ten miles seemed to hear this screaming sound, and began to quickly gather frantically towards the place where Tang Ling was.

With such a big movement, Tang Ling immediately noticed it, not to mention that in the state of transformation, his five senses seemed to be three points stronger than the normal state.

Listening to those rushing footsteps, the corpses seemed to be responding to the low roar of the mother-in-law, Tang Ling had to accept this fact - the mother-in-law became a corpse, and it was not an ordinary corpse, its cry was special, and it had a commanding effect on the rest of the ordinary corpses.

'Kill it'! It was the best choice in front of him, Tang Ling raised his hand tremblingly...