The sky was shrouded in gray mist, and Song Zhe didn't know what time it was. Based on the biological clock he had developed over the years, he felt that now should be the time of the child.

Nighttime is the time when most dimensional monsters are active, and during the day they are mostly sleeping.

If Song Zhe wants to kill it, he must wait for the moment when it is mentally exhausted.

Although it has been eight years since he left this dilapidated world, Song Zhe has never relaxed in the past eight years, he always reminds himself that he is going back, and he has never relaxed his vigilance at any moment.

When there was a glimmer of light in the sky, the beetle shook its head and stretched its limbs, which was the rhythm of sleep.

Song Zhe wanted to slip away now while it wasn't paying attention, but those tireless zombies outside wouldn't let him escape. Once the sound of the fight wakes up the Beetle, Song Zhe will definitely go through his life.

Song Zhe has learned a lot of martial arts over the years, and there are still means to hide his aura and act quietly.

The beetle twisted its huge buttocks, Song Zhe's eyes flashed, and the internal force that had already gathered momentum was like a flood opening the floodgates, tilting out.

Five times the physical fitness, coupled with the innate internal force, when they converged, Song Zhe was like an arrow off the string, at the moment when the beetle did not react, his body quickly flashed under the beetle's body, and the Tang knife in his hand looked at the position, and inserted a knife into the weak point of the beetle's abdomen, and then pulled it out like lightning.

The beetle let out a roar of pain, and blue, green, and red messes flowed from beneath its belly.

Song Zhe quickly got up and stepped back into the corner.

The Beetle went crazy, and it slammed into Song Zhe.

Click!

The wooden bed, which had long since fallen into disrepair, was torn apart.

Song Zhe rolled on the spot, dodging the attack of the beetle, exerting force under his feet, rushing out of the room along the wall, and running desperately in the corridor.

With the wall barrier, the Beetle had a lot of trouble moving, and it was badly injured, and it didn't have long to live.

Its small dark eyes glanced at Song Zhe with resentment, its mouthparts opened and closed, and with a chirp, the zombies and mutated creatures wandering outside seemed to have received an order, and they gathered towards this building.

Song Zhe raised and fell with a knife, and several zombies blocking the road were cut off by him, and the head full of corpse spots was still open and wanted to bite Song Zhe.

Fighting quickly broke out in the corridors.

Song Zhe's knife was waved again and again, each time bringing up an afterimage, a touch of blood.

There are too many monsters, and the consumption of his physical strength is not small.

In desperation, Song Zhe pressed the solo armor in his left hand.

The battle armor quickly merged, and when he raised his hand, it was a beam of light, blasting through several monsters in front of him, and holding a Tang knife in the other hand, he kept waving it.

For a while, Song Zhe was invincible, like a tiger entering a flock, wantonly rushing and killing among monsters.

Gradually, the energy of the solo battle armor dropped to half, and Song Zhe didn't dare to use the laser easily, it was used by him to save his life, and it was a pity to use it here.

After a while, Song Zhe felt that the attack frequency of the monster seemed to have weakened a lot, and the follow-up replenishment could not keep up, so he suddenly turned around, only to find that the black beetle was already dead.

Song Zhe breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the zombies and mutated creatures that had lost their command were not to worry.

He used enough energy, and a huge laser pillar sprayed out, emptying more than a dozen monsters, and then Jiuyang Divine Skill exerted force, and he smashed the wall and jumped down from the building.

His footsteps dotted around the building, unloading the downward impact.

As for the other monsters, they didn't know how to do it, and they rained down from the air, smashing the floor, shattering bones and smashing internal organs.

There were still a few zombies on the street rushing here, and after Song Zhe landed on the ground, he identified the direction, no longer stayed, and thought about running into the distance.

After a morning of travel, the human gathering place is close at hand.

But the situation in front of him made Song Zhe frown.

Above the human gathering ground was the banner of the Tiger Mercenary Regiment, their sworn enemy. It was because of the sneak attack of the Tiger Mercenary Group that Song Zhe experienced such a wonderful journey.

Song Zhe touched his face and smiled helplessly.

Eight years have passed, and his actual age is now thirty-one, compared to eight years ago, his face is only a little more mature, and his appearance has hardly changed much.

Moreover, the speed of time is different in each world, and Song Zhe is now unsure how long it has been since he was attacked that year.

If only a few days had passed, he would have thrown himself into the net by running over now.

"How can this be, this human gathering place has always been in the hands of the city lord, when did the Tiger Mercenary Group occupy this place?" This question flashed through Song Zhe's mind.

The number one master city lord in the gathering place, that is a fire-based ability, and the one-handed flame is superb, and ordinary dimensional monsters are not his opponents.

Just like the beetle that Song Zhe met this morning, where does the city lord need Song Zhe to bother like this, the flame will be over as soon as it burns.

"Did they join forces to destroy the Celestial Wolf Mercenary Group, or did the Tiger Mercenary Group have overwhelming strength, kill the city lord in one fell swoop, and become the master of the human gathering place?" Song Zhe wasn't very sure, but the only thing he was sure of was that he was going there now, it was simply looking for death.

He didn't want to die, so he had to go back to the ruined city to survive.

Song Zhe slowly retreated, returning to the city along a relatively safe path.

The food brought back from the previous world has been depleted, and the current problem to be solved is the source of food.

You can't go to the gathering place, and the shops in the city probably don't have much food, even if there is Song Zhe, he doesn't dare to eat it. It was all hundreds of years old, long expired.

Now you can only choose to eat the flesh of those mutated creatures.

Thinking of the taste of that kind of thing, Song Zhe smiled helplessly, it seems that he has really lived a good life for a long time, and he is a little unaccustomed to this kind of hard time.

In the afternoon, Song Zhe returned to the place where the beetle was hunted.

The beetle lay there quietly, exuding a sense of awe.

With the help of its residual aura, there will be no new dimensional monsters coming here in a short period of time, and Song Zhe will be relatively safe in the next week.

Eating the sour beast meat, Song Zhe's thoughts began to flutter.

The Tiger Mercenary Group must be solved, and Liang Kuan is his only friend here, who died under the guns of the Tiger Mercenary Group that day. There is also the development of the future, I don't know what the next world will be, and if I can come back alive, will I be able to gain more power. Moreover, if he can't find a way to prolong his life, sooner or later he will run out of life.