Walking on the deserted street, listening to the roars and cries getting closer and closer in his ears, He Mo felt that he must be crazy.

Even if it is a small-scale human corpse tide, it is also an existence that must be taboo when a soul realm powerhouse encounters, and he is still hanging around here in a small secluded realm like no one, and by the way, he grabbed a few scourge officials and took a sip.

He Mo understands that the only way for him to win now is his ability, and as long as he strengthens his ability to the Yun Realm, there may not be no chance of survival.

He quietly swirled the whirlpool, and the scourge around him suddenly felt a powerful suction force draw them towards the young man, and finally he devoured them.

“......”

With these calamities as energy, He Mo quickly expanded his heart voice realm to ten meters, and then he was pleasantly surprised to find out..... Ten meters seems to be the limit of the heart's voice, the absorption of the scourge no longer makes it expand its range, and the ability is still in the dark realm, but He Mo can feel that after absorbing most of the scourge in the Western District, his energy has become extremely pure, and he is only one step away from the Yun realm.

Continuing to run the whirlpool, He Mo slowly walked into a street. People are either already in shelters or hiding in the basements of their homes, and there is no one on the street except He Mo.

Just after summer, the temperatureless wind pierced through the membrane outside the city and passed through this quiet neighborhood, and he looked at the rusty billboards and the missing person notices flashing with snowflakes on the electronic screens on the streets, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, He Mo's body froze.

He heard a subtle sound, and what made He Mo even more frightened was that the sound was on his side, extremely close.

He Mo slowly stepped back, and then in the garbage heap next to the billboard, he saw a Voldemort.

In the real sense, "Voldemort" lying motionless on the ground.

Only the silhouette of a human figure could barely be seen in the garbage heap, He Mo was only less than two meters away from him just now, and he was still motionless!

What patience is this?

The lion fights the rabbit, and also uses all his strength. This is the instinct of every zombie in the wilderness, different from those moving targets in film and television works that move slowly and their bodies from time to time, this is really suitable for hunters who survive in the era of aberration.

Moreover, he found that no matter how much he tried to probe this figure with his heart, it would be bounced away by the vague energy, and He Mo could only hear a vague whisper: "Crooked than Crooked, Malaysia, Crooked than Babu...."

He Mo was secretly shocked in his heart, this zombie was at least above the Yun Realm before his death! Can't be messed with...... He secretly estimated the difference in strength between himself and the other party in his heart, and felt that the other party's ambush in the garbage heap was just an instinctive vigilance, if he knew that he was a weak chicken in the secluded realm, he would be caught up in less than twenty seconds.

He Mo's advantage is that the other party doesn't know that he has been discovered, and he doesn't know that he still retains some of his original strength after being zombied. The disadvantage is that once you are bitten by a zombie, you will begin to assimilate, and the strength of the other party is much stronger than your own.

After weighing the pros and cons, He Mo made up his mind, he took advantage of the other party's lack of reaction, found a sharp gravel on the ground, and threw it towards the garbage heap, and quickly distanced himself from the garbage heap.

Even if it was just the strength of a Nether Realm ability, this gravel would be enough to seriously injure a trained ordinary muscular tough guy.

Bang!

The garbage heap suddenly exploded, a gray shadow flickered, and Voldemort quickly approached He Mo, and in a few breaths, the distance between He Mo and He Mo was widened.

Sure enough, to survive in the post-cataclysmic world will be so easy for you to run away is hell.

It's a good opponent...... It's like playing a card game and suddenly finding that the "equal opponent" on the matching screen has become a "game developer", and you don't have to play at all.

If He Mo hadn't been able to quickly distance himself from him, he would have become a zombie by now.

I saw He Mo running and stopping.

The zombies who were chasing after them quickly stopped the car and kept a certain distance from He Mo. The hunter's instinct told him that in this case, it was wisest to avoid the desperate fight of the prey.

So as soon as He Mo turned around, he saw a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at him deadly.

It was a middle-aged man who looked quite complete, he was slender, and he was walking towards He Mo step by step with a very unnatural appearance at this time.

Although I have also seen relevant materials on TV and terminals, it is the first time to face real zombies, and it is false to say that I am not nervous. He Mo held a kitchen knife in his hand that he had picked up from the shop when he had just fled, and put on a posture to meet him, and at the same time, his heart was full of voice, but the obscure power entrenched in the zombie was surprisingly powerful, and he still couldn't perceive the zombie's heart.

"Damn.... Sure enough, it has a special ability..."In He Mo's vigilant gaze, the zombie's right hand ignited a black flame, tentatively attacking He Mo.

Intuitively, knowing that he couldn't be hit by this black flame, a fist shadow appeared, and the fist met the blade of the kitchen knife, and there was a faint sound of gold and iron clashing!

The moment the fist and the kitchen knife came into contact, He Mo was stunned.

At that moment, the vortex in his body seemed to be attracted by the black flames, and after a roar, it expanded several times!

He Mo only felt a sharp pain, and then his eyes went dark.

After waking up, he found that he seemed to have turned into a zombie and was attacking "He Mo" with a kitchen knife in front of him.

He Mo couldn't manipulate this body, but he clearly sensed the body's punching route and response plan:

If the fist hits He Mo, the next set of combos will be to control the opponent with the soul devouring fire; If your fist is blocked, pull back and look for another opportunity.

And when He Mo was "watching", he only felt that the energy in his body was rapidly depleting.

This kind of experience as if it had become another person made He Mo square inches disrupted, and subconsciously wanted to control this hand to stop attacking the opposite "self".

It's just that just after stopping that hand for a moment, He Mo's ability began to consume wildly, and he was finally forced to cut back into his body.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the fist really paused when it was about to hit the kitchen knife, and then continued to attack the kitchen knife.

He Mo only felt that a huge force was transmitted from the knife, and his body was shocked for several meters, and the knife didn't know where the knife fell.

Embarrassed to get up from the ground, patting the dust on his body, when He Mo ran the whirlpool again, he found that the obscure power of the zombies on the opposite side disappeared, and the zombies were releasing a steady stream of "information" under his perception, if He Mo could only barely interpret this kind of information before, now He Mo found that he seemed to be able to fully understand the meaning of this information from the perspective of the other party, and seemed to be able to release energy to interfere with the transmission of this information.

Intuitively speaking, it means being able to predict the other person's actions in advance from the other person's point of view, and can interfere with the other person's thoughts as just now.

What a capability!

It's just that because of the full control just now, He Mo's energy is already empty at this time.

And the zombie on the opposite side found that the prey in front of him seemed to be a weak chicken. So he stopped trying, and the figure that ignited the dark black flame quickly disappeared in place, with a burst of breaking sound.

Just as He Mo was about to close his eyes and wait for death, he heard a crisp voice: "Stand back!" ”

He Mo instinctively felt a chill and hurriedly leaned back.

In the next second, where the zombie was standing, countless sharp ice blades fell from the sky, deeply piercing the zombie's body and directly piercing the head of the middle-aged zombie.

The zombies stood in place, the black flames were burning wildly, and the air was distorted when you looked closely! But he couldn't melt the ice blade stuck in his body, and finally fell to the ground unwillingly, let out a meaningless roar, and died.