Apocalypse - Evil Shelter System

"Whoosh—!"

The sturdy branch was instantly pulled down, falling next to the small beast. The beast then opened its mouth and swallowed the branch whole.

Its form then streaked through the void like a meteor, vanishing into the forest in an instant.

At some point, Addison's body paused in mid-air. He stared blankly at the Tree of Life ahead, momentarily frozen and unable to recover his senses for a long time.

After a while, he sighed and muttered to himself with a bitter smile, "I am indeed still weak. This little guy even needs me to feed it."

Alex's gaze on the Tree of Life grew increasingly fervent. "This is a hundred times more precious than any spiritual medicine. To think that such a thing exists here—truly heaven's help."

"Alex, we need to leave," Addison urged.

"Leave?" Alex was taken aback, then his expression changed. He quickly said, "Aren't we here to find spiritual treasures? Why should we leave?"

"Spiritual treasure?" Addison scoffed. "This thing might be valuable, but it's useless to me. Besides, our current situation isn't favorable. If we encounter a strong opponent, we won't be able to handle it."

"No way, we can't leave empty-handed after finding something like this," Alex insisted firmly.

Addison sighed and smiled helplessly, "Alright, let's continue exploring then."

"Yes!" Alex nodded and then looked at the Tree of Life, slowly extending his hand. "The Tree of Life belongs to me!"

Swish!

Just as he was about to uproot the Tree of Life, a cold chill pierced his soul, causing his body to tremble.

Alex looked up, following the feeling, and saw a tall figure standing not far away. The man was dressed plainly, with a handsome face, holding a sharp sword, exuding an aura of fierce killing intent.

"Who are you?" Alex asked warily, eyeing the newcomer.

Addison frowned, his gaze fixed on the sword in the man's hand. "That sword he holds seems unusual."

Alex was bewildered. It was the apocalypse, so how could someone appear in such attire, like a character from a historical drama?

"Alex?" The young man frowned. "You shouldn't be here. Leave before I change my mind."

Alex laughed angrily, "I forgot, you're one of those arrogant disciples from that so-called sacred land. I've heard of your arrogance, and now I see it firsthand."

The young man, expressionless, said, "I hate it when people insult my sacred land. I'll give you three seconds to disappear from my sight, or else you'll regret it."

"You dare to kill me?" Alex sneered.

"Annoying!" The young man's face darkened, his eyes glinting with danger. He began walking towards Alex, each step exuding immense power.

Boom!

As the young man approached, his aura surged wildly, unleashing a terrifying pressure that enveloped the area.

"What are you trying to do? I'll have you know, I'm part of the Mothman Special Ability Squad," Alex said, his heart sinking as he sensed the young man's overwhelming power.

"Mothman Special Ability Squad?" The young man laughed mockingly. "Do you really think that bunch of trash deserves to be called warriors?"

"How dare you!" Alex roared in fury.

He had expected the mention of the Special Ability Squad to intimidate the young man. Instead, the young man not only showed no fear but also insulted them.

This was a great humiliation!

"Did you not understand when I called you trash?" the young man's tone grew increasingly mocking as he walked gracefully toward Alex, each step causing the ground to tremble.

"You..." Alex was so furious he nearly spat blood, gritting his teeth in frustration, but he felt helpless.

Suddenly, he noticed that several tall men had surrounded him, their gazes unfriendly.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Heh, my friend, you have quite the audacity to offend someone from the Sacred Land," a burly man snorted, eyeing the young man with amusement.

"Sacred Land?" The young man paused, then suddenly burst into loud, mocking laughter.

His laughter was rampant, deafening.

"So what if it's the Sacred Land? Do you think I should be afraid of them?"

The young man's laughter stopped abruptly, his expression turning icy. "I'll say it one more time: leave now, or die!"

"What an arrogant kid. Let's see where your confidence comes from," the burly man snorted, his figure blurring like a ghost. In an instant, he was in front of the young man, throwing a punch.

"Courting death!" the young man shouted coldly, kicking out to meet the burly man's fist.

"Boom!"

Both of them were forced back several steps. The burly man grunted, feeling excruciating pain in his right arm. Looking down, he saw that his entire right arm was swollen and red, resembling a pig's trotter, appearing extremely gruesome.

"Hiss~" The burly man took a sharp breath, his gaze wary as he looked at the young man. "Such strength. Who exactly are you?"

"Who I am is none of your concern," the young man replied coldly, glancing at the burly man before turning his gaze to Alex. "You have two breaths left."

"Two breaths?" Alex's pupils contracted. He took a deep breath, suppressing his humiliation, and said, "Let's go."

"Alex..."

"I said, let's go!" Alex ordered coldly.

Hearing this, the burly man gritted his teeth but ultimately gave up on revenge. He followed Alex, swiftly moving away.

After they had gone far, an old man in a green robe appeared beside the young man, watching Alex and his group with a serious expression. "Are you really going to let them leave just like that?"

The young man shook his head. "This place is not safe for long. Let's find a quiet place to heal our wounds."

"Alright." The old man in the green robe nodded, surveying the surroundings. After a moment, he pointed northeast. "There's a mountain range over there. Let's head there first!"

"Okay." The young man nodded, and they quickly left the area.

...

Alex and his group were in luck. Not long after escaping, they encountered another group of people.

"People from the Sacred Land?"

Seeing the approaching group, Alex felt a surge of relief.

While the people from the Sacred Land were domineering, they were slightly less powerful than the Mothman Special Ability Squad. More importantly, the Sacred Land people had mysterious movements, making them easier to deal with.

"It's you?"

The approaching group clearly recognized Alex and stopped, looking puzzled.

"My name is Aiken, deputy captain of the Mothman Special Ability Squad. We've been attacked by the Demon Insect Tribe here and seek your assistance," Alex said earnestly, cupping his fists in a respectful gesture.