From what had just happened, it seemed that all Superhumans killed by ghosts became Level 3 ghost slaves.
Moreover, there was a qualitative difference between Level 2 and Level 3.
Superhumans who could unleash their abilities without restraint, unafraid of death, were truly terrifying.
Even those who had undergone Third Awakening might not be capable of that.
And now, in this city, who knew how many Level 3 ghost slaves like that there were.
After all, there was no shortage of Superhumans in every city.
Just as Wang Ye was thinking, an angry voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Damn it, you were the one who knocked me out!"
Not far away, a Young Man clutching his head glared at Wang Ye with bloodshot eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on the Burial Clothes Wang Ye was wearing.
Wang Ye frowned slightly as he looked at the Young Man.
In times like these, it was not shameful to seize good things when one came across them.
If one lacked the strength, misjudged the situation, and died, then one had to accept it.
Just like the scarred man who had tried to take his Ghost Face Vine in the Wasteland—if one made a move to steal something, one had to be prepared to be killed for it.
Of course, if he had been unable to deal with that scarred man back then, that would have been his fate too.
Under Terror Resurgence, the Law of the Jungle was simply the way of things.
Under those circumstances, Wang Ye had already been kind enough not to kill him and take all his belongings.
And now—
Was this guy here to settle the score?
Wang Ye took a deep breath and rose to his feet with a pale face, but his body swayed, and