"Smack... smack-smack..."
In the Warehouse District of the dilapidated outer zone, the limbs of several Mutant Strains were still twitching, making sounds that were somewhat nauseating.
Luo Zhen dispersed the spirit bow in his hand. As if the Mutant Strains around him no longer existed, he walked out from between the three Mutant Strains and headed toward Lipa.
Lipa simply stared blankly at Luo Zhen as he approached, completely unresponsive.
Seeing this, Luo Zhen spoke with an expression that was both amused and exasperated.
"What are you staring at me like that for this time?"
At that, Lipa still did not react for quite a while.
There was nothing to be done.
Luo Zhen's performance had truly left him shaken.
What were those three Mutant Strains?
They were existences strengthened by Collapse Power and powerful enough to rival a large Mutant Strain like Antares.
Back then, just one Antares had nearly destroyed the entire Mistgun. Surely, even the fortress Floating City that specialized in fighting the Demon Scarab hordes on the front lines could not gain much of an advantage against such a large Mutant Strain, right?
Yet now, three Mutant Strains capable of rivaling it had been shot down one after another by Luo Zhen in less than a minute. How could Lipa possibly react?
Even the enemy themselves probably could never have imagined that the group formed by these three Mutant Strains would be so helpless in Luo Zhen's hands.
Was this the Human Hero?
Was this the Magecraft King?
Was this... Lorelei Annerose?
Only question after question remained in Lipa's blank mind.
But in the end, those questions turned into excitement, and then into outright exhilaration.
After all, the person before him was so powerful that, for humanity, this was simply the best news imaginable.
Thus, when