Bang!
The sound of the door being smashed open interrupted Bai Ye's thoughts.
Apocalypse staff members rushed inside, blood threads stitching their eyes shut, their faces expressionless.
Roaring, they swallowed Bai Ye in a tide of bodies.
Bai Ye's heart sank, not because he sensed any threat. A mere few dozen Pseudo-Humans—even if that number were multiplied tenfold—could not harm a single hair on his head.
What darkened his expression was that Apocalypse's higher-ups had all become Pseudo-Humans. If the infection spread from top to bottom, how could the ordinary people at the bottom possibly escape?
Fuck!
Could the entire Apocalypse have already become a nest of Pseudo-Humans?
He stepped toward the door. The Pseudo-Humans crushing against one another were firmly blocked by [Armor], moving along with his steps.
From afar, he looked like a moving human ball.
As Bai Ye continued walking outside, more and more Pseudo-Humans appeared, packed together in dense masses.
By the time he reached the street, the entire road was in an uproar.
Pedestrians on the road, shop owners by the roadside, patrolling enforcers... every living person stopped what they were doing and stared straight at him.
The next second, they roared and charged at him.
Bai Ye's expression grew increasingly grim. "Fuck! My Apocalypse!!
My disaster-ridden Apocalypse, always getting plunged into hell every so often!!"
Apocalypse had only just about been rebuilt, and now all that rebuilding had gone to waste again.
It had not been destroyed. Everyone had simply turned into Pseudo-Humans.
"Get lost!"
He shouted softly. Boom!
A terrifying Blood Qi of one hundred and thirty thousand erupted. Centered on him, a visible ring of scarlet airwaves spread outward.
Hundreds of Pseudo-Humans were instantly blasted away, hurled high into the air before crashing down like dumplings being tossed into a pot.
After