"Lord Nameless, are you done yet?"
"Lord Nameless, we're almost out of fuel."
"How about we all jump out of the car together and see if we can take a gamble?"
Nameless kept his eyes closed. Tang Wentian's voice came from time to time, but it came at exactly the right moment, because Nameless was already starting to feel dazed.
He didn't lack willpower.
The problem was that the white sphere didn't affect his mind or soul. It affected his brain.
Tang Wentian's voice was like an anchor point, rousing him from his dazed state again and again.
About a minute later—or perhaps ten minutes—Nameless suddenly shuddered violently. It felt like going to the bathroom on a winter night and having a cold draft blow across his back while he was urinating, making him tremble uncontrollably.
That shudder immediately cleared Nameless's mind. He glanced at the rearview mirror and said, "That was dangerous. I almost died."
With that, he pushed open the car door and stepped out in a bizarre posture.
Under normal circumstances, he would have fallen so hard that even his parents wouldn't have recognized him. Yet Nameless landed steadily, as if his feet had taken root. He leaned back slightly, then stabilized himself.
The Savage Bull Zombie charged again. Nameless drew his blade with a smile and muttered, "Brother Bull, let me show you the pinnacle of humanity's butchering techniques—Butcher Ding's Ox-Dissection Style!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two sides instantly passed each other. The Savage Bull Zombie ran several more steps from its momentum before its body split in two.
Nameless shook his blade, flinging off the viscous blood, and muttered to himself, "This ability is pretty useful. It should be enough to clear this world."
After consuming the white sphere, his physical abilities