Disaster: The Great Willow Tree

A rain of blood mixed with chunks of flesh came pouring down.

As the flesh-mutated centipede died, vast clouds of blood mist spread through the air under cover of darkness.

Noticing that part of his divine sense had suddenly gone dark, Chen Feng hurriedly told the disciples who had escaped the dojo to retreat farther away from the central area.

After all, this was not a year later. The citizens of Cihang City had not yet evolved bodies capable of adapting to the red fog, nor had they developed night vision to spot dangers in the darkness.

Old Wolf flattered him from the side. "Boss, that move was so damn cool! What was it?"

What move?

A basic attack!

To preserve his glorious image in his underling's eyes, Chen Feng cleared his throat softly. "That was the Heavenly Emperor Fist I recently learned."

Only after the red fog had mostly dispersed did things settle down.

The dojo disciples cautiously gathered around him, thanking Chen Feng for saving their lives.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"We would've been done for without you!"

Chen Feng had expected someone to deliver that classic line: "If you'd come sooner, they wouldn't have died! You killed them!"

But apparently, most people were still sane.

Since they were sane, Chen Feng offered a few more words of warning. "Don't let your guard down. The danger isn't over yet."

The disciples were shocked. "That monster isn't dead yet?"

Of course it wasn't.

Everyone in Cihang version 1.0 could resurrect. How could version 2.0 lack that feature?

Chen Feng shared his experience from his previous life. "As long as there's flesh left, these things can resurrect right where they died. To kill them for good, you at least need to burn them clean, or kill them seven