"Boom!"
The Golden Cudgel smashed into the ground, driving it down two or three meters and leaving a long, sunken trench.
With that blow, everything fell quiet apart from the few Sequence Adepts still screaming and wailing.
The survivor who had run out earlier collapsed onto his backside at the sight, his mouth hanging open.
He had never seen such a terrifying attack. It was not that he had never seen Sequence Adepts fight, but the only ones he had seen were these Japanese bastards.
The highest Sequence Level among them was only Sequence Eight, and none of them possessed an attack as terrifying as Zhuo Wu's.
Zhuo Wu was also Sequence Eight, but he could hardly be judged by ordinary Sequence Eight standards.
Anyone who truly treated him as an ordinary Sequence Eight adept would be in for a world of pain.
He seemed unremarkable, but that depended on whom he was compared to.
Chu Sheng went without saying. He had already advanced to Sequence Six, leaving the lower Sequence Levels far behind and entering the middle Sequences.
Aside from him, although An Xi and Qingqing were only Sequence Seven, both possessed Myth Sequences.
Whether in Sequence Level or Sequence type, they outclassed Zhuo Wu.
The same was true of Zhu Qing.
With those people around, Zhuo Wu did not seem especially strong in combat. As for navigation, he could not compare to Captain Hui or Fang Hong either.
Old Man Li, A Xin, and Xingzi were in entirely different fields.
But no one in the group had ever underestimated his abilities.
Not just anyone could protect dozens of ordinary survivors alone for an entire year during the Apocalypse.
"That felt good!" Zhuo Wu shrank the enlarged Golden Cudgel back down and shouted, "I've wanted to beat up these