Fury

The advantage had arrived, and seizing the opportunity, another shotgun blast swept across the body, hitting the Goblin Mage and killing the warrior instantly.

Only the mage remained; all its spellcasting rhythm, neural responses, and movement had long been completely disrupted by Lu Heng.

Without the Silver Warrior's close-range support, the lone spellcaster has no chance of turning the tide against close-range firepower.

His body trembled twice, and the Priest collapsed to the ground.

The desolate battlefield has fallen completely silent.

The two alien bodies did not remain.

According to the rules of this apocalyptic world, the bodies of the fallen alien races rapidly dissolve and vanish, their flesh and bones turning into invisible warm currents that dissipate into the air.

Unlike the ordinary Green Demon's quiet disappearance upon death.

This warrior and this Priest are both high-ranking individuals within their race, possessing a profound foundation accumulated through long-term battles and cultivation.

Two streams of warm, Origin Energy, of varying depths, slowly diffused through the air.

Lu Heng stood still, clearly sensing the temperature changes in the surrounding air.

The next second, the pores on the skin instinctively open.

The dormant Greedy Wolf Power within his body instantly stirred up on its own.

There were no extraordinary phenomena, no radiance, and no exaggerated energy explosions.

Only the most direct and genuine physical sensations can be felt from within the body.

The alien essences scattered in the air were completely pulled and absorbed by the body, seeping into the body little by little through the pores, flesh, and bones.

A thick, full warmth instantly coursed through my limbs and bones.

The slight fatigue, muscle tension, and mental strain accumulated from the intense fighting just now were instantly erased.

The Greedy Wolf Power rapidly circulated, devoured, and digested these two pure primordial energies within the meridians and flesh.

Originating from the essence of the Silver Warrior, it is profound and powerful, filling the gaps in physical strength.

Originating from the Priest, it is delicate and enduring, replenishing the foundation of mental and sensory depletion.

The two origins complemented and merged, completely integrating into Lu Heng's physique.

A real sense of satisfaction washed over me.

My tense muscles and bones completely relaxed, and my whole body felt refreshed and light. Every inch of my muscles and every bone felt incredibly comfortable and nourished.

It's not a superficial surge in power, but a solid, grounded, and fulfilling sense of groundedness.

It's like being fully replenished after being overdrawn, feeling energetic and vibrant all over, with every inch of your body at its peak.

handy.

The most authentic physical sensations are returned to the body from the source.

As the source was completely devoured and absorbed by the Greedy Wolf Power, the remaining energy in mid-air completely dissipated.

On the ground, two brand-new treasure chests slowly solidified and took shape.

It's on a completely different level from what the Green Demon drop when they die.

The two treasure chests are thick and sturdy, with the surface engraved with the unique patterns of the Goblin tribe.

A rugged, sharp-edged creature, its lines hardened, carrying the heavy aura of years of close combat, belonging to a fallen Silver Warrior.

A creature with intricate, intertwined patterns, possessing a restrained and feminine beauty, was the exclusive loot dropped by that tribal Priest.

It's immediately obvious that its grade, heritage, and value far surpass all the ordinary treasure chests in the entire venue.

Lu Heng glanced down at his surroundings; his physical condition had already recovered to its peak.

He didn't rush to open the box.

The continuous gunfire just now carried far across the open, unobstructed Withered Reed Plain.

The commotion of a major battle could not be concealed.

His spiritual perception spread out, steadily covering an area of several hundred meters around him, not missing the slightest movement.

The battlefield was deathly silent for only a few dozen seconds.

From the distant reeds, faint sounds began to emanate.

The rustling of grass, the soft patter of footsteps, and the hushed breathing approached from all directions, layer upon layer.

A group of figures cautiously peeked out, using the reeds as cover.

They are all ordinary survivors scattered throughout the wasteland, hiding from the war and barely surviving until now.

They followed the sound of gunfire and observed the battlefield from a great distance.

No one knows the full details of the battle that just took place.

No one knew that a fierce two-on-one battle had taken place here.

All that everyone sees is the final result.

Treasure chests were scattered all over the ground, and the battlefield was deserted, with only one lone figure standing in the center.

In the minds of this group of people, there is only one answer.

The two major ethnic groups fought to the death, both suffering heavy losses.

The only one standing is someone who has fought until their last breath and is barely clinging to life.

The spoils of war are everywhere, but no one is there to guard them.

An excellent opportunity to snag a bargain.

The figures in the distance lowered their bodies, no longer daring to show themselves.

A group of people spread out and, using the dense reeds as cover, slowly made their way towards the center of the battlefield.

No one uttered a sound throughout.

But between them, their eyes met, their fingertips twitched, and various subtle gestures were rapidly made in the shadows.

Division of labor, encirclement, and encirclement.

The intention is straightforward and blatant.

Once the others are within range, swarm in, kill Lu Heng, and claim all the treasure chests on the battlefield for themselves.

They dared not touch war, nor provoke foreign tribes.

But a seemingly exhausted fellow human being, coupled with readily available resources, is enough to ignite the deepest greed in everyone's heart.

They thought they were being stealthy and careful enough.

Little did they know that all their movements, subtle gestures, changes in position, and hidden intentions to launch a sneak attack were clearly captured by Lu Heng's mental perception.

Everything is clearly visible.

They hid in the shadows and survived the entire ordeal, achieving nothing.

Seeing others gain an advantage after a hard-fought battle, they harbored malicious intentions and attempted to steal from them.

Lu Heng stood among the treasure chests, his eyes expressionless, only a faint sense of cold disgust rising in his heart.

He didn't raise his gun, didn't take a step, and made any unnecessary movements.

It only took a moment to gather the scattered spiritual perceptions.

There was no explosive force, no special effects or strange phenomena, and no fantastical impact.

It's just pure, brutal compression of the brain's nerves.

The survivors who were stealthily approaching from a distance were instantly subjected to an extreme violent shock to their brains.

Intracranial nerves suddenly snapped, and blood vessels ruptured.

Their bodies stiffened simultaneously, and their pupils dilated instantly.

Without even a scream or a struggle, his body went limp and he plunged straight into the depths of the reeds.

Silently, they all perished.

But the deaths of these few people could not quell the unrest on the battlefield.

The gleam of the treasure chests scattered across the ground, the lingering scent of the battle, and the continuous gunfire from just moments before still lingered.

In a very short moment.

From all directions of the wasteland, figures kept emerging from hidden areas.

Solo players, pairs, and squads of three or four—more and more survivors are drawn to the resources of this battlefield and are continuously gathering there.

All eyes were drawn to the center of the arena, especially to the two high-level treasure chests with unique patterns and top-quality items.

Greed is like weeds, growing wildly and spreading in the shadows.

Lu Heng's body was full and robust, with the Greedy Wolf Power dormant within him, and his condition remained at its peak.

Before him lay the spoils of war, the fruits of the battle between the alien races scattered across the ground.

All around, a tide of greedy people, drawn by the promise of profit, kept gathering around him.

The slaughter by the alien race has just ended.

The bloody battles of human greed have only just begun.