Lone Wolf of the Apocalypse

More than a dozen vehicles were coming, followed by over a hundred survivors.

It was a sizable convoy.

Qian Lei hurriedly climbed onto his Ghost Fire electric scooter, ready to flee at any moment.

At the same time, he remembered to pick up his walkie-talkie and report to Chen Fan.

"Captain, I'm at the gas station. There's still fuel in the storage tanks, but another convoy is coming. You need to hurry, or I'm afraid they'll take the fuel and supplies."

Chen Fan's voice came over the walkie-talkie. "You clearly got there first, so how can you let someone else take the supplies? We'll be there soon. Hold them off, and don't chicken out."

Qian Lei was dumbfounded.

Hold them off? Me?

"Captain, boss, Brother Chen! Stop joking! I'm a perception-type transcendent, a support! How am I supposed to hold them off?"

Chen Fan's laughter came over the walkie-talkie.

"If you didn't say so, who would think you were a perception-type transcendent? Let me ask you, what kind of person rides an electric scooter through the apocalypse?"

Qian Lei opened his mouth, but for a moment he couldn't answer.

"Wh-what kind of person?"

"A powerhouse, idiot!" Chen Fan said angrily. "Only a true powerhouse, a lone wolf, would dare travel through the apocalypse alone. When they see you at the gas station by yourself, they'll definitely be wary.

"Think about it. It's already been three months since the apocalypse began. What does it mean to be able to gather supplies and survive alone in the apocalypse? Who would dare casually attack a mysterious powerhouse like that?

"Just do as I say and stall them for ten minutes. We'll be there soon."

"Uh... ten minutes? Can I do it?"

Just thinking about it made Qian Lei so nervous that his mouth went dry.

But Chen Fan had already given the order, so he could only give it a try.

If it really doesn't work, I'll retreat!

He hoped his scooter would come through for him when the time came.

By then, the approaching convoy had entered the gas station, and the vehicles lined up side by side.

The lead vehicle was a flatbed truck with railings. A burly bald man with a fleshy, brutish face climbed out.

He had a scar on his face, a cigarette between his lips, and a butcher's knife in his hand.

The people in the other vehicles got out as well.

Several dozen of them closed in on Qian Lei.

The bald man at their head glared at Qian Lei.

"Kid, what are you doing here? Our Butcher Convoy has taken over this gas station. If you know what's good for you, get lost."

Qian Lei forced himself to stay calm, gritted his teeth, and put on a cold, arrogant look.

"That's exactly what I wanted to say to you. I've claimed this gas station, so get lost. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill you!"

His words stunned the bald man and the others, bringing them to a halt.

The bald man looked around and discovered that, apart from his own people, Qian Lei really was the only outsider at the gas station.

That forced the bald man to be cautious.

Even so, he was unwilling to give up and continued probing.

The bald man laughed disdainfully. "Haha, you'll kill us? Are you joking? Are your eyes deaf or your ears blind? Can you see how many of us there are? If we each spat once, we could drown you."

Qian Lei's expression was cold, and he remained completely unmoved.

In truth, his back was already nearly drenched in cold sweat.

"Oh? You're welcome to try. If numbers were really useful, I, Qian Lei, wouldn't have survived alone in the apocalypse for so long."

The bald man's face darkened.

Could this man really have survived alone in the apocalypse for three whole months?

Looking at Qian Lei's indifferent expression, the bald man actually felt a hint of pressure.

No... if I let a couple of words from him scare me off, how will I save face in the convoy from now on?

The bald man turned and shouted to the side, "Where did this dumbass come from? Xiao Feng, go kill him!"

Xiao Feng's face went pale when the bald man called him out.

The other man was clearly an expert who traveled the apocalypse alone. The damned bald man didn't dare go himself, so he was sending Xiao Feng to take the risk.

All I did was exchange a couple of glances with one of the damned bald man's female slaves a few days ago...

Though Xiao Feng was cursing inwardly, he still didn't dare openly defy the bald man's order.

He had no choice but to pick up a machete and walk stiffly toward Qian Lei.

When Qian Lei saw him make a move, his expression immediately tightened.

As Xiao Feng drew closer and closer, he felt he was about to crack and give himself away.

A real expert would have made his move by now.

But the problem was, he didn't have the strength.

Yet if he didn't act soon, he would definitely be exposed.

The bald man was already looking at him with growing suspicion.

By now, a cruel smile had crept into the bald man's eyes.

He felt he had discovered the truth.

This dumbass is definitely putting on an act. I only probed him a little, and he gave himself away.

Just as Xiao Feng drew closer and closer to Qian Lei,

a flying axe wreathed in churning yin energy came hurtling through the air.

The axe struck Xiao Feng in the head. He was unharmed on the surface, but his eyes rolled back on the spot, and he fell dead.

The bald man's expression turned vicious as he looked in the direction the axe had come from.

"Who's there?"

But his expression changed immediately afterward.

A cargo van was speeding toward them, with a huge ghostly banner shrouded in yin energy floating above its roof.

Far behind the van followed more than thirty vehicles and a group of four to five hundred people.

The cargo van drifted sideways to a stop in front of the bald man and his people.

Before it had even come to a complete stop, the passenger door opened.

With a composed bearing, Chen Fan leaped from the passenger seat while the vehicle was still drifting.

In a word, elegant.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner floated behind Chen Fan. Numerous yin souls rose and sank upon it, and faint wails echoed all around.

Everyone who saw the scene on the soul banner up close turned pale.

After the van stopped, its side door slid open, and Li Yuanyuan stepped out, striding imposingly to a place behind Chen Fan.

Chen Fan came before the bald man and his people, looking down at them.

"I hear someone here wants to lay a hand on one of my people?"

The bald man looked at Chen Fan and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind him, his expression flickering.

He didn't want to leave just like that, because his vehicles were about to run out of fuel.

But Chen Fan's transcendent ability was too terrifying, and he had no confidence in winning.

The bald man hesitated for a moment but still wanted to try his luck and bargain with Chen Fan.

So, with a fierce look on his face, he said, "Life isn't easy for anyone in the apocalypse. There's no need to fight to the death over a few supplies. We found this gas station together, and I don't want much. We'll just fill up and leave. There's no need for us to..."

Before he could finish, a huge ghostly figure lunged out of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

It plunged straight into the bald man's body.

The massive ghostly figure was like a small mountain, and its powerful yin soul force engulfed the bald man in an instant.

The bald man hadn't expected Chen Fan to attack without another word. By the time he reacted, it was too late.

Sister Liangzi's yin soul plunged into his body and attacked his soul directly.

As a tier-one yin soul, she had no reason to fear him, a tier-one transcendent.

The bald man screamed and instantly lost his senses, wildly slashing about with his butcher's knife.

The people who followed him in the Butcher Convoy immediately fell into chaos.

But it didn't last long. Under the torment of Sister Liangzi's yin soul, the bald man held out for only a few breaths before crashing to the ground.

Seeing that even their captain was dead, the Butcher Convoy's people panicked. Some turned and fled, while others charged forward, intent on killing Chen Fan.

Faced with this, Chen Fan simply waved his hand.

The many yin souls on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner all surged out, and towering yin energy enveloped the area.

In an instant, the air grew thick with eerie yin energy, as though a hundred ghosts were roaming through the night.

Many in the Butcher Convoy couldn't dodge in time and were struck by the yin souls. Then the Ten Thousand Souls Banner swept out, and souls emerged from the bodies of the dead, all entering the banner.

In that short time, all the drivers in the Butcher Convoy who had followed the bald man and joined in surrounding Qian Lei had been wiped out.

Behind them, the Fairness Convoy had reached the gas station.

Chen Fan put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and summoned the Endless Black Coffin.

Black coffins appeared one after another on the ground, taking in all twenty-odd corpses before disappearing.

The area was instantly clean and tidy.

Not far away, a commotion had begun to spread through the Butcher Convoy.

The survivors had seen with their own eyes how their captain and his large group had just been completely devoured by a mass of eerie, terrifying monsters.

Many even thought that a weird entity had appeared at the gas station.