Warlord

After giving himself five minutes of rest, Zero still struggled to get up, no matter how tired and tired he was. It seemed that this underground space was safe for the time being. However, there were seadragon fishes in the water. Who knew if there were any other mutated beasts in the underground space. Zero did not dare to be careless, but before he left, he still had to deal with his wounds.

He looked at the hole in his right chest that had turned white from the water. He was glad that the Parkland assassin had used a standard sniper bullet instead of an armored or explosive bullet. Otherwise, his injuries would have been more severe.

He first evaporated the vapor on his body with the high-temperature ability of a fire element, and then took out the last of the disinfectant spray from his military backpack to disinfect the wound. Without any extra bandages, he had no choice but to take off one of the sleeves of his tactical uniform, and then cut it open with his military knife, tying it to his body so that the muscles around the wound wouldn’t tear due to his body’s movements. After doing all this, Zero lifted the light stick and aimed it into the darkness of the cave.

From time to time, mutated insects the size of pinky tails drilled into the wet cave. These small insects ate mostly mud. However, there were even bigger worms that he could use as food. As he passed, he saw a few arm thick thorns appear from some of the holes in the cave, and then he would swallow these worms up.

The mutated insects that were hidden deep underground were very sensitive to light. The dim light from the light was as eye-catching as sunlight to them. Sensing the source of the light from the glow stick, the Impaling Warriors returned to their nests, allowing Zero to drop the 500 revolver and move on.

The deeper they went, the more branches the cave grew. It looked like the lair of some large earthworm. In this labyrinth of caves, if they went the wrong way, they might never get out. But there was a breeze in the cave, and a small flame rose between his fingers, judging his path by the direction in which it swayed. In this way, the labyrinth of caves could not hold up to zero, and the wind guided him faithfully in the right direction.

He silently calculated his steps. When he counted to 1045 steps, everything in front of him suddenly became clear.

He had emerged from a complex cave on a side road, but before his eyes was an even larger natural cave. It was hard to tell how big the cave was from the faint light emitted by the glowing stick. But after ten minutes or so of walking along the edge and still not seeing the end, he had to give up. Judging from the occasional whistling of the wind in the cave, this place was probably the size of a football field.

Zero raised the glow stick again, and in the dim yellow light he saw the rocks above him, and the irregular stalagmites. The width of the cave was extremely wide but the height was limited. It was only about five meters, which created an abnormal feeling of oppression. From time to time, cold droplets of water would drip down from the stalagmites. In other words, there was even underground water flowing on this layer of stalagmites.