Wasteland: My Items Can Be Infinitely Upgraded

The two sides parted ways.

And the Hunters pursuing them, upon reaching the target, finally saw the face under the opponent’s hood.

An elderly man with a head full of white hair and deep wrinkles.

The latter merely gave the crowd a casual glance...

An inexplicable chill and fear instantly surged from the Hunters’ backs to their heads.

In the next moment, the four people on the vehicle seemed to see a sunset about to set, scattering its last rays.

Just touching it made them boil in an instant.

In the physical sense, boiling.

From accelerated blood circulation to the cellular energy source—adenosine triphosphate (ATP), all were stimulated to an unimaginable extent by the sunlight of the Scorching Sun.

What followed was the four people falling from the vehicle in agony, rolling on the ground.

Their entire bodies seemed to be bitten by countless insects, causing intense pain from the inside out, leading to distorted, grimaced faces and even convulsions, their bodies twisting like shrimps with cramps, bowing and arching on the ground.

However, the Grand Priest did not kill them immediately.

Although, for him, erasing the lives of these Level 9 Enhanced People was as easy as crushing a few ants...

But in his current state, he needed to absorb nutrients, simultaneously using them as containers to guide and release the increasingly uncontrollable Fiery Sun Energy inside him.

So the Grand Priest stopped and walked towards the four.

At this moment, the four had been tortured by severe pain into losing self-awareness, their legs kneeling on the ground, and their upper bodies presented in an inverted posture.

In a very bizarre position, they seemed to be worshiping the sun behind them highly devoutly.

And the Grand Priest approached slowly, raising his dry right arm under the robe to cover one person’s face.

In the next moment, the controlled Hunter spontaneously combusted from the feet, ultimately becoming a carbonized skeleton and numerous ashes.

As the replenishment and release occurred, the Grand Priest’s face, once dry and withered, subtly softened.

Having dealt with four Hunters in succession brought a slight improvement in his internal state, but it was far from enough.

To return to a normal state, it required sacrificing tens of thousands of humans or dozens of Tier Two beings.

Only then could the Grand Priest forcibly extend his life for a few more years by overdrawing everything.

This is also one reason why the Holy See eradicated the Fiery Sun Divine Sect; if utterly vicious individuals grew in the sect, they would inevitably go to any lengths for personal gains.

However, the Grand Priest clearly was not in this category.

His obsession has been resolved; besides, in the last moments of life, he wants to find a successor to extend his lifelong learning and the sect’s legacy, with no other thoughts.

And killing four people just now was more a matter of convenience, primarily to use them as tools to lessen the fatigue from traveling by foot.

After handling the four, the Grand Priest waved his sleeve, and the four skeletons crumbled into debris, rising in the heat wave, scattered in the wind.

The Grand Priest sat in the driver’s seat of the combat vehicle, started it, and continued forward.

But he hadn’t traveled long when two Tier One Evolvers came from behind.

They were from the Salvation Army and the Hunting Wilderness Guild.

Members dispatched by both patrols after the returning Hunters reported, intending to bring the talented escapee back to the team.

When the two arrived, the four remaining Hunters had already been annihilated to ash, leaving only a lone moving vehicle.

The two Evolvers immediately realized something was wrong.

Being able to handle four Level 9 Hunters within minutes must mean they’re like them, at least Early Tier One beings.

They gripped the large-caliber rifles in their hands tightly, chambered bullets, ready for confrontation.

Even if they couldn’t bring the target back, they’d recapture this vehicle to minimize team losses.

The value of a combat vehicle, in a resource-scarce wasteland, outstrips even Evolvers, especially for factions yet to establish a mature industrial system.

Missing one would take years to replenish.

Unlike Oasis Town, which can stably produce from Mechanical Village.

The two sprinted rapidly to the vehicle’s side, then jumped aboard, grabbing the welded iron bars, while lifting their guns to aim at the mysterious cloaked figure in the driver’s seat.

Simultaneously, they shouted:

"Raise your hands! Surrender and park the vehicle!"

But the robed mystery man did not heed their command, slowly turning his head to look at them.

The two Evolvers saw his face under the hood and felt a spine-chilling fear.

For an elderly man with white hair and a corpse-like visage could not possibly easily kill four Level 9 Enhanced People...

Yet it happened so bizarrely!

This could only mean one thing: the mysterious elder before them is no ordinary person, perhaps not even human anymore.

Especially the Evolver from the Salvation Army, who, having roamed the wasteland with the team, saw many things and understood what this slow turning implies...

After a brief second of eye contact, the Salvation Army Evolver immediately retreated abruptly, pulling the trigger on his rifle, shooting wildly without even aiming.

Trying to use the gunfire to signal the main force behind him to send more combat personnel to handle the current problem.

But he was ultimately a step too late.

Though the trigger was pulled, the bullet primer inside the gun jammed inexplicably, culminating in a barrel explosion.

The violent blast not only damaged the bolt structure but also fractured the Evolver’s hand holding the gun in the collision.

Yet this was the lightest injury and pain he faced.

Because the mysterious old man had already raised his remaining right arm, targeting this Salvation Army Evolver.

The energy field from the Power of the Fierce Sun had already enveloped and locked on to him.

Simultaneously gathering all the Curse Energy emitted from the Scorching Sun Forbidden Area behind, entering the target’s body, instantly relinquishing control over his own physique.

The combat vehicle braked a few seconds later.

The Grand Priest alighted, sacrificed the two Evolvers, and slightly restored his state.

Then returned to the vehicle and sped away.

At this point, the retreating convoy ahead had vanished around the corner.

I must hasten to catch up.

I cannot waste any more time handling the pursuers behind.

Meanwhile, with the deaths of the two Evolvers, the Salvation Army and Hunting Wilderness Guild patrol members realized the seriousness of the matter.

They immediately reported the situation to their leaders.

The Salvation Army’s leader, Bai Ye, and the Guild President, Xu Wanfeng, were at the guild’s building, conducting more detailed discussions on their future cooperation.

Upon hearing the report from their subordinates, Xu Wanfeng promptly intended to send personnel to investigate.

Concerned that remnants of other factions might still be lurking in the team, intending to follow Lin Feng and others to the Holy City.

But Bai Ye stepped to the window, opening it, looking towards the direction where the target disappeared.

He reached out to feel around the air, then showed a subtle, intriguing smile, turning to speak:

"No need to waste our manpower..."

"That target can’t be handled by ordinary Evolvers."

Xu Wanfeng paused, realizing something, immediately retorted:

"Not even Tier Two?"

Bai Ye’s mouth slightly lifted:

"I’m afraid you’ll hardly gain the upper hand either."

Upon hearing this, Xu Wanfeng instantly grasped the situation.

Then halted her subordinates’ pursuit mission.

If even she can’t handle the figure, they must possess at least Late Tier Two strength.

A presence like that, trailing the Lin Feng convoy’s departure, only offers hope that he harbors little malice toward Lin Feng.

After a moment of silence, Xu Wanfeng apologized and left the conference room, subsequently calling her sister Xu Wanshuang for a brief explanation:

"The previous plan has changed, there’s risk, but for you, it’s an opportunity amidst risk..."

"Have you thought it through?"

Xu Wanshuang took a deep breath, nodded solemnly:

"Eggs can’t be placed in one basket."

Seeing this, Xu Wanfeng stepped forward to hug her sister tightly, then patted her shoulder:

"Go ahead, following Lin Feng won’t lead to loss!"