Abyss Summoner

I’ve seen quite a few monsters, but warriors have never encountered such an arrogant character. The next second, these warriors hesitate no longer; the guns in their hands are fired, spraying bullets at the man!

But just as many warriors anticipate a heavy injury to the opponent...

"Huh..."

A gentle sound.

Suddenly, a space rift opens in the air, akin to a vertically standing horizontal mirror!

Then...

The figure of Blood Corpse turns into spots of blood and swiftly darts into the rift!

The whole process is incredibly fast!

When everyone reacts, that rift has already completely closed and vanished without a trace.

If not for Blood Corpse’s figure being gone, everyone would scarcely believe a space rift ever appeared here!

"What’s going on?!"

Spatial talent?!

In this world, myriad talents abound; even just within the Fire Element, there are hundreds of talents large and small. Of course, talents vary in strength, capabilities differ, and power is heaven and earth apart.

Among these, spatial talent is indeed an anomaly. You must understand, space itself is a rather mysterious energy, in which even the most ordinary traversing power can leave countless others envious.

And for this reason...

Space Element professionals are extremely rare; perhaps even major cities don’t have a few. Yet here and now, they never expected to witness the legendary space traversal?!

"What’s going on?"

Everyone exchanges glances, their eyes wide with confusion, utterly unsure of what transpired.

They have no clue where that man has gone!

But the next moment, everyone’s thoughts come to an abrupt halt.

A "smack" resounds.

The warrior who previously questioned Blood Corpse experiences darkness before his eyes, his head shattering like a smashed watermelon into a splatter of mush!

The punch aimed at the head comes down too ruthlessly; it’s instant, chilling slaughter!

Everyone hardly has a chance to react before a companion dies.

"Crack!" A sound filled with angry gunfire erupts.

"Maotou!"

"Maotou is dead; damn it, how did it come to this..."

Just then, some warriors witness the scene; through countless battles, they’ve forged deep bonds of friendship. At this moment, witnessing their comrade fallen on the ground, head directly smashed, fury engulfs them.

Several warriors are enraged, no! More accurately, they are incandescent with rage; their hands grip tightly, muscles transforming under pressure, their forms becoming terrifyingly grim!

"Brothers, join me in capturing him and avenge Maotou!"

Though furious, warriors are not devoid of wisdom; though livid, they retain their reason. Being able to kill Maotou so swiftly, and with the daunting spatial power, his skills must be formidable. So, they don’t hesitate, pressing triggers, bullets casting toward Blood Corpse!

"Clang!"

Merely as everyone begins their shooting, Blood Corpse disappears again, only to reappear in an instant, effortlessly catching the warriors’ weapons.

Blood Corpse’s skinless face is marked with disdain; in his eyes, these warriors serve no purpose but as food.

"Die..."

The casual utterance is like Lei Gong’s thunder, scattering the clouds ominously overhead. Blood Corpse’s arm suddenly turns piercingly dark and dreadful.

He stretches his hand...

And in just a moment, pierces through these warriors’ bodies. Even though they are not professionals, having absorbed much airborne energy over time, their strength and reflexes surpass that of ordinary people several times over. Yet, these formidable warriors lack even the ability to resist Blood Corpse’s hand.

Logic dictates that with their bodies pierced, their vitality should have already drained from them, but now they are not falling; instead, cracks and pops sound from their bodies.

A biting cold aura reflects from their bodies.

This group of warriors rises again, but their movements are rigid as if puppets; their abdomens still shed turbid blood, while their eyes emit a dim and vacant gleam.

In merely seconds, they have become dried corpses—not ordinary corpses—but rather... zombies, living dead subsisting on flesh and blood!

Meanwhile, outside the city, monsters continue to lurk; once zombies arise internally, this survivor fortress may likely face upheaval.

"Kill, devour, you freshly revived little creatures, go enjoy harvesting life..."

Unbeknownst to the survivors, as disaster looms, Blood Corpse maintains his habitual sickly demeanor; gazing at the shriveled bodies before him, he reveals a grim smile. To him, the real drama is just commencing...

...............

In corner of the city.

Blood Corpse’s face begins to distort, eyes bloodshot with destructive malevolence, nostrils emitting white vapor, mouth subtly widening into an irrepressible beast-like grimace!

Just now, he slaughtered dozens more, ravenously consuming their blood, which intoxicates him.

Due to his past identity, he was merely the lowest scavenger in this city. But now, with power, those who once lorded over him are crushed one by one.

Blood Corpse is human, yet possesses non-human life and traits.

As the apocalypse descends, whether those who treat sacrifice as a mission or those who dismiss human life like Devils, everyone shares their unique life experiences.

Who is the man?

His memories have grown chaotic amid the slaughter.

He only remembers the day before, scavenging outside and finding a small lump of red meat; he was too hungry. In desperation’s hunger, people resort to madness.

Without hesitation, he snatched the flesh and stuffed it into his mouth.

But since then, he not only remained unfed but grew hungrier; he devoured all things he could see, yet the more he ate, the hungrier he became. As hunger nearly drove him insane, he found something that could grant a sense of satiety.

That was blood!

From that moment, the man began indiscriminate slaughter, devouring all he saw, leaving no survivor.

[Fallen]

If Chen Feng were present, he would instantly recognize the man has become a Fallen.

He ingested certain substances unwittingly; his weak power couldn’t withstand the power in the meat, thus corroded into the present monster.

[Hunger] might not be the meat’s inherent power; that energy merely magnified the man’s obsession.

His darling child starved to death; if there was food, his daughter wouldn’t have died of starvation. Thus, in his heart, nothing’s more terrifying than hunger.

The energy magnified his inner fear, leading to his transformation into this dreadful form.

[Fallen] poses massive danger, contrasting with ordinary dimensional powerhouses, some whose objectives are merely territorial occupation, thus sparing humans, as they need slaves to construct their dominions.

Slaves suffer, yet they retain their cheap lives, and as long as they live, there’s hope. Sometimes miracles happen, achieving breakthroughs amid relentless pressure, overcoming constraints above.

But [Fallen] are different; their souls are already corroded, becoming embodiments of desire and terror; they bring only destruction, with no other possibility!

Thus, since the moment this man mutated, the city already embarked on its path to ruin.

[No one will survive]

Cruel for the fortress, but this outcome is assured!