Lord of the Myriad Worlds

The 24 seconds quickly came to an end, yet Li Wei didn't feel the slightest bit of fatigue. Even though he had consumed 50 points of Spiritual Power, this state felt very good. Obviously, the numerical value hadn't changed, but it felt like changing from ordinary fuel to much more stable aviation fuel. He estimated that he could release it two more times before he would start to feel tired.

But it was best not to exceed four times; otherwise, the consequences caused would be even more severe than previously exhausting his Spiritual Power.

Li Wei silently reminded himself in his heart. However, 24 seconds of Magic-Piercing Perception had already allowed him to gather enough information; he had scouted half a street.

First, the Blood Plague Zombies here were densely packed. Just this half-street alone probably had over ten thousand of them. Among them, the most formidable was Li Wei's "mount" Blood Plague Zombie—well, it could be named a Blood Plague Overlord. Its strength was roughly at the Fifth-Tier Epic Peak level. But if factoring in the environment here—the Blood Plague Radiation outside easily reaching Level 7, along with even more Blood Plague Zombies in the surroundings—then the difficulty of killing it was probably similar to getting rid of a Tier-6 Immortal.

This was not something that could be confronted head-on.

Secondly, there were about ten Blood Plague Overlords on this street in total. Down from that were Blood Plague Captains, whose strength was between the initial and intermediate stages of the Fifth-Tier.

The number of this kind of Blood Plague Zombie was around two hundred.

Then there were the Blood Plague Sergeants, Blood Plague Soldiers, and Blood Plague Commoners.

These Blood Plague Zombies all seemed to have fixed areas of activity. In any case, the difficulty of wanting to build an Outpost Safehouse here was quite substantial.