"Crack, crack..."
A large amount of severed limbs and flesh fragments were blasted into the sky, then fell like rain.
However, the eight dirty and disheveled people couldn't afford to pay attention to this. They hurriedly climbed up and nervously looked towards the rear.
At this sight, their eyes widened in disbelief.
All of the powerful zombie creatures chasing them had vanished.
Well, not completely vanished. Although most of the zombies had been blown to pieces, some were only blasted with their limbs off and hadn't died completely.
The eight were stunned by this scene. For a moment, they felt their scalp tingle and their whole bodies electrified, speechless, also drifting into a wave of after-fear.
They remembered the first time they met, that guy in tattered armor, pointing a handgun at them.
Back then, that handgun had considerable power, but now, it seemed that the guy hadn't used its full might.
They seriously wondered if that guy might be a superpower user capable of temporarily enhancing firearms.
This type of superpower user is almost considered the king of guns, able to control a firearm's power so that any gun in their hands could exert far beyond normal capabilities.
Moreover, almost all superpower users of this type possess dynamic vision akin to bullet time, making their shooting ability exceptionally accurate.
After a long pause, the slightly chubby man 'Yueyue' suddenly shouted, "Holy crap!!!"
It's not that he was uneducated, just that the scene before him was too outrageous.
You must know that those zombies had each surpassed extreme limits; any one of them could match any person among them.
With a few dozen combined, they could easily tear them to pieces.
Yet, such a group of zombies was nearly wiped out with a single shot.
Even those not entirely dead had lost their fighting power, twitching on the ground, unable to call out, devoid of their previous ferocity and terror.
Tan Zhiming swallowed hard, wiped the dust off his face, and murmured, "Isn't this fake crap? Can a handgun have this kind of power? Even for a firearm enhancement type superpower user, it seems impossible to shoot a handgun with such force."
"Indeed... maybe he secretly used the main cannon of that huge Firepower Flying Disc?"
The rest also found it unbelievable.
About a hundred meters away, next to the Safe House, Yang Yuan raised the visor of his Power Armor, and calmly said, "If you can still move, would you mind harvesting the Spirit Monster Core for me?"
"Ah? We can, we can, boss, please wait."
"Yes, yes, boss, you relax, we'll gather the spoils for you right away."
The eight finally snapped out of it and quickly scrambled to harvest the spoils.
This time, they almost treated Yang Yuan as a genuine boss rather than mocking him as before.
"Bang!"
"Poof!"
The remaining zombies, utterly out of health, were effortlessly finished off, and their cores were directly extracted.
The slightly chubby man looked at the human-level Spirit Core in his hand, his eyes alight with fervor, and couldn't help but whisper, "With so many human-level Spirit Cores, they could buy a Marvel. What do you think would happen if we took these Spirit Cores and ran?"
"You'd be blown to smithereens, your body in pieces," Tan Zhiming sneered.
"... Ahem, forget I said anything."
The slightly chubby man awkwardly glanced at Yang Yuan a hundred meters away and muttered, "If I remember correctly, his armor was damaged before, right? Now it's intact. Do you think he has some sort of mechanical modification ability? Such an ability is a hot commodity."
As he spoke, he suddenly paused: "Right, the huge Firepower Flying Disc, and that frighteningly powerful handgun, along with that extraordinary-looking armor, all seem related to mechanical modification. Maybe he really is a mechanical modification superpower user."
As he concluded this thought, his eyes turned fervent once more: "I've long wanted to custom order a handy thermal weapon. Maybe he could help. At the Alliance Headquarters, we can't even get in the line."
The others were tempted by his words.
Mechanical modification ability can create what they consider black-tech items.
Unfortunately, at the Alliance Headquarters, the line is long. It would take years because there's only one mechanical modification superpower user, who can modify at most one weapon a day.
Moreover, it's impossible for that person to work every day; rest is necessary.
Unless they cut in line, but unfortunately, they can't manage that.
To jump the queue, it's not just about strength, but also wealth and connections.
In no time, they finished harvesting the Spirit Monster Cores and approached with anticipation.
As they neared Yang Yuan's group, all eight of them shivered involuntarily, eyes widening reflexively.
"Oh, damn, it's so cool here!"
"What's going on here?"
"Why is it so cool here?!"
Although the level 10 cooler was put away, Yang Yuan's group of three carried level 7 coolers, reducing the temperature to 15 degrees.
The range was 3.2 meters, and even at the edge, the temperature dropped to 40-50 degrees, far cooler than the scorching 100+ degrees outside.
"Hiss... this is too comfortable!"
"Have they always been in such comfort?"
"With such high temperatures outside, and this comfort here, is this the gap between us and the boss?"
The eight were astonished, feeling waves of envy, jealousy, and hatred over the disparity in treatment.
Outside, the temperature had risen to over a hundred degrees, like a worldly furnace.
They fought desperately in the intense heat, while here, it felt like a vacation, utterly delightful.
The slightly chubby man 'Yueyue' pointed in surprise at the ground: "Look, the ground is wet. It's not our imagination. It really rained here."
Yang Yuan's group consistently wore coolers, so the level 10 cooler had condensed moisture, wetting the leaf litter, which hadn't dried, especially around the Safe House, appearing somewhat damp.
At the airdrop crate's location, the wettest spot, the leaf litter seemed to ooze water.
Though it was night, they had all surpassed extreme limits once, and by the starlight and faint light from the nearby small hut, they could see the surroundings clearly.
Meanwhile, they all thought of a question, with the temperature here so much lower than outside, would the clash of warm and cold air currents create strong winds?
It seemed—
The wind here was indeed stronger than elsewhere.
They recalled the previous tornado, feeling more awe, suspecting it was created by this boss.
After all, the tornado appeared too suddenly, as if out of nowhere.
The eight immediately became more cautious, feeling they had encountered a true boss.
The eight originally wanting to cozy up quickly exchanged looks, then handed all the Spirit Monster Cores to Wu Chengxin for delivery to Yang Yuan.
Wu Chengxin carried the Spirit Monster Cores beneath the Disc but hadn't approached the man in Camouflage Armor yet when the woman by his side approached, saying, "Give them to me, thank you."
Near the woman, she surprisingly found the temperature even cooler, akin to a normal autumn.
Such an environment, so comfortable.
Suppressing her thoughts, she glanced at Yang Yuan, who nodded, so she handed the Spirit Monster Cores to the woman and respectfully said, "Thank you for your support. A formal introduction, I'm Wu Chengxin."
"Yang Yuan."
Yang Yuan politely offered his name and curiously asked, "I remember you should be on the other side, so how did you end up on this side?"
He really wanted to know how these people crossed the Ancient Ruins to reach the other side.
They didn't look like they could fly, so did they take a long detour?
At his words, the eight, including Wu Chengxin, couldn't help but show a look of resentment.