Chapter 55: 8x8 Explosion

We are one!

As the bone spur pierced the Suturer's final head, the woman's face on that head suddenly opened her eyes.

Like a whisper from Shen Yuan.

In an instant, Lin An felt time suddenly stop, plunging into darkness.

You don't remember me?

Child...

The clenched bone spur loosened, and Lin An stared blankly at the face emerging in the darkness.

It was a familiar face, sallow, with fine wrinkles at the corners of the eyes, and a kind gaze.

It was his mother, who had died of illness.

Lin An trembled all over, his thoughts seeming to stall.

Lin An! Lin An, wake up!

Wen Ya's expression was anxious as she continually used mental power to stimulate the stone-statue-like Lin An, while on the other side she desperately exerted mental power to build a barrier.

The zombies were too close, the stench of blood too strong, and the spontaneous mental pressure emanating from the mutant kept breaking through the barrier's effect.

One layer, two layers...

Whenever the barrier was broken and a zombie rushed at the three, she immediately exerted mental power to regenerate the barrier.

The barrier shattered, then regenerated.

The corpse horde roared repeatedly, like ants on a hot pan.

Under the frantic consumption of mental power, Wen Ya's face quickly turned deathly pale.

No matter how high her mental power, she couldn't withstand continuously releasing the skill dozens of times!

At this rate of consumption, her mental power would be completely exhausted in at most 15 seconds!

Zombies gathered before the people, although the three were once again covered and concealed by mental power.

But the strong smell of blood caused the corpse horde to grow ever larger, instantly surrounding the three.

The scene was eerily bizarre.

Lin An had clearly inserted the bone spur into the Suturer's final head, yet a few seconds earlier he had fallen into stillness.

The monster's final female head had dead-white eyes, and the two locked gazes.

Flesh twitched, the monster's destroyed brain slowly regenerating.

Zhang Tie spat large mouthfuls of blood from his mouth; the wound in his chest was like an opened faucet, faintly revealing his beating heart.

If not for his awakened talent granting him a decent physique, he would have already died from such injuries.

His breath grew weaker and weaker.

Wen Ya's face showed despair; in her hidden state, she could not now launch an attack on the Suturer.

And Zhang Tie was on the brink of death, utterly unable to deliver the final blow.

But even if the two fought, they probably couldn't break the monster's defense.

What should I do?

Wen Ya was extremely anxious; the three had already been surrounded by tens of thousands of corpses, and even if she wanted to flee with Lin An and Zhang Tie, she couldn't.

And the Suturer was recovering from its injuries at a visible speed.

Once the Suturer fully regenerates any of its heads, the three will surely die.

The 15 seconds passed in an instant, and Wen Ya exhausted her last sliver of mental power to erect a barrier.

The zombies before them had lost patience, and after repeated deception they seemed to have become immune to the barrier's effect.

Is there really no hope left?

Wen Ya, face ashen, clenched her weapon in her hand—at most two seconds.

After the final mental power barrier shattered, she would have to face tens of thousands of corpses alone.

Hiss.

Suddenly, the snake-shaped stone carving on Lin An's wrist moved a little.

Wen Ya turned her gaze toward the sound, her eyes wide with surprise.

What is this?!

The little snake seemed to have just woken up, casually twisting its body before anthropomorphically opening its mouth as if yawning.

???

The black dragon tilted its head, its golden vertical pupils staring at the stone-like Lin An, utterly bewildered.

One second later, the black dragon suddenly straightened its body, as if it had smelled a delicious scent.

Whoosh!

The black dragon darted into the Suturer's final head like lightning, and shortly afterward let out a satisfied belch.

Ahhhhh!

At the moment the black dragon burst out, the woman's head that had been gazing at Lin An suddenly let out a sharp, painful scream.

Blood tears slowly streamed down her pale face, her features struggling and twisting.

Bang!

In just a second, the head shattered with a sound.

Ding, successfully killed a Second-Level Mutant Suturer!

A large amount of spiritual energy poured from the Suturer's massive body, instantly flowing into the black dragon.

Ding, obtained item (white): Suture Thread!

Ding, obtained ordinary equipment (white): Suture Shell!

"Ding, obtained special item (blue): Heart of Fusion!"

"Ding, obtained excellent equipment (blue): Skull of Resentment!"

"Ding, obtained C-rank skill book: Berserk Charge!"

"Ding, obtained C-rank skill book: Flesh Healing!"

"Ding, completed rescuer mission, reward: Antitoxin Serum*3!"

"Ding, rescuer mission refreshed, please check immediately!"

8*8 big boom!

Dense system notifications flooded the screen, and at the moment the Stitcher died, Lin An's consciousness also recovered.

This is!?

The statue-like still body shuddered violently, like a drowning person reaching shore.

Lin An!

Wen Ya saw him wake up and couldn't help but let out a big sigh of relief.

Damn it, Lin An's heart jolted.

He actually fell into this monster-created illusion just now!

Numerous item acquisition prompts rang in his ears nonstop, but he had no time to ponder why the Stitcher suddenly died.

He also had no time to check the rewards he obtained.

Bo-

The Mental Power Barrier shattered instantly.

The blood-tormented Corpse Horde instantly went berserk, madly lunging to bite the three.

Arc Slash!

Lin An reacted extremely quickly, twisting his waist to unleash force; the bone spur in his hand instantly slashed at the surrounding zombies.

Vast numbers of skulls were chopped to pieces, but in an instant they were filled by a tide-like Corpse Horde.

Lin An, Zhang Tie can't hold on much longer!

Wen Ya, after her mental power was exhausted, also grabbed an axe, and she and Lin An each blocked one side, fighting the Corpse Horde.

After becoming an Awakened One, her attributes were raised to the human limit; although her attacks lacked technique, she could still rely on strength to cleave many zombies.

Bloodstone!

Lin An hastily turned back, again taking the bloodstone from his ring and throwing it into Zhang Tie's chest.

A rich life force surged into the wound, and the wound began to grow granulation tissue.

No way, we can't kill them all!

Lacking area-of-effect means, although he could instantly wipe out a patch of zombies with each strike, against tens of thousands it was merely a drop in the bucket.

Unless he unleashes another Soul Shriek!

Lin An hesitated a bit; his current mental power is far from enough to charge the glove.

Last time charging it knocked him out for five full days; if it weren't for that tattooed guy courting death by trying to snatch the glove and getting drained to a husk, he might have been out even longer.

It would be great if the black dragon hadn't devoured all the spiritual energy inside the glove.

He tried to communicate with the black dragon, only to find this guy had fallen asleep again.

It seems only encountering "food" will make it twitch a bit.

Just ten seconds.

The trio's survival space shrank rapidly, especially Wen Ya's side, which could no longer withstand the Corpse Horde's pressure.

Zhang Tie's injuries are too severe; even with the bloodstone rapidly repairing, it still requires a considerable amount of time.

After all, his physique attributes differ greatly from Lin An's, so his self-healing speed is much slower.

Lin An's expression turned grim; better to act decisively than hesitate!

If he passes out, at worst he can have Zhang Tie and Wen Ya bring the antitoxin serum back to AnXia and the others!

"Wen Ya, later when I pass out, take the antitoxin serum and go save people! I told Zhang Tie where!"

He willed communication with the glove, just as he was about to charge it.

A childish yet dissatisfied voice sounded.

"Only when full does one have strength."

Instantly, a thick, almost tangible surge of mental power took Lin An's place, rushing madly into the glove!

Blood-red patterns lit up, charging complete!