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Lin Xiuyu has not yet become an Extraordinary, but his superpower has gradually grown to a terrifying extent.

Superpowers themselves are twisted and extreme existences, invisible in other worlds, appearing only in their original ordinary world.

But because the original world is ordinary, the superpower likely remains unchanged, as strong as awakened, just that strong.

However, as the Extraordinary flooded into this world, the superpower began to stir, absorbing mysterious nutrients, and grew stronger.

Because of this, the Superpower User becomes strong, which is a good thing but also a bad thing.

The Superpower User’s body, however, does not become strong because of it, remaining similar to that of an ordinary person, with the superpower being both a strength and a tumor-like burden.

If unable to transition from Superpower User to Extraordinary, the eventual fate of the Superpower User is death, for unable to withstand the powerful force of the superpower, they die.

Su Changxing realized that Lin Xiuyu’s status was not optimistic, seeming overwhelmed.

He had already told Lin Xiuyu about this, urging him to find a way to become an Extraordinary as soon as possible, or he would die sooner or later.

Lin Xiuyu is smart, but like everyone else, he greatly fears death, and initially went crazy trying to become an Extraordinary, but without success.

Once the superpower becomes strong to a certain extent, transitioning to Extraordinary becomes difficult.

For such a short time.

The people of Chenhe nearby are almost all killed.

Hua san’s way of killing is extremely violent, each punch explodes the target’s body with immense force.

She lacks superior combat techniques and doesn’t know how to use power, appearing very clumsy, and terrifying, making the scene unusually bloody.

At this point, the battle in the forest almost reaches its end, with bodies everywhere turning into fertilizer for this soil.

”Do you know what Lin Xiuyu actually intends to do?” Su Changxing noticed something wrong and asked.

When previously in contact with Lin Xiuyu, he didn’t detail the plan, making Su Changxing feel he was very confident.

Unexpectedly, it was this kind of confidence.

”I’m also not too sure, I only execute part of the plan, using the Ninth Group as bait to gather Chenhe’s army towards Anxi Lake.” Tan Xiuning thought for a moment and said.

Even though he’s unclear about the full plan, he nonetheless executes this cruel plan without hesitation, all for Seventeen, all for victory.

Su Changxing felt such crazed obsession, not much different from those fanatic believers.

The essence of humanity probably has no differences, perhaps needing a faith, a psychological dependency, to have powerful motivation to survive, especially in such dark times.

Su Changxing poured the entire bottle of alcohol over Tan Xiuning: ”With the remaining people, we launch a counterattack!”

They moved forward, encountering battles and skirmishes everywhere, with the air filled with the scent of blood, black mist carrying a tinge of crimson, appearing eerily strange.

Tan Xiuning was shocked by Hua san’s formidable strength, such strength absolutely comparable to top Tier Seven powerhouses, even matching Zhou An’s level.

”She’s too overwhelming!” Tan Xiuning exclaimed in surprise, estimating that even if the entire Third Squad went up against her, they likely wouldn’t be her match.

Su Changxing never engaged throughout the process, instead following behind watching it all, like a spectator.

”She was born for this war, without it, she might not even be here.” Su Changxing exclaimed, feeling the coldness of chains binding his arm, despite the long binding.

He increasingly sensed the uniqueness of this world, seeming ordinary yet extraordinary compared to others, doomsday games, black mist, and connections to numerous worlds, as if this place itself was some kind of junction.

Tan Xiuning didn’t notice anything, thinking Su Changxing was just observing, not seeing those people worth his intervention.

He quickly explained to Su Changxing: ”Our Ninth Group’s defeat also owes to those outsiders’ involvement, one who claims to be a Maoshan Daoist who can control immense flames.”

”Leader Huang exactly died at his hand, his body burned to ashes by fire, with no corpse found.”

”If we proceed, you’ll likely encounter him, and that woman’s momentum definitely attracts him, we’ll meet.”

He was filled with rage, on his face and in his tone, hatred born from mutual combat, only erased in such combat.

Su Changxing raised his eyebrows: ”Maoshan Daoist?”

He remembered Maoshan Daoists existed in the Security Bureau, with clandestine organizations possessing mysterious power inherited from the past before the apocalypse.

The Maoshan Sect is a branch of Daoism, passed down from Shang Qing Sect, focusing more on the inheritance of Daoism’s mysterious power.

However, afterward, the Maoshan Sect was basically recruited into the Security Bureau, with Tao Yunzhi as Group 3’s original leader being the seventeenth-generation Sect Leader of Maoshan.

He himself grasped powerful mysterious strength, became an Extraordinary during the Zombie World, survived thereafter, but mysteriously disappeared months after the frontline war began, likely dead, exact reasons unknown.

Group Three also disintegrated due to his death, splitting into several factions in Jiangsu and Zhejiang region.

They didn’t partake in frontline warfare, opting to stay observant, although split into several factions, remaining united externally.

The National Council and Seventeen attempted to rally them at the war’s start, yet these Daoists refused to partake in human internal conflict, deeming themselves superior.

Trying to stay aloof, yet as frontline warfare became fiercest, they themselves spiraled into internal battles, equally fierce, even city sacking, with one gathering place exterminated completely, not leaving a survivor.

This incident spread widely, discussed critically in various regional forums.

Tan Xiuning nodded: ”Yes, probably having some connection with those Daoists, but powerfully fearsome.”

”He alone endured our Laser Cannon Array without dying, only injured.”

Flames rolled in the sky, resembling magma flowing within, widespread heat suffocating.

A thin young man in a Daoist robe, wielding a peach wood sword, appeared on the distant mountaintop, holding yellowing talisman paper in his left hand, several sheets floating in the air.