Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

139: Chapter 139 Echoes from the Rift ValleyThe afternoon of the third day.

Chu Yunting came to Ye Nanxing’s residence, bringing two people with him.

”I want to join your team,” he said.

”I don’t intend to stay here and hold the fort anymore,” he said, his gaze calm. ”The base is already stable. My battlefield is not just here.”

Standing behind him were two people: one, tall as a mountain with sharp, ax-like features, was the Chu family guard Zhao Shan; the other, with a cold expression and a double-edged longsword on his back, was called Lin Kui.

Although they had never been exposed to the Spirit Spring, just by standing there, they gave Ye Nanxing the immediate impression that they were no ordinary soldiers.

Bone density, neurological reflexes, mental stability... everything was almost superior to her core team members, Zhang Tianjin and Zhao Wei.

”Can you tell?” Chu Yunting chuckled. ”They are guards I trained using special enhancement methods. Don’t worry, they won’t hold you back.”

Ye Nanxing nodded. ”Welcome aboard.”

She didn’t ask too much; right now, she needed to investigate the origin and source of the brass badge.

Anyone staying at this time was someone willing to face death.

This was an exceptionally elite combat team: Ye Nanxing and Yan walked side by side, their mental domains serving as mutual barriers; Zhao Wei, Zhang Tianjin, Sun Hao, and Zhou Cheng worked with practiced coordination and tight tactics; although Chu Yunting was physically weak, his strategic awareness remained formidable; Zhao Shan and Lin Kui were both among the Chu family’s ”Seven War Stars,” with astonishing combat power; and eight other elite members with distinct roles accompanied them: snipers, scouts, medics, anti-riot experts...

Eighteen people, one clear goal: Head to the Luo Dechuan controlled zone, the ”Western Wilderness Rift.” Eliminate threats, search for the truth.

The journey felt like walking among the tombstones of the Apocalypse.

Fractured highway overpasses had collapsed into the earth’s fissures, and half a train lay stranded in the ice, stiff corpses faintly visible within the carriages, their faces still frozen in expressions of terror. In the city ruins, the crumbling walls were covered in frost and bloodstains; the silhouettes of several high-rise buildings looked as if they had been snapped in half by a giant hand, with rubble and bones intermingled in a silent lament. The sky was forever grey-white, as if soaked in a pot of dead, silent soup. The sun struggled to peek out, and extreme cold storms whipped up ice dust every few hours, tearing through their field of vision.

”These people... didn’t freeze to death.” Zhang Tianjin crouched beside a corpse, brushing away the thick ice, and whispered, ”Their internal organs ruptured first, and then they froze... It’s too strange.”

”This is a late-stage symptom of the extreme cold fusion virus,” Chu Yunting said hoarsely. ”The infected person’s internal temperature drops drastically, causing organ autolysis... but the ’cooling method’ of these corpses doesn’t look natural.”

”It’s as if... it was artificially triggered.”

Hearing this, everyone’s hearts sank. This Apocalypse was not merely a natural disaster.

The first five days of the journey were the most difficult.

On the first night, while the team was resting in an underground shopping mall, the scout suddenly reported urgently: ”Abnormal fluctuations in the southern sewer!”

Before they could set up defenses, over a dozen Icefield Wolves broke through the ice, their red pupils flashing with madness and hunger. Their bodies were covered in cold crystals, and they were extremely fast, their pounces carrying a bone-chilling cold.

”I’ll draw them away!” Zhao Wei roared as he charged out of cover.

Zhang Tianjin had already vaulted up, his twin blades crossing to flash with cold light: ”Cover me, and I’ll send them to meet their ancestors!”

After several minutes of fierce fighting, the Icefield Wolves were finally wiped out, though Zhao Wei had a few more ice blade scratches on his body.

At dusk on the second day, a zombie horde arrived. Over a hundred zombies surged from the distant frozen wilderness, their skin grey, dry, and cracked, their joints twisted, yet they moved with eerie agility.

”These aren’t normal zombies; they’re mutants!” Sun Hao judged in a deep voice. ”They still have perception—they’re conscious!”

Yan stepped forward silently, grey ripples appearing in his black eyes: ”Quiet them down.”

In an instant, the zombie horde collectively froze, their consciousnesses seemingly crushed. After one whisper, they all knelt in unison, becoming a silent part of the sea of corpses. The team was able to move on safely.

But, strangely, the closer they got to the ”Western Wilderness Rift,” the fewer dangers they encountered along the way. There were no more zombies, no traces of beasts, and even the extreme cold thunderclouds in the sky began to dissipate. This area was like an ”isolated” exotic land, as if it had never encountered the Apocalypse virus.

”This isn’t normal,” Chu Yunting whispered, frowning. ”It’s like it was ’purified’ by some power... no, cleared out.”

Ye Nanxing’s expression was cold: ”Purified? No, it’s a lure zone.”

The fog drifted out from the depths of the canyon. At first, it was just a thin wisp of white, but in an instant, it swallowed the entire mountain road like spilled mercury.

”This fog...” the scout exclaimed suddenly, ”It’s not like anything we’ve encountered before!”

They hadn’t failed to see thick fog, nor had they failed to see mental interference, but this fog... it was like a living thing, squirming.

In less than ten seconds, the entire team was completely swallowed, their vision reduced to zero.

”Mental interference levels are skyrocketing!” Sun Hao practically jumped up. ”This is conscious intervention—a mental kill zone! We’ve been ambushed!”

Ye Nanxing’s gaze sank sharply. It was the first time she had personally encountered an ambush method that ”constructed a battlefield using a mental domain.”

It wasn’t a head-on confrontation, not a xenogeneic infection, but... precision shooting, deep hunting!

This wasn’t a probe; it was a hunt!

”Everyone, disperse! Formations according to B-4 tactics, engage!” she ordered.

Before the words left her lips, bang! A bullet struck from the fog, whistling through the air, heading straight for Chu Yunting’s forehead.

”Watch out!” Lin Kui roared, throwing himself in the way. His shield shattered, but he saved Chu Yunting’s life.

Immediately after, over a dozen figures slowly materialized from the fog, moving with the eerie stealth of ghosts. They were covered from head to toe in silver-black high-strength alloy armor, wearing ability-shielding masks, and branded on their chests was a mark—the Hunter Unit.

Luo Dechuan’s personally trained killing machines, specifically targeting ”ability users” and ”mental entities.”

Each person held ”ability suppression rounds,” ”mental burn grenades,” ”mind-quieting poison fog sprayers”...

At this moment, Ye Nanxing realized for the first time: Luo Dechuan had been ready all along.

”I didn’t kill enough of these things last time,” Zhang Tianjin sneered, already charging into the fog like an arrow released from a string.

Zhao Wei vaulted up, tossing a fire grenade: ”Then let’s burn them all in one go!”

Sun Hao quickly summoned a mental defense barrier, Zhou Cheng set up an interference field protection tower, and the medics and scouts stabilized the defensive line from the rear.

But amidst all this chaos, Yan did not move. He stood in the fog, as quiet as a tombstone. A moment later, his deep pupils slowly closed.

[Click—] It was as if something in the air had been torn apart.

The next second, an invisible black mental wave swept across the canyon like a tsunami, and wherever it passed, the fog shook violently!

”He’s moved—retreat—!!!”

Three members of the Hunter Unit directly convulsed and fell to the ground, blood spraying from their mouths, black liquid streaming from their eyes. The others also stumbled back in the mental pulse; some knelt, some screamed wildly, and some tried to self-destruct their terminals.

The terrified roars from beneath the masks pierced through the thick fog: ”It’s him—the Source Brain Projection! Yan! [That Person] has come!!!”

Boom—! Zhao Shanhe threw a heavy punch through the air, smashing the exoskeleton arm guard of an enemy, his laughter like thunder: ”Know fear now? Too late.”

In less than three minutes, the ambushers were completely annihilated. The thick fog slowly dissipated.

But Ye Nanxing’s eyes did not relax in the slightest.

This was the first time she had encountered such an ambush, and it was also the first time she realized that war in the mental domain was not a tactical system she was familiar with.

This was not as simple as ”winning”—this was a war where they had been chosen as the target.