Chapter 665 - 432: Do Your Best to Kill Me (2)

He felt as if he had just sprinted a thousand meters.

Apparently, this transformation consumed a great deal of his stamina.

Despite the situation being beyond all reason, Hakawa Yuuma felt only a slight fear and wasn’t too resistant to it.

After all, during the killing day in Shenmu City, life was cheap as dirt. Unarmed as he was, if he ran into any of those crazed lunatics who had lost their minds and killed on sight, he would have had a hard time just staying alive.

Now that he had this power, he at least had the means to protect himself. It would also give him a better chance of finding his senior and the others later.

...

As time passed, morning drew near.

The sky, once as dark as ink and oppressively gloomy, finally revealed a sliver of light.

Heavy, dark clouds still clung to the sky, refusing to disperse like clotted, stagnant blood.

However, the downpour that had been falling like a celestial river overturned had lessened considerably, turning into a fine drizzle.

Water vapor condensed into a milky white mist on the streets, shrouding the ruined buildings, twisted streetlights, and scattered corpses in a hazy veil.

The damp air was filled with the metallic stench of blood. Occasionally, a scream would echo from some unknown direction, only to be quickly swallowed by the fog.

Puddles reflected the lead-gray sky, like countless broken mirrors strewn across the road.

A black cat peeked out from behind a trash can, its amber eyes glinting in the mist before it vanished back into the depths of an alley.

The entire city seemed to be submerged in murky formaldehyde, twisting every sight into something unreal.

A night passed, and the sounds of intense gunfire in Shenmu City gradually faded.

Now, only the occasional, abrupt gunshot broke the silence. Otherwise, the entire city was quiet.

Most of the people who were easy to kill in the chaos had already lost their lives last night.

Those who were still alive had either found clever hiding places, concealed in the city’s secret corners, or possessed enough strength to protect themselves in this perilous disaster.

THUD!

On a certain street, a figure was sent flying sideways like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

The figure’s chest was torn open with a huge gash.

However, no blood flowed from the wound, only specks of electric sparks.

As the fine rain touched it, white smoke rose, carrying the pungent smell of tar.

A closer look revealed that this was actually a Modified Person. Of its entire body, only the brain retained a human appearance.

"...You... you..."

The Modified Person struggled to look at the Young Man holding the Black Banner, its lips parting slightly as if trying to say something.

But before the words could come out, its eyes, which had been glowing with blue light, dimmed, and its Vitality was extinguished.

Witnessing this, Hu Qi’s expression remained calm, not a ripple of emotion showing.

Ever since he had accepted that hidden mission, he had been under constant attack from Intern Readers.

These Intern Readers wielded a wide variety of powers.

There were Mages who controlled the elements of water and fire, and Martial Artists who relied on their fists and feet.

There were Superpower Users with strange Superpowers, and Bloodline Users who had awakened special Bloodlines.

There was even a Soldier King who had honed his combat skills to the peak of perfection.

And now, even Modified People had shown up.

’He had to admit, when it comes to selecting Intern Readers, the Reincarnation Bookstore truly accepts all comers. It’s a melting pot of every type of person.’

However, without exception, Hu Qi had dealt with all these attackers with ease.

The strongest among them were only at the level of a Martial Arts Family.

To him, they were no different from ants.

Hu Qi paid no more attention to the dead Modified Person before him and walked on.

In his eyes, the Yin Energy pervading Shenmu City was growing denser.

Along the way, every Yin Beast he encountered had become nourishment for the Damaged Black Banner in his hand.

At this moment, he held the Damaged Black Banner, walking calmly through the streets of Shenmu City.

From time to time, streams of twisted black smoke, struggling and screaming, would converge from all around and merge into the Black Banner.

Hu Qi’s appearance was like that of a demonic Daoist who refined the souls of the living.

Suddenly, a blurry figure slowly materialized in the morning mist ahead.

It blocked Hu Qi’s path.