Although this machete's ranking number wasn't high, Chen Ye had never let it leave his person.

Even when driving, Chen Ye kept the machete on his back. Although it was a bit uncomfortable while driving, Chen Ye had persistently maintained this habit.

It was precisely for emergencies when a handy weapon couldn't be found.

The Blood Resentment Machete had a certain restraining effect on Anomalies. Chen Ye didn't expect the machete to turn the tide of battle, but it could still play some role.

One end of the willow branch was tied to the machete's handle, the other end tied to his arm.

The willow branch was like an extension of Chen Ye's arm. The machete churned up the Fog Slave trying to crawl into the vehicle. Amid the churning mist, the machete, guided by the willow branch, continued its attack towards the next target.

The Fog Slaves' combat methods were very singular, and their defense wasn't even that strong.

But just their resurrection ability alone made countless people pale at the mention of it.

They simply couldn't be killed.

The Fog Slave that had just been churned to pieces by the machete was instantly reborn inside Chen Ye's vehicle. It grabbed Chen Ye, trying to drag him out of the vehicle and into the depths of the mist!

With a flick of his wrist, the machete instantly returned to his hand, and Chen Ye once again churned that Fog Slave to pieces.

More mist poured into the vehicle.

Several more Fog Slaves were about to form inside.

He exhaled Smoke Breath, directly expelling the Fog Slaves about to form from the vehicle.

"Yezi, no good, if we keep going like this, we'll both die!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of air blasts shook the vehicle left and right.

"Bang!"

The Apocalyptic Pickup Truck crashed head-on into a roadside flower bed, the entire vehicle flipping onto its side.

Chen Ye tilted his body and directly jumped out of the driver's cabin.

Iron Lion tumbled and landed on the ground, the flesh-formed air cannon still firing non-stop.

A broken chain extended from under the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck, wrapping around a Fog Slave and dragging it beneath the vehicle.

The Apocalyptic Pickup Truck's shadow dragged it.

The more danger Chen Ye faced, the more the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck actually activated its ability on its own.

This surprised and moved Chen Ye a little.

You know, very few Wonders could actively trigger their abilities.

This was his own vehicle, upgraded from a tricycle to the current Apocalyptic Pickup Truck.

Although the chain was broken, it still maintained its basic dragging ability.

It couldn't reach Fog Slaves that were too far, but nearby Fog Slaves couldn't escape the chain's drag.

But there were just too, too many Fog Slaves.

Even though the Apocalyptic Pickup Truck's broken chain moved incessantly, it still didn't change the situation much.

Since they couldn't escape, then let's try...

Let's see!

Who is the true master of the mist!!!

Is it you Fog Slaves.

Or me—Chen Ye!

"Yezi! What do we do?"

Iron Lion blasted and retreated, standing next to Chen Ye.

"Listen to my command in a moment, don't panic!"

Although Iron Lion didn't understand Chen Ye's meaning, he still nodded.

While talking to Chen Ye, he didn't forget to fire a blast at the area with the densest concentration of Fog Slaves.

Chen Ye took a deep breath, a freshly lit Huazi cigarette was sucked completely dry by Chen Ye in one go.

Smoke Breath was exhaled again, this time, a large amount of smoke billowed out from Chen Ye's mouth and nostrils.

Even his ears spewed out countless streams of smoke.

A total of five streams of smoke surged madly from Chen Ye's mouth, nose, and ears.

Large amounts of smoke formed around Chen Ye, creating a small smoke cloud.

Chen Ye stood in the middle of the smoke, as if he were a Deity.

The smoke quickly engulfed Chen Ye's entire person, and the smoke was still rapidly spreading outward with Chen Ye as the center.

Iron Lion was also enveloped by the smoke.

Feeling his vision and hearing instantly stripped away, Iron Lion panicked a little.

"Twelve o'clock direction!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Iron Lion didn't hesitate, firing a blast directly at twelve o'clock.

The roar of the air cannon, just as it left the flesh-formed barrel, was muffled by Chen Ye's smoke.

Chen Ye's mouth, nose, and ears were still spewing smoke mist.

The range of the mist was getting larger and larger.

The Fog Slaves that charged into the smoke mist, the moment they entered, looked around blankly, like a computer invaded by a virus, momentarily not knowing what to do.

The range of the smoke mist instantly expanded to a hundred meters, then to a hundred and fifty meters, then to two hundred meters.

Every Fog Slave that entered the smoke mist was like a phone that lost its signal, standing blankly in the mist, not knowing what to do.

The absolute aura barrier concealed the living human auras of Chen Ye and Iron Lion.

But even so, more and more Fog Slaves charged into the mist.

At first, it might have been dozens of Fog Slaves, but in the blink of an eye, hundreds of Fog Slaves had entered the mist.

In Chen Ye's vision, the Fog Slaves in the mist were increasing.

The two of them would be discovered sooner or later.

Chen Ye's eyes turned cold, commanding Iron Lion to fire at the area with the most Fog Slaves.

Iron Lion did so without a second thought.

But even so, there were still many, many Fog Slaves.

The Fog Slaves that were blasted apart reformed within the mist, becoming new Fog Slaves.

If this continued, sooner or later the entire mist would be filled with Fog Slaves.

Then there would be no escape.

The simulated Death God's sickle in his hand never stopped, but it still wasn't much use.

Since that was the case, Chen Ye gritted his teeth. The Fog Slaves before him reminded him of his time in Rong City.

What left the deepest impression on Chen Ye in Rong City, besides the Death God, were the endless Crawlers.

These Crawlers were all living humans in life.

After death, for some unknown reason, they turned into one after another, head after head, of all-white Crawlers.

Crawlers didn't have human thought patterns, only the simplest of emotions, even simpler than simulated wild wolves.

They were just too weak in combat.

But they were almost too perfect for dealing with these Fog Slaves right now.

A Crawler struggled out from the smoke, directly pouncing on the nearest Fog Slave.

The Fog Slave, attacked, instinctively grabbed the Crawler and dragged it into the depths of the mist.

The Crawler, meanwhile, attacked the Fog Slave frantically.

Before the Fog Slave could drag the Crawler into the depths of the mist, the Fog Slave was bitten into puffs of mist by the Crawler, only to be reborn not far away.

Two more Fog Slaves grabbed the Crawler and charged into the depths of the mist.

This also had a benefit: the Fog Slaves within Chen Ye's smoke mist were rapidly decreasing.

They were being lured out of the mist's scope by the Crawlers.

Chen Ye controlled the smoke mist. Large numbers of Crawlers quickly crawled out from the mist, charging towards those Fog Slaves.

Both sides soon reached a stalemate.

The killed Fog Slaves quickly resurrected.

Those Crawlers were also dragged into the depths of the mist by the Fog Slaves.

The Crawlers dragged into the depths of the thick mist soon lost contact with Chen Ye.

Then another Crawler would be generated from the mist.

Both sides were like armies constantly spawning soldiers in a game;for every soldier lost, another would be replenished from their respective mists.

At this moment, Chen Ye used all his smoke mist to simulate Crawlers.

This caused a gap in the barrier. When Iron Lion saw the stalemated battlefield between the two sides, he was also stunned for a moment.

But this guy's remaining hand, formed into a flesh air cannon, kept roaring. Even if it wasn't very useful, Iron Lion didn't give up.

He didn't want to die, and he didn't want Chen Ye to die either!

"Yezi! What do we do?"

"Hold on, just hold on a little longer!"

"Okay!"

Iron Lion roared, the air cannon's blasts becoming even more frequent. Countless Crawlers and Fog Slaves formed a battle line, blocking Chen Ye and Iron Lion against the buildings by the street.

Apart from the building behind them, all three other sides were battlefields of Crawlers and Fog Slaves.

Only half a minute had passed, but Chen Ye felt as if a year had gone by.

He controlled countless Crawlers breaking free from the smoke mist.

These simulated Crawlers were somewhat different from the Crawlers in Rong City, but fortunately, the Fog Slaves' combat power wasn't strong.

The Fog Slaves stubbornly wanted to drag all captured targets into the mist.

Both sides were now competing to see whose soldier-spawning speed was stronger.

Whenever a Crawler was dragged away, Chen Ye would unhesitatingly abandon it. The next second, a new Crawler would appear again, charging into the battlefield, biting and tearing at the Fog Slaves.

He had no idea how many cigarettes he had smoked from the corner of his mouth.

A freshly opened pack of Huazi quickly turned into countless Crawlers charging at the Fog Slaves.

Chen Ye crushed the empty cigarette pack and threw it far away.

The machete was guided by the willow branch. Wherever the battle situation was most dangerous, the machete would rush over with a sound of splitting wind, churning the Fog Slaves into their original mist form.

Human strength always has its limits.

Chen Ye, with the strength of one person, was opposing the entire thick mist.

Like a passionate youth, attempting to fight against a storm!

Chen Ye glanced at his digital watch, calculating silently in his heart.

Soon, soon!

When he found Iron Lion, it was 12:36.

And now it was 12:39.

It had only been three minutes, why did it feel like a year had passed?

Three minutes, why hadn't these Fog Slaves retreated yet???

The encirclement was getting smaller and smaller.

Although Iron Lion still kept blasting with the air cannon, there were simply too many Fog Slaves in the mist.

As long as the mist didn't disperse, the Fog Slaves had no end.

Seeing that the two of them were now back to back, Chen Ye was simultaneously controlling the smoke to simulate new Crawlers while manipulating the machete to kill Fog Slaves.

As for the Blood Eye, its single-target killing ability was decent, but in the current situation, it wasn't very useful.

Chen Ye even tried using the Blood Eye to control two Fog Slaves. Just as he tried to plant a "seed," the Fog Slaves directly dissipated into a puff of mist.

The Blood Eye hadn't been fully nurtured into a complete Wonder by Supernatural Power yet.

It could only be considered a preparatory Wonder for now.

Therefore, every time he used the Blood Eye's ability, Chen Ye could always feel some discomfort brought by the Blood Eye.

If the ability was overused, the Blood Eye would even shed Blood Tears, just like the Death God.

The roaring sound by his ears never stopped.

Chen Ye, back against Iron Lion, could feel that the sweat on this guy's back had flowed into a small stream.

Sticky and disgusting!

Damn it...

Wasn't it three minutes already?

Why wasn't it over yet???

In the unseen depths of the mist, just how many more Fog Slaves were there?