158: A dramatic turnaround from the brink of death! Lu Sheng leads his team back to the front lines to finish off the foes and save the day!

The Level 7 Drowned Ones, covered in tentacles, had witnessed its companion being obliterated in the blink of an eye. Now, facing that golden demon god who had returned from the abyss, its prideful intelligence and ferocity instantly crumbled into dust in the face of absolute fear of death.

"Screeech—!!"

It let out a shrill, inhuman screech. Its eight thick tentacles, like rapidly growing vines, defied the Laws of physics as they climbed the rock face. It attempted to use the cliff as a springboard, utilizing the reaction force to launch itself away, jump off the cliff, and escape back into the depths of the ocean, which could provide it with a sliver of security.

Dignity? The pride of the strong? In front of a monster capable of tearing a Level 7 Drowned Ones apart with its bare hands, that was all bullshit! Surviving was the only thought!

However, Lu Sheng just stood there, not even moving a step. On that ferocious Dragon face, the corners of his mouth curled into a cruel arc that was more bone-chilling than the cold winds of the Nine Netherworlds.

"Hum—" He clenched his right hand in the air, and the 2,140-jin dragon devouring spear emitted a hum, extremely eager to drink blood.

The knotted muscles on Lu Sheng's arm bulged violently. He twisted his waist and abdomen, pouring all his strength into his right arm. With a movement like the most standard Olympic javelin thrower, he violently hurled the incomparably heavy spear!

"Whoosh—!!!" A golden stream of light tore through the night sky, accompanied by an extremely shrill sonic boom!

The massive body of the tentacled Drowned Ones had just reached the rock wall and hadn't yet had time to fall when the golden spear light spanned the hundred-meter distance. With an unreasonable posture, it pierced with extreme precision through the center of its thickest main tentacle, and finally, with a "boom," pinned it firmly to the hundred-meter-high rock wall!

Gravel splattered, and dust flew into the air.

"Screeeaaaah—!!" The monster let out a horrific roar. Its massive body hung in mid-air like an octopus pinned to a cutting board. Its eight tentacles struggled and twitched frantically, but it could not break free from the golden spear that seemed welded into the rock.

The next second.

"Bang!" The ground beneath Lu Sheng's feet exploded. His figure flashed, his feet tapped against the vertical rock wall for leverage, and he moved as if walking on flat ground, instantly appearing in front of the pinned monster.

He grabbed the thick, frantically writhing tentacle with one hand. His cold voice carried no emotion, like a judge from Hell.

"Was it this hand that you used to grab my brother?"

"Hiss... gaa?"

The tentacled Drowned Ones looked at the ferocious Dragon head inches away, its pitch-black eyes filled with pleading and fear.

Responding to it was Lu Sheng's pair of cold, ruthless Dragon Claw.

"Riiip—!!!" A sound of flesh tearing that set one's teeth on edge to the marrow echoed throughout the entire valley.

Lu Sheng did not use any weapons. He just used his bare hands, grabbing the base of the tentacle, which was thicker than his own waist, and with the most primitive and barbaric method, exerted sudden force!

The Drowned Ones spasmed violently in pain, watching helplessly as its limb, which it was proud of and strong enough to crush steel, was ripped straight off its body by this terrifying human as if pulling out a weed!

Black blood sprayed all over Lu Sheng, but he didn't even blink. He threw away the twitching severed limb and grabbed another one.

"Was it this one too?"

Mechanical, brutal, cold. In just over ten seconds. One, two, three... all eight tentacles were violently torn off by him in the most cruel manner.

On the cliff top, Zhou Hai, Su Li, and the surviving soldiers all watched this scene in stunned silence. That was not a battle. It was a one-sided, bloody execution.

Soon, the arrogant Level 7 leader had turned into a bare "human stick," with only a broken torso left, twitching powerlessly on the rock wall.

Lu Sheng let go, letting the pile of rotting meat slide to the ground. He lifted his large, Dragon scale-covered foot and stepped heavily onto the monster's head.

"In your next life, reincarnate as a vegetarian."

"Bang!" He threw a punch. The monster's head exploded like a watermelon, and red and white matter splattered everywhere. The Blood Devour rune in his palm suddenly lit up, instantly draining all the remaining vast Qi and blood from the corpse, turning it into a rolling hot current that replenished the Human-Dragon Form that Lu Sheng had slightly depleted due to continuous bursts of power.

At that very moment, the duration of the Human-Dragon Form ended. The golden scales covering the sky receded like a tide, and the towering Dragon horns retracted under his skin. Lu Sheng turned back into that fair-skinned youth, except his muscular body was covered in pitch-black, foul-smelling blood, like an Asura who had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

【Ding! Killed Level 7 Drowned Ones, energy points + 100!】

【Current Rank: Level 6 Spirit Source User (950 / 2500)!】

【dragon devouring spear successfully devoured a Soul! Weight + 150 jin! Current total weight: 2290 jin!】

Lu Sheng didn't even have time to check his skyrocketing attributes.

He turned sharply and rushed to where Zhao Ze had fallen. At this moment, Zhao Ze's face was as pale as gold paper, and his originally solid chest had collapsed into a terrifying crater. He was only breathing out and not breathing in, his flame of life so weak it seemed it could extinguish at any moment.

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao, hold on!!"

Zhou Hai knelt beside Zhao Ze. This tough guy, who usually smiled even if the sky fell, was now crying like a two-hundred-jin child. His hands were covered in blood, futilely covering the wound on Zhao Ze's chest, but he couldn't stop the lifeblood gushing out.

Seeing Lu Sheng walk over, he seemed to see the last straw to save a life, roaring:

"Little Lu! Old Zhao... he's not going to make it!!"

Su Li was also kneeling on the side. This cold, aloof girl was already streaming with tears. She gripped Zhao Ze's cold hand tightly, trying to pass on her body heat, but only felt a desperate coldness.

Lu Sheng squatted down, his brows locked tightly. Zhao Ze's injuries were too severe; his internal organs were almost all shattered. With this kind of injury, let alone in the Apocalypse, even in the best hospital in peaceful times, he would only be waiting to die.

What to do? Lu Sheng's brain was running at high speed. Medical supplies? Useless. His own Dragon blood? Perhaps useful, but water from afar cannot quench a fire nearby, and his Bloodline was too tyrannical; Zhao Ze's dying body simply couldn't withstand it.

Wait... a detail he had overlooked flashed through his mind like lightning.

"Captain Zhou, how exactly is the sequence Rank classified?"

"...Although a Level 3 Spirit Source User doesn't get experience from killing Low-Level Floating Corpse, it's not entirely useless. If you are injured, hunting Low-Level Floating Corpse allows you to absorb their life energy, which can accelerate the recovery of injuries." This was a sentence Zhou Hai had mentioned unintentionally when he was explaining things to Lu Sheng a long time ago!

Absorb life energy! Yes! That's it! Isn't this just the recovery attribute in games?!

A plan so bold it was insane instantly formed in Lu Sheng's mind.

"He can be saved!"

Lu Sheng stood up abruptly, a terrifying gleam erupting in his eyes, his voice unquestionable:

"Captain Zhou! Carry Old Zhao on your back! Follow me to the main port defense line!"

"There are many Low-Level Floating Corpse there; let him finish them off to absorb life energy!"

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