62: Chapter 63 The Grim Reaper Who Harvests Lives

The Wasteland.

District 13.

Inside an abandoned building.

Lu Chen's main body sat cross-legged.

He closed his eyes in contemplation.

He wasn't Cultivating.

He just liked to meditate.

It brought peace to his mind.

A moment later.

Two Clones returned.

They showed him the gains from their trade.

Lu Chen smiled.

"Good. Next, we continue."

He planned to clear out all the danger zones around Base City D-6.

He would be leaving soon.

But this place held too many memories.

Luo Nianwei was here.

Ke Ji was here.

Every corner of this city.

Was closely tied to his past.

Lu Chen cherished it.

He didn't want anything to happen to it.

The Wasteland around Base City D-6 was divided into sixty districts.

Among them, District 13 was the most dangerous.

Followed by District 18, District 19, and District 20.

The rest were under control.

Ordinary E-rank and F-Class Warriors could handle them.

If he handled this properly.

A beast tide wouldn't break out for a long time.

He stood up.

He stepped onto his Flying Sword.

With a boom.

He soared into the sky!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

...

Then came nine more sonic booms.

Nine Clones followed closely behind him.

Soaring into the sky.

Tracing white trails across the air.

Then, like scattering flower petals, they split up mid-air.

Lu Chen stayed in District 13 to sweep the remaining monsters.

Three Clones headed for District 18.

Three Clones turned toward District 19.

The final three Clones flew toward District 20.

One sonic boom after another thundered through the clouds.

Echoing across the sky.

After a minute of high-speed flight.

Lu Chen reached his destination.

He floated silently beneath the dusky sky.

Behind him was a brilliant sunset.

His sharp gaze calmly scanned the ruins below.

This was the center of District 13.

He expanded his Mental Energy.

His powerful Innate Spiritual Sense instantly swept across a hundred and fifty kilometers.

Every single monster came into view.

Lu Chen discovered.

That even after his day-long sweep.

The number of monsters in District 13 was still staggering.

In his perception.

There were 65 D-rank Monsters.

1,213 E-rank monsters.

16,221 F-rank monsters.

This number was quite exaggerated.

One must realize.

That all the D-rank Warriors in Base City D-6 combined only numbered around sixty.

And yet.

In this remote Wasteland.

Just this one area.

Could crush a base city in terms of top-tier combat power.

Only now.

Did Lu Chen deeply understand.

Why the textbooks said.

These monsters were ghosts wandering over humanity's heads.

The Human Race was indeed in a moment of life and death.

—One mistake and everything would be completely overturned.

However.

Lu Chen hadn't come here to sigh in lamentation.

He didn't hesitate.

He silently raised a hand.

Ten Flying Swords flew out in succession.

Cold light flickered.

Radiating a piercing killing intent.

Then.

One Flying Sword after another tore through the air like silver comets.

They rushed through the steel forests.

Rushed through the Wasteland.

Flying toward the locations of each D-rank Monster.

At the same time.

Lu Chen's Clones began to act in their respective districts.

Cold light flashed from the weapons in their hands.

Harvesting lives one after another.

Steadily advancing toward the central areas where the monsters were more densely packed.

And within Lu Chen's Spiritual Domain.

Every Flying Sword was an extension of his mental will.

Fast, silent, and efficient.

And lethal in a single strike.

However.

Some D-rank Monsters were not weak.

The moment the threat approached.

They instinctively roared in the direction the threat was coming from.

In an instant.

Dozens of monster roars rang out together.

Piercing the silent night sky.

As massive figures ran in panic.

The ground of the entire District 13 shook.

Tall buildings swayed.

Glass fell.

The most primitive terror flickered in their eyes.

But the moment they felt death.

Death had already descended upon them.

Until their end, they never discovered the figure in the sky.

Lu Chen stood upon the dual realm sword.

Floating quietly in mid-air.

With his hands behind his back.

His gaze was indifferent.

Like a deity descended from the heavens.

Judging the sins upon the earth.

From beginning to end.

He only spoke one word.

"Kill!"

Instantly.

Flying Swords streaked across the sky.

Piercing through thick flesh, hide, and scales as hard as iron.

The sharp blades.

Were like a hot knife through butter.

Easily harvesting lives one after another.

In a mere three seconds.

Thirty D-rank Monsters fell simultaneously.

In the air.

Only their desperate roars and shrieks remained.

But the scythes did not stop.

They circled high in the sky.

Their blood-stained blades radiating vast energy.

Like roaming grim reapers.

They began searching for new targets to hunt.

Lu Chen stood high in the sky, observing.

Quietly watching the slaughter.

His eyes were very calm.

In this apocalyptic Wasteland.

It was kill or be killed.

He didn't want to die.

Nor did he want any of his family or friends to die.

So naturally.

He could only send these monsters to their deaths.

Ten Flying Swords sped through the sky at incredible speeds.

Cold light flashed.

Locking onto the next targets.

The remaining thirty-plus D-rank Monsters were scanning the area in panic.

Trying to find the source of the threat.

Yet the deaths continued.

The same panicked shrieks, the same desperate roars.

—Sharp, high-pitched, and terrifying to the beasts.

Like a death knell.

Tolling again and again.

Gradually.

The entire Wasteland fell into silence.

A complete immersion.

It seemed even the insects didn't dare make a sound anymore.

Now only twenty-one monsters remained.

Suddenly.

Lu Chen spotted a hound.

Or more accurately.

A monster resembling a hound.

This hound was six meters long.

Its entire body radiated a violent, primitive, bloodthirsty aura.

It stood directly beneath him.

Its crimson eyes, like fearsome searchlights, locked onto him.

This monster had finally found the source of the danger.

"Roar!"

It let out a roar.

The sound tore through the air like a shockwave.

The entire Wasteland began to vibrate.

Rumble!

Like ten thousand horses galloping.

Converging from all directions.

That roar was not just a threat.

It was a signal.

But Lu Chen didn't stop it.

He watched everything happen.

Next.

From every corner of the Wasteland.

Came over twenty more roars.

With every roar that sounded.

The ground trembled more violently.

Gradually.

The earth shook heavily.

It was as if the air of the entire Wasteland had become much heavier.

This time.

Lu Chen didn't use the Flying Swords to harvest the lives of those D-rank Monsters.

Instead.

He turned his target toward those E-rank Tenth Layer monsters hiding on the periphery.

A minute later.

Twenty-one powerful auras gathered beneath him.

They raised their heads in fury.

Staring at the solitary figure in the sky.

Each gaze was filled with malice.

One powerful aura after another locked onto him firmly.