176: Chapter 176 Loot

Isabelle's gaze moved past the two still-warm headless corpses and locked onto the man hovering in the air.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

He saw it clearly.

When those twenty-four blood vines emerged from the void, a nearly forgotten sense of familiarity slammed into his mind.

That form, that bloodthirsty, violent aura...

He had only seen it at the Botanical Garden.

How could he possess something like this?

Just as Chen Feng's mind was reeling, Isabelle moved.

The ground beneath her feet shattered with a boom!

She shot up like a cannonball, her broad-bladed saber carving an arc through the air as she aimed directly for Song Yang's head!

This strike condensed all her strength and willpower, moving faster than the naked eye could capture!

Facing this strike, Song Yang did not block it head-on, instead using his high movement speed to dodge.

The attack missed, and Isabelle landed on the wall of a building, her feet digging into the masonry like nails to steady herself.

Looking at the increasingly one-sided battlefield, she knew she had no chance of winning.

Staying any longer would only mean death!

Isabelle pushed off the wall with a violent kick, launching her body out again, but not towards Song Yang; instead, she jumped toward the rooftop of a taller building in the opposite direction, then disappeared into the green vegetation without looking back.

Isabelle's escape was like pulling the keystone out of a structure, causing the remaining people to collapse instantly.

Without that woman leading them, the last remnants of courage in the remaining foreigners evaporated, and under the siege of the others, they soon followed in their companions' footsteps, becoming corpses.

The battle ended.

Everyone began to scavenge for loot.

Song Yang had killed those two, so everything on their bodies naturally belonged to him.

He crouched down and rummaged through Hans' tactical vest.

Soon, his fingers touched two cold, hard objects.

A palm-sized metal bottle filled with a bright green liquid.

And three dragon-eye-sized fruits, pitch black, yet with strange silver veins flowing slowly on the surface, as if they were alive.

At this moment, a figure stopped beside him.

Mayor.

"This is plant serum."

"It is a mysterious object that can only be found in the core area, secreted by a specific plant; one plant can only condense such a small bottle in a month."

"The effect of this thing is exaggerated; even if you lose a leg, this thing can make it grow back."

"This is a true life-saving trump card. If you are willing to sell it, I'm afraid someone in the Shelter would pay a high price, around 100,000 contribution points."

Song Yang squeezed the metal bottle, the touch cold, then tightened the cap and put it into his own pocket.

A trump card that could regenerate severed limbs—no one would complain about having too many of those.

His gaze fell back to the three pitch-black fruits in his palm.

"What about these?"

Song Yang handed one of the fruits over.

Mayor took the fruit and brought it under his nose to sniff; a faint, almond-like bitter scent wafted out.

He used his thumbnail to gently scrape the surface, which was as smooth as obsidian, revealing a hint of ink-green inside.

"Ebony Fruit."

After a long while, Mayor spoke.

"Used for detoxification; theoretically, it can cure a hundred poisons."

After he finished speaking, he tossed the fruit back to Song Yang.

"But it's not of much use now."

"Your immunity and mine are a hundred times that of an ordinary person; even if we are bitten by a poisonous snake, we won't be poisoned."

Song Yang silently caught the Ebony Fruit.

What Mayor said was a fact. For Evolvers at their level, the threat of conventional toxins was indeed no longer significant.

But looking at the three fruits lying quietly in his palm, watching the silver veins slowly flowing on them, he had no intention of throwing them away.

Useless things?

In this world, there is never anything absolutely useless, only value placed in the wrong place.

With a flick of his fingertips, he tucked the three Ebony Fruits away as well.

The looting continued.

Song Yang put the Ebony Fruits away and rose to walk toward the last corpse.

He reached his fingers into the inner pocket.

There was no coldness of metal, nor the firmness of a hard object.

His fingertips touched something unusually soft, with a warm, moist texture, as if he were pinching a piece of living flesh.

Song Yang raised an eyebrow and took the object out.

It was a flower.

Only palm-sized, entirely orange-yellow, with layers of petals like meticulously carved amber.

The moment his fingertips touched the petals, a pure, gentle warm current flowed slowly into his body along his fingertips.

The orange flower's light dimmed slightly.

This glimmer of light, in the dim environment, was like a firefly in the night, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

The looting stopped.

The whispering ceased.

Dozens of eyes instantly focused on the unremarkable little flower in his palm.

"Brother..."

A lean man approached, his face plastered with a sycophantic smile, but his eyes were locked on the flower in Song Yang's hand.

"What kind of treasure is this? Are you selling it? We can negotiate the price!"

"Sell it, my ass!"

Another voice rudely interrupted him.

A burly, Bald, Stout Man pushed the man aside and said in a muffled voice:

"Brother, don't listen to this skinny monkey's sweet talk. I'll trade you three 'explosive energy crystals' for it! This thing can blow up a whole street if it goes off."

As he spoke, he wanted to pull things out of his bag.

The crowd became restless.

"What are explosive energy crystals worth? I'll offer a set of 'soft armor' that stops bullets!"

"I have three vials of serum here!"

Various offers rose one after another.

Song Yang turned a deaf ear to the clamor around him.

His entire focus was immersed in the strange sensation brought by the orange-yellow flower.

That warm current was not a one-time injection, but rather like establishing a channel.

The flower seemed to come alive, turning into a tiny vortex, greedily absorbing the free-floating, invisible energy in the air, converting it through some profound method, and then continuously channeling it into his body.

His body, like a sponge that had been dried for a long time, was slowly being soaked by a gentle spring.

Every cell was cheering.

This feeling was like being soaked in a nutrient tank anytime, anywhere.

The value of this thing could not be measured by the "explosive energy crystals" or "bulletproof soft armor" that those people were talking about.

This was a continuous, subtle strengthening.

Putting it into his pocket, Song Yang moved his mind, and a silver metal hoverboard appeared out of thin air, floating beside his feet.

After a brief farewell to Mayor, he turned into a stream of light, skimming along the top of the ruins, and shot into the sky, speeding towards Dahai City.

The strong wind whistled in his ears, and the urban ruins beneath his feet were quickly stretched into blurred blocks of color.

Soon, the outline of Dahai City appeared on the horizon.

Unlike before, the city was devastated, many buildings had collapsed, and large claw marks remained on them.

That black dragon must have already been here.

Song Yang looked toward the direction of his safe house, his eyes becoming unprecedentedly grave.

Moving was urgent.