Doomsday Fortress

"His Discipline isn't the same as the speed. It doesn't have a time limit."    

Wang Yi suddenly remembered a saying that was widely spread among the survivors in his previous life.    

Mutations, to put it bluntly, were genetic mutations. This mutation gave a small portion of humans an ability that was different from ordinary evolved humans. When a special ability was given to a special ability, it gave a small portion of humans an ability that was not the same as normal humans. In other words, if there was no special ability, they were just normal evolved men.    

The Adepts were powerful, but they couldn't be used all the time. The duration of each Adept's ability varied, though. Some could only use it for a few minutes, while others could only use it for a few days in a row.    

In general, the more powerful a Discipline was, the shorter the duration of use it would take. In contrast, the weaker the Discipline was.    

This limitation wasn't limited to the two primary abilities of speed and strength. Many of these two abilities were focused on strengthening. There was still a gap between them and true Disciplines.    

Wu Tian, who was in front of him, had that kind of special ability. If even the Strong Corpse was unable to break through his defense, then it was already considered a powerful superpower, and after killing the Strong Corpse and fighting with Wu Tie for such a long time, I'm afraid I'm already exhausted.    

Thinking of this, the corner of Wang Yi's mouth raised into a sneer. His eyes looked at Wu Tian thoughtfully.    

Wang Yi was not in a hurry to attack. The recovery of his superpower was not something that could be achieved in just a few minutes.    

"Crap!"    

Wu Tian shouted in his heart.    

This was the first time Wu Tian felt the disappearance of the ability on his body. Never before had he used his superpower for such a long time, so this was also the first time he encountered such a situation.    

"What is it? I can't feel the energy in your body anymore? "    

Wang Yi spoke softly as he slowly took a step towards Wu Tian.    

Wu Tian slightly avoided looking at Wang Yi's eyes, but he did not dare to meet them. He acted subconsciously, and Wu Tian slightly moved one step back.    

"That's it."    

Wang Yi's gaze swept across Wu Tian. His subconscious actions completely exposed the fear in his heart.    

If his superpower was still there, how could Wu Tian be afraid?    

Previously, Wang Yi was only guessing, and did not dare to be sure. But now, with Wu Tian taking a step back, Wang Yi became even more convinced of his thoughts.    

His superpower had been used up!    

"Go to hell!"    

Without any hesitation, all the accidents, were just talk. Since Wang Yi was determined to kill him, he didn't want to change his mind because of one reason or another!    

"Shua!"    

The sharp machete descended from the sky and hacked onto Wu Tian's bald head once again. Wang Yi wanted to know if his head would still be as tough as it was before without the support of his superpower.    

The disappearance of his superpower had even slowed Wu Tian's reaction by half a beat. It was only when Wang Yi was already close to him that he reacted, hurriedly raising his Pike and placing it horizontally above his head.    

"Dang lang!"    

The Pike in his hands trembled, and through the Pike, Wang Yi's huge strength was transferred to Wu Tian's hands.    

In that instant, the entire area was filled with blood!    

Without the support of his tough skin, the thin muscles of his hands couldn't withstand Wang Yi's strength.    

Even though the Pike Spear was round, but in Wu Tian's hands, the damage was greater than the blade!    

Rumble ~ ~ ~    

Wang Yi looked over and saw that Wu Tian's hand that was holding onto the Pike had broken, and the Pike's body had broken through that layer of skin. It was stuck in the gap between the thumb and palm bone!    

Streaks of dark red muscles protruded out. Blood flowed out from the wound and dyed Wu Tian's arms red.    

The feeling of his bones being rubbed against each other made Wu Tian lose his mind.    

If it was excruciating, he wouldn't feel pain anymore.    

Stunned, Wu Tian looked at the Pike that was stuck in the crevice of his palm. He subconsciously shook his hand, but he found out that the Pike was actually so strong.    

"Shua!"    

Without waiting for Wu Tian to make another move, Wang Yi raised his machete and brought it down again. It was still the Pike that was on Wu Tian's hands, the same place that was full of knife marks.    

"Clank ~ ~"    

"Kacha kacha!"    

The moment the blade and the Pike made contact, two clear sounds rang and the Pike fell to the ground. At the same time, Wu Tian's thumbs also fell.    

It was accompanied by two long sections of broken bones, as if they were chicken feet that had not been chewed clean. Traces of skin and flesh adhered to the bones.    

On both of his hands, a slender strip of skin was torn from his palms to his elbows. His thumb had been replaced by broken tendons and muscles, and was trembling with Wu Tian.    

"Ugh …" "Ugh …"    

Wu Tian wanted to scream in pain, but he suddenly realized that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.    

"How could this be?"    

He looked up and saw the expressionless face of Wang Yi. It was the scariest face Wu Tian had ever seen in his life.    

Wu Tian's face gradually disappeared and his eyes were replaced by a lingering darkness.    

Carrying the unconscious Wu Tian on his shoulder, Wang Yi ignored the two thumbs on the ground as he calmly walked over the collapsed wall and into the airport.    

The battle was nearing its end and all the zombies had been exterminated. Some of them were led by Zhang Fei to dig out Glycosylated Meat s from the heads of the zombies, while the other group, including Liu Yi and Zhou Tai's group of more than ten people, surrounded the remaining zombies.    

"Where's Yang Ze?"    

Wang Yi's eyes scanned the surroundings, but didn't find Yang Ze's figure.    

"He and Lee Loong took a few people with them to save Lee Hu and the others."    

Yang Bing handed the gun to a member beside him and quickly walked to Wang Yi. He reached out his hand to drag Wu Tian, who was on Wang Yi's shoulder, to the ground.    

"Warehouse 16?" Wang Yi asked.    

"No."    

Yang Bing shook his head and pointed at Liu Shisui, who had a gun pointed at his forehead.    

"He said that Lee Hu and Wei Ping were sent to the slaughterhouse."    

"The slaughterhouse?"    

Wang Yi looked at Yang Bing's somewhat calm face.    

"Yeah, but that woman said that Lee Hu and the others are fine right now."    

"That woman."    

Wang Yi looked in the direction of Yang Bing's gaze.    

Yao Ruoyun could only describe her as bewitching. Her lips were red as if they were dyed with blood. Her makeup was ghost-like, her graceful and seductive figure, and the blood and corpses around her seemed to have become her most beautiful foil.    

Her gaze didn't change at all as she stared blankly at Wu Tian, who was unconscious on the ground.    

"Give her a knife. Tell her, as long as Wu Tian doesn't die, she can do whatever she wants."    

Wang Yi shook his head sadly. In his mind, he recalled what this woman said last night.    

"If you succeed, I don't need anything, I only want Wu Tian!"    

The pair of eyes that should have shone with a charming light, was instead replaced with an endless madness and hatred.    

Even Wang Yi was shocked by the hatred in her eyes.    

This hatred was not something that anyone could feign.