Zhuang Wuming's heart was solemn and he was thinking quickly. At this moment, his heart moved and he caught a slight vibration above him.
"Prey has appeared."
His mind rose upwards, and he saw a lost soul above.
Its strength is only about the level of a first-level warrior, which is very weak.
"That's the best goal."
The body that transformed into Quark rose up, and countless particles of Zhuang Wuming appeared behind the lost soul.
In front of him is a lost soul who looks like an old man.
He has white hair, many age spots on his skin, and his eyes are pitch black.
His whole body was exuding black smoke, and he was almost no different from anyone else.
Zhuang Wuming stretched out his hand and attacked him.
With one point, a trace of energy and blood rushed into the opponent's body.
Qi and blood were injected into the body of the lost soul, and it exploded instantly.
The body of the lost soul shattered in an instant.
There was no fluctuation in power, only a red light flashed across the body of the lost soul, and he was reduced to pieces.
Countless fragments floated in the air for a moment, then turned into black smoke and disappeared.
A burst of black energy flashed into Zhuang Wuming's body.
With a chill between his brows, Zhuang Wuming received a unit of extra-dimensional energy.
At this time, the death of the lost soul seems to have triggered something, and a wave of waves is coming here.
Zhuang Wuming had no intention of staying at all, and disappeared underground in a flash.
A group of lost souls came here quickly, numbering about a hundred.
After arriving here, they kept wandering around, seemingly looking for something.
But Zhuang Wuming has already left here.
Underground, Zhuang Wuming thought in his mind, "It seems that there is a connection between these lost souls."
"A death will immediately attract the nearby lost souls."
"It's not a good idea to kill them one by one."
"At present, it seems that there are traces of wisdom among these lost souls."
Looking at the thin layer of black crystal-like power over Baicheng, it is the trace of wisdom.
Zhuang Wuming never underestimates any creature. With wisdom, he has all possibilities.
Moreover, the strange existence of the Lost Soul has traces of power beyond the infinite space.
To underestimate this unknown existence is to seek death.
"Then you can only take one shot, kill a certain number of lost souls, and then evacuate."
Zhuang Wuming kept changing directions underground, he was collecting information.
The deeper he went inside Baicheng, the more pressure he felt.
He noticed that countless buildings on the ground were covered with strange black threads.
They are densely covered inside and outside the building, and some even begin to penetrate deep into the ground.
Zhuang Wuming had no intention of getting close to them, but carefully walked around them to observe.
A faint wave of life flashed in Zhuang Wuming's mind.
He saw an underground rat digging underground passages.
The fat body looks like it has lived a very nourishing life.
The direction it was digging at this time was exactly where a hair that was deep into the ground was located.
Then a terrifying scene occurred.
The moment the mouse came close to the hair, the hair had already moved and pierced into the mouse's body.
The next moment, the mouse trembled all over and quickly fell down in the passage, losing its life.
In this black silk thread, an inexplicable wisp of Qi rose up along the black silk thread and disappeared into Zhuang Wuming's induction.
"Is this? Extracting life?"
A thought flashed through my mind, and this feeling was too clear.
After understanding the horror and role of this black color, Zhuang Wuming stayed away from it.
His mind was also looking for places not covered by these black threads.
He soon discovered that only the outermost few hundred meters of the city were not covered by black silk threads.
Almost without exception, the urban buildings inside are covered with countless black silk threads.
Zhuang Wuming knew it well, and he always stayed at the outermost level of the city.
He stood quietly on the street, a trace of blood spreading around.
Like a drop of blood in a sea full of sharks.
The lost souls around him were stunned for a moment, and then rushed towards his direction.
Countless wandering lost souls bared their teeth and claws, filled with terrifying black smoke, billowing from both ends of the street.
Like two tides of black smoke, they were about to drown Zhuang Wuming's speculation.
The next moment, hundreds of lost souls had already submerged Zhuang Wuming, but the next moment, hundreds of sharp energy and blood turned into sharp swords and blasted out.
bang bang bang
Facing these low-level lost souls, Zhuang Wuming could kill them all without much effort.
All the lost souls exploded.
The next moment, Zhuang Wuming had disappeared from where he was.
Three seconds after he left, countless black threads rushed out of the city like a wave.
boom
Countless black threads hit the place where he was just now like a tidal wave.
It even spreads directly underground, covering the entire underground area like rhizomes.
Fortunately, Zhuang Wuming walked quickly. If he delayed for a moment, he would have been overwhelmed by countless black hairs.
Feeling the huge vibration coming from the distance, Zhuang Wuming narrowed his eyes and said, "It came so fast."
"Looks like I have to be more careful next time, these tides of black threads are too scary."
Zhuang Wuming could tell that as long as he was caught by these countless black threads, the only result would be death.
He keeps wandering around the outskirts of the city, and the underground is a relatively safe space.
His mind kept scanning his surroundings, controlling all dangers.
When he encountered a black thread, he avoided it. Ten minutes later, he found an area where many lost souls gathered.
It was a hospital, with dozens of lost souls wandering around in patients' clothes.
They were like ghosts, floating half a foot above the ground, and the black smoke drifted with them.
During the day, it seems that the lost souls are very calm, and there is no desire for life like at night.
Zhuang Wuming quietly emerged from the ground and appeared in the hospital.
Thinking controls the surroundings, "There are forty-eight heads in total."
A trace of energy and blood escaped, and the forty-eight lost souls noticed it instantly.
They rushed towards the hospital hall like crazy, but what greeted them were forty-eight sharp swords of energy and blood.
At the eighth level of "Infinite Body", Zhuang Wuming can let Qi and blood evolve into any form.
The sword of energy and blood flashed, and these lost souls were wiped out in an instant.
The black energy in their bodies was also harvested by Zhuang Wuming in an instant, and then he disappeared from the spot.
The moment he left, countless black threads fell from the sky, completely submerging the area.
Countless black threads spread crazily around, seemingly searching for anyone who dares to kill his men.
But still nothing was found, nothing was collected.
Zhuang Wuming succeeded in hunting for the second time.
In the middle of the city, a lost soul wearing a black dress was hanging high in the air.
Countless hair strands spread from the top of her head and enveloped the surrounding area.
She seemed to be suspended by her own hair, standing quietly in mid-air.
At this time, her eyes were dark, and a hint of emotion appeared on the cold expression on her face.