A large group of solemn-looking men clustered around Chen Feng, slowly making their way to the business street. Wei Xun walked at the forefront, releasing the Arm of Hundred Beasts, from which faintly came a miserable howl. Even weaker insects and mutant beasts dared not approach, quickly retreating to a distance.
"Sir, this is the place!"
Wei Xun stepped forward, pointing at the nearby supermarket.
"I tracked Zhang Hongliang and their movements yesterday. Seven bases, each thoroughly investigated. All other sites were cleared of supplies, except for this supermarket... not a single item inside has been touched!"
Wei Xun’s voice was low, clearly filled with suspicion regarding this place.
"Did you go inside?" asked Chen Feng calmly.
"No, following your orders, I sensed something wrong here and hurried back to report it, without entering!" Wei Xun answered truthfully.
This was Wei Xun’s strength, a trait that made him follow Chen Feng’s orders to the letter, never acting unnecessarily. Like a loyal dog, sitting when told, lying down when commanded.
Good.
As the camp grew stronger day by day, Chen Feng valued not dazzling geniuses or warlords of great might, but rather people like Wei Xun, who commanded the core forces of the camp,
Loyalty...
Always outranking ability!
Chen Feng gave Wei Xun an approving look, then lifted his gaze to study the supermarket before them.
[Luck Supermarket]
The billboard’s golden letters on a red background made these four words particularly clear.
Nothing seemed suspicious outside the supermarket; it was inside where things appeared curious, with all goods meticulously arranged — cigarettes in display cases, snacks in the food cabinets, and soap on the hygiene shelves, all lying quietly.
Something was off.
Even if everyone on this street were dead, by now some creatures would surely have visited, leaving chaos behind.
Yet now, this supermarket was impeccably tidy. Chen Feng’s gaze sharpened as he noticed — not even much dust on the shelves — it defied all common sense.
"Sir, would you like me to take someone inside to check it out?"
As Chen Feng pondered, Wei Xun stepped forward and bent down to speak.
"No need, I’ll go personally; you stand guard outside. Anyone who comes out, kill without mercy!" said Chen Feng, extending his hand to block Wei Xun.
Accompanying Chen Feng today, aside from Wei Xun, were Liu Haoyang the Far-sighted Master, Ma Chen the Earth Elemental Master, and thirty-odd combat group members, though all these people remained silent, stationed quietly outside the door.
It wasn’t that Chen Feng was reckless, but his terrifying power today made visiting this eerie place worthwhile. He had banished all four Summoned Beasts to the Abyss; if anything happened, all four could act together, combating any opponent apart from Golden-level ones regardless of rank.
As for Golden-level powerhouses, they weren’t brainless zombies that could be found anywhere.
The apocalypse hadn’t been raging for long; even Silver Realm figures were considered mighty. Regarding Golden-level beings, Chen Feng knew only of the Insect Emperor, hidden in the shadows, commanding thousands of insects!
Why was the Insect Emperor so terrifying?
In some corners, it commanded its minions to interbreed, laying countless eggs for consumption.
Horrifying.
The reproductive ability of insects was already strong; a Giant Strength Grasshopper, given adequate food, could lay hundreds of eggs in just half a month. If one insect could lay so many, how overwhelming were thousands laying eggs every day?
Moreover, aside from ordinary Giant Strength Grasshoppers and Red Rock Beetles, the Insect Emperor had many rare insects by its side. Their laid eggs held more potent life energy, more value — it was said the Insect Emperor reached Golden-level by these malevolent means!
This was akin to a twisted sacrifice: the insects’ power concentrated into the Insect Emperor’s body.
Chen Feng couldn’t believe such a peculiar small supermarket could harbor a Golden-level figure — it was simply impossible!
Taking steady strides, Chen Feng directly walked into the supermarket.
The supermarket was large, with dozens of shelves, extending over two floors. On the wall nearby hung even a work uniform.
Before the apocalypse, a worker likely went out for lunch, only never to return.
Walking through the supermarket, Chen Feng’s steps were steady. Yet each step was akin to a tiger descending from the mountain, surveying the surroundings, his muscles tense and poised for any sudden threat.
The food aisle.
Chen Feng halted.
If survivors really barged in, they would surely come here first for food.
Chips, sausages, instant noodles, bread...
Chen Feng’s gaze passed over these foods and changed slightly when he saw a cream bun, reaching out to take it.
Some black liquid had solidified on it.
Chen Feng gently wiped a bit and sniffed near his nose.
"It’s blood!"
This was unmistakably coagulated blood plasma.
Holding the bread, Chen Feng scrutinized the surroundings of the shelf. Apart from the bread, other food packages also had scattered small spots.
The blood had been spilled for an unknown time, even its color transformed to black.
"There’s indeed something strange here; these blood stains show signs of human wiping. Could it be that this supermarket is a lure, using food to attract survivors? Then what’s the purpose?"
Chen Feng reflected, threading together the earlier doubts in his mind.
"Whew..."
A breeze suddenly blew across Chen Feng’s face; at the same time, the whole supermarket seemed to be shrouded by a black curtain like a stage at the end.
Visibility zero.
In such circumstances, the entire supermarket seemed swallowed by darkness; food, shelves, even Chen Feng’s body and limbs vanished at that moment.
"Not illusion, pure darkness, the Barrier Master’s technique." Chen Feng’s calm voice sounded, without a hint of panic or fear, as if he were on a warm beach, remaining relaxed and at ease.
No response.
Silence encased the surroundings like a tomb.
"Only rats prefer shadows; you hidden in corners, is this your method to make my men disappear?"
Amidst the shadows, Chen Feng continued speaking to himself, though now compared to previous curiosity, his tone demanded more questions and anger...
Chen Feng, angry?
This could mean death!