I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1544 - 1539: Abnormal Black Fog

Chapter 1544: Chapter 1539: Abnormal Black Fog

"Face your trial!"

Having just dealt with one, another charged at him. His hands transformed into thick, black spike cones, and in the moment of nearing Tang Ye, he fiercely swung them towards Tang Ye’s head!

But as the tips were just a few centimeters from Tang Ye’s head, a tendril of black mist, emerging from who knows where, suddenly wrapped around his waist. In an instant, the mist’s tendril began to tighten, twisting his body into a twisted shape!

Tang Ye turned around, grabbed the adversary’s head with a large hand, a flash of red light in his eyes, and then he opened his mouth wide to reveal two rows of shark-like triangular teeth!

Roar!

With a bellow, a large amount of black mist sprayed from Tang Ye’s mouth, crazily pouring into the mouth of the other, and soon, the freak’s body began to wither, its plump skin developed creases and then dried up, until in the end it turned into a mummified corpse tossed aside by Tang Ye!

Having dealt with another, Tang Ye abruptly turned his head, his gaze caught someone circling to his side. The moment this person realized Tang Ye had caught sight of him, he hastened his pace, letting out a roar indistinguishable from a zombie’s, his chest exploded, and spike-covered tendrils extended, moving with his steps to stab at Tang Ye!

Elsewhere, another person ran at full speed to the rubble of a collapsed Building, their arms flesh squirming and turning into a scimitar. They leapt up almost immediately, their arms-turned-scimitars spinning with their body forming a ring of light, bearing a thick intent to kill as they chopped towards Tang Ye! But the next second, Tang Ye swung his arm, grabbing a tendril that was stabbing at him, and with a forceful pull, flung the person at the end of the tendril into the air, crashing down heavily 180 degrees onto the person whose arms had transformed into scimitars!

Boom!

Following that, just like a bomb detonated mid-flight, a huge amount of black dust fell down, mixed with numerous human remains!

"Get out of my way!"

Having dispatched two more with a flick of his arm, Tang Ye advanced with long strides towards another one of his own. The remaining two exchanged glances, letting out a roar, their bodies undergoing bizarre transformations. One of them exuded a black liquid from their pores, quickly hardening upon touching their skin, eventually forming a suit of seemingly impenetrable armor over his entire body, while the other’s head split open, its flesh layer by layer parted to become a tendril filled with sharp teeth!

Roar!

The two let out a simultaneous ferocious roar and charged fearlessly at Tang Ye, but as soon as they made a move, Tang Ye was already in front of one of them!

"Too slow!"

He covered the person’s entire face with one hand, lifted, hoisting the entire person up, and without stopping his legs, he continued towards the other. Judging the distance to be close enough, Tang Ye then threw the unlucky devil in his hand at the other!

Under his power, the person in his grasp had no ability to resist, retreating swiftly like a kite whose string had been cut, striking precisely against their companion. The two of them were sent flying together, bursting through several buildings in succession before exploding into a pile of black ash. And then, there was no after!

Hmph!

With merely a cursory glance, Tang Ye snorted coldly, his speed unrelentingly pushing him forward. He shot through the lengthy streets like thunder torn from the sky, crashing through countless buildings that had collapsed due to destruction, while the other him—the doppelganger—grew closer and closer, its figure in Tang Ye’s eyes becoming exponentially enlarged.

Seeing that his several subordinates were taken care of so quickly, instantly one might even say, the Fake Tang Ye couldn’t help but feel a sense of panic. In no time, his arms bent as if he was strenuously attempting something, but the results were far from what he wanted. His brows furrowed tighter, struggling to regain composure. When he raised his head to look at Tang Ye again, he could only let out a ferocious roar. With a wave of his arm, the densely packed crowd on the ground began to move, trying to stop Tang Ye’s advance. But their power was so meager; their existence made virtually no difference to the real Tang Ye!

His pace did not slow down in the slightest, charging straight through the road, leaving bursts of black ash in his wake.

Heh~argh ahhhh!

This scene played out right before the Fake Tang Ye’s eyes, his patience bursting at the seams. Harsh, unsightly sounds continuously emerged from his mouth. Before long, his lips began to peel, soon bursting open as cracks spread across. It wasn’t long before those fissures, which made their first appearance on his lips, began to extend in all directions. The face of the Fake Tang Ye now resembled a vase, which, having fallen and miraculously not shattered, was picked up, hastily fixed, and placed back on the table, its cracks obliterating any aesthetic value.

Uh...heh heh~argh ahh...

The sounds from his mouth continued, starting as hoarse and slowly becoming shrill. The cracks that started on his lips spread to his entire body. It was clear that the Fake Tang Ye was in bad shape, not only physically but also the thick black mist that swirled around him, seemingly out of his control, began to roil, forming circling mists around the Fake Tang Ye. The halo shrank smaller and smaller until they completely enveloped the Fake Tang Ye.

"What is this..."

Tang Ye was somewhat surprised; he didn’t understand what had happened to his other self, what was happening. Putting other things aside, just the black mist around the doppelganger, fundamentally, it was the same as his own black mist. However, he’d never encountered such a state, and from his understanding of his own black mist abilities, he could tell at a glance that the mist was behaving abnormally.

He didn’t stop. As Lu Xiaojie had said, aside from killing everyone, his objective was to reclaim what was crucially his. The former wasn’t easy to achieve at the moment. There were too many, too weak; but when quantity exceeded a certain threshold, dealing with them could become extremely troublesome.

About a dozen seconds later, the Fake Tang Ye, engulfed by the abnormal black mist, let out a thunderous roar. The very next second, the black mist that enveloped him burst open, and his figure was once more revealed. He looked towards the real Tang Ye, his eyes now the distinctive crimson of a Silver Armor Corpse, indistinct like a red sun in the midst of an endless abyss, its radiance unable to dispel the darkness of this abyss!

Filled with surging resentment and murderous intent!

Whether it was an illusion or not, after his figure reemerged from the black mist, the black mist that surrounded him seemed to have thinned considerably.