The "loot distribution meeting" was lively.
Tens of millions of seafood.
That is to say, tens of millions of crystals.
And, level 5 at the lowest!
Two level 9 crystals went to Qin Feng. With Zheng Rui's acceleration, his strength immediately reached level 9.
This battle.
Qin Feng displayed heavenly power comparable to a god, but he knew very well that Zheng Rui's contribution was indispensable.
He gave half of the level 9 crystals, plus two brand new level 8 crystals, to Zheng Rui as a reward.
This was enough for Zheng Rui to advance.
Of course, Zheng Rui could not accelerate himself.
He could only absorb them slowly.
Additionally.
There were still many level 7 and 8 crystals, distributed according to strength.
As for crystals below level 7.
He left a million for Tang Xiaoying.
After all, the quantity was too large, and the base only had over twenty thousand people, so they couldn't use them all.
The rest were placed in the dimensional space.
Next.
Qin Feng would continue to hunt in the Pacific.
With a large number of high-level crystals, the base would enter a period of rapid improvement.
Especially with Zheng Rui's help.
Even without level 9 crystals, as long as there were level 8 or even level 7 crystals.
They could still help a team member advance to level 9.
At worst.
They could use time acceleration.
After this battle.
The crystal resources reached an unprecedented number.
Everyone was full of confidence for the future.
Even.
Everyone except Qin Feng felt that the apocalypse was just like that.
What danger?
They were invincible!
Only Qin Feng understood that in the "Furious Beasts" + "Extreme Deep Freeze" storyline, they were indeed invincible at this moment.
But!
More than half of the storyline had passed.
The next new storyline was about to begin.
New dangers.
Would also officially emerge.
Even with the honey mushroom, even with his super physique, and Zheng Rui's time acceleration, he would no longer be invincible.
...
Time passed quickly.
The "Furious Beasts" + "Extreme Deep Freeze" storyline had only three days left to end.
John Bull Country.
Somewhere in Northern Ireland.
A team was hunting zombies.
The leader was a burly white man around thirty years old.
His name was George.
He was a native of the apocalyptic planet.
After the "Legion of the Living Dead" storyline descended, he was one of the first to establish a survivor base.
It could be said.
Except for Walker from Blue Star, George was the strongest expert in John Bull Country on the apocalyptic planet – Walker had died long ago.
After several consecutive storylines.
He had already reached level 8.
The evolution of zombies had reached a bottleneck.
Ordinary zombies could no longer evolve, generally only having level 5 strength.
Of course.
Mutants could still evolve.
Several days ago, the mutants collectively reached level 8.
But so what?
Level 8 mutants were no match for George, who was also level 8.
After all, at this stage, mutants only had pure physical strength.
George, however?
At level 6, he awakened his second ability.
Even earlier, he had comprehended a new ability.
At the same level 8.
He alone could easily deal with at least four or five mutants!
And his base had thousands of people, with over a thousand combat personnel.
It could be said.
Within John Bull Country.
Whether in terms of individual strength or base scale, he was number one.
However...
He absolutely did not expect that he would die today.
At this very moment.
He was attacking a zombie horde.
Their side only had a hundred people, while the zombie horde numbered tens of thousands.
Logically, even with their strong combat power, they stood no chance against a zombie horde hundreds of times their size.
But!
The actual situation was that George led his team and had killed quite a few mutants.
"You, come here!"
Two team members jumped out from the shadows.
One team member carried another on his back.
The one being carried was provocatively beckoning to the mutant from afar.
His face was full of disdain and provocation.
"FuCk!"
The Corpse King was furious.
Level 8 mutants had very high intelligence, comparable to humans.
Faced with the provocation of food, the Corpse King was enraged: "Kill them!"
Rumble...
Thousands of zombie minions charged.
The two team members turned and fled.
The one carrying the other was a physique-type. However, he had no chance of further breakthrough, and his strength remained at level 5.
Humans, like zombies, mostly could not continue to improve after reaching level 5.
Of course.
The proportion of humans who broke through level 5 was significantly higher than zombies.
About 90% of humans would stop at level 5.
10% would continue to improve.
As for zombies?
Ordinary zombies could not evolve further.
Only mutants could evolve.
And the proportion of mutants was only about one in ten thousand.
Whoosh!
The physique-type team member ran away with his companion on his back.
In terms of physique, a level 5 physique-type ability user was almost the same as a level 5 zombie.
The two maintained a distance, and the thousands of zombies in pursuit were still unable to get close.
Of course.
The stamina of a physique-type ability user was not comparable to that of a zombie.
Zombies could maintain a sprint constantly.
Ability users could not.
Seeing that after a while, the physique-type team member's stamina began to weaken, and the distance started to close.
Suddenly!
The team member on his back unleashed his ability.
Earth walls appeared out of nowhere, blocking the pursuing zombies behind them.
The earth walls would not be able to stop so many zombies.
But!
They were enough to temporarily block them.
The distance between the two sides widened again.
On the other side.
After thousands of zombies chased the two away, not far from the mutant army, two more people jumped out.
"You, come here!" They beckoned to the mutant again.
"FuCk!"
The Corpse King was furious.
What did they take me for?
Coming to provoke me one by one?
With a roar from the Corpse King, another group of zombies charged.
And so it went.
Constantly, one or two team members would provoke, luring away ordinary zombies bit by bit, and finally...
Half an hour later.
The Corpse King was surprised to find that fewer than a thousand minions were left around it.
With its level of intelligence, it vaguely sensed that something was wrong.
"Roar!"
It roared to the sky.
Preparing to summon its scattered minions back.
Unfortunately, it was too late!
Whoosh! 138 Reading Network
More than twenty people rushed out from a building.
The leader was George!
These twenty-odd people were the strongest elites from his base, all with the talent to break through level 5.
Among them.
Two, who were his left and right-hand men, had even comprehended new abilities.
There were only twenty-odd of them.
The Corpse King still had hundreds of zombies.
The numbers were vastly different.
However.
Their strength was on a different level!
Only the Corpse King was a level 8 mutant, while all other zombies were level 5.
On George's side.
The weakest was level 6.
Sixteen at level 6, five at level 7, and three at level 8.
Crucially, the two who were his left and right-hand men had not only reached level 8 like him but also possessed more than one ability.
Let's put it this way.
Any one of them among the three could easily defeat a level 8 mutant.
The numbers were small.
But the quality far surpassed the zombie side.
The twenty-odd people charged, like tigers entering a flock of sheep.
George led the charge.
Heading straight for the mutant in the center.
The entire battle was one-sided slaughter. As the mutant was killed, the remaining zombies scattered like birds and beasts.
Next.
The zombie center would completely collapse, and George would lead his elite subordinates to regroup with the subordinates who had lured away the zombies.
Those subordinates.
Each wave lured away about a thousand.
The entire zombie horde was divided into small groups of about a thousand.
Perfect for killing!
They had always done it this way.
"Go!"
George gave the order.
Suddenly!
Just as he was about to go and aid his subordinates, an anomaly occurred.