Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1155 - 496: On Lingyun Slope

A streak of flame streaked over Lingyun Slope.

In the following instant, Liang Yuan materialized close to the Qinghua Paper Mill.

He observed seven or eight members of the Spiritual Ability Sect busily hauling mutant mulberries, assorted papers, and loads of superpower stones in baskets.

Far off, two genetic species-level superpower users were present; one toyed with a black giant ape.

The other gripped a black stone ant queen!

Right then, these two fitted sealing energy necklaces around the necks of the mutant beasts, apparently planning to claim them.

The diminutive superpower user atop the black gold giant ape chuckled, "Perfect timing, I need a mount for land travel. Riding this gorilla from now on will definitely look impressive."

The bearded superpower user in his thirties clutching the black stone ant queen replied steadily, "This black stone ant queen can produce hordes of mutant ants. I’ll bring it back to nurture and see if I can build an ant army."

The short superpower user guffawed, "Xing Feng, your beast taming superpower suits this beast ideally. If fortune favors you and the ant queen reaches genetic species level, you’ll have yourself another powerful ally."

Xing Feng, the named superpower user, grinned, "Appreciate the kind words."

"Hey, this gorilla’s ideal for hauling goods." The short superpower user roared with laughter and yelled to those below, "Load up everything, time to return to the ship. This spot belongs to us now."

The superpower users down below erupted in loud laughs, one remarking, "Shame there are so many women on Meishan, or we brothers could’ve had some real fun."

"What’s to worry about? After handling the folks on Yangshan, we can swing by there and grab some women for our pleasure."

"Haha, excellent idea."

The entire group exploded into raucous laughter.

A sudden icy sneer echoed from above.

"Who’s there?"

The short superpower user jolted in shock and snapped his gaze skyward.

Yet his eyes caught merely a fiery line’s afterimage.

The very next moment, a horrifying wave of spiritual power crashed down.

"Danger, a spirit ability user!"

The short superpower user cried out in panic, his form contracting swiftly into a meatball shape as he plunged beneath the black gold giant ape.

Meanwhile, Xing Feng atop the black stone ant queen responded in kind.

His golden helmet flared with intense golden radiance.

At the same time, he spurred the black stone ant queen beneath him into motion.

The black stone ant queen bolted away at top speed, carrying him from the Qinghua Paper Mill!

The rest met a gruesome fate; Liang Yuan’s spiritual power blast pulverized their brains instantly.

Their skulls crumpled and distorted, killing them outright!

The baskets of superpower stones they carried tumbled to the earth, spilling everywhere.

From the emptiness, Liang Yuan’s attention locked onto the two superpower users who had resisted his spiritual assault.

The short meatball figure had already vanished.

Liang Yuan probed with his spiritual power, yet detected no trace of him!

As for the lofty Xing Feng, after activating his golden helmet, its runes shimmered as he urged the black stone ant queen swiftly toward the bamboo woods.

Liang Yuan felt astonishment; this marked the first foe to withstand his 80-point spiritual power strike.

Abruptly, his silhouette flickered and dissolved into thin air.

Boom!

Just ahead of the fleeing black stone ant queen, the soil erupted violently.

Liang Yuan descended like a shooting star.

The earth quaked, fissures spiderwebbing outward!

The black stone ant queen halted dead, Xing Feng lurched, almost tumbling off.

He seized the ant queen’s antennae, commanding a turn.

But Liang Yuan intoned coldly, "Stop!"

To Xing Feng’s shock, the black stone ant queen froze in place, utterly still.

No amount of superpower urging or mental control budged it.

Even worse, a deep-seated terror welled up from its core.

Xing Feng’s blood ran cold, his eyes on Liang Yuan brimming with dread.

"You—"

Liang Yuan gestured, and whoosh!

The ice star chain shot forth abruptly, ensnaring Xing Feng and hauling him brutally!

Xing Feng lost all bodily control, hurtling straight at Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan stomped forward, thud, pinning him beneath his boot!

Agonizing pain exploded; Xing Feng sensed his chest nearly caving in from the blow.

He had no clue that Liang Yuan’s curiosity about his spiritual resistance had spared him instant death.

Liang Yuan peered down, swiped his hand to yank off Xing Feng’s helmet, and demanded, "This blocks my spiritual power impact?"

"Yes..."

Xing Feng grasped his dire straits, abandoning any false hopes and replying truthfully.

Liang Yuan examined the golden helmet, inquiring, "What’s its working principle?"

Xing Feng caught on to Liang Yuan’s interest and answered promptly, "I don’t know the exact principle, but I’ve heard gold, being an inert material, resists external forces and elemental corrosion effectively, making it highly effective against spiritual power."

"In Guangfu, gold pairs with superpower stones; it’s not as pricey but still very valuable."

"What about these runes?"

Liang Yuan traced the runes on the golden helmet and questioned.

"They’re psychic shield runes, fueled by spiritual attribute superpower stones. They generate a robust spiritual defense barrier within the helmet, shielding not just from mental assaults but also offering physical attack resistance."

Xing Feng proved utterly compliant, responding to every query from Liang Yuan.

Finally, he pleaded, "I’m only a regular member of the Spiritual Ability Sect, with a wife and kid waiting at home. Spare me, and I’ll do anything you ask."

"I even know the Spiritual Ability Sect’s hideout. I’ve visited the Water God Sect’s Floating Island in the [Miyuan Rainforest] and the Earth Mother Sect’s [Yellow Earth Divine Origin]."

"I came here without harming anyone; I just took some superpower stones."

His words rang with sincerity, his expression desperate.

"I can’t die, please, I truly can’t. The Spiritual Ability Sect runs on survival of the fittest, brutally savage inside."

"If I perish, my wife and child will become others’ toys, suffering fates worse than death. I beg you..."

Liang Yuan’s stare remained icy, and he abruptly lifted his arm.

He snatched a nearby sharp Fire Bamboo and thrust it viciously into the soil three meters aside!

Thud!

With immense force, the Fire Bamboo sank over three meters deep, only an arm-length section protruding, quivering with a low hum.

From underground, a shriek burst forth instantly.

Liang Yuan crushed the exposed bamboo tip underfoot.

The cry cut off sharply.

Xing Feng, sprawled on the ground, paled in terror, sweat soaking his back.

He knew that voice belonged to his comrade who’d burrowed away moments ago.

That companion, dubbed [Earth Traveler Sun], was an Earth Attribute Superpower User—short, hot-tempered, and lecherous, earning his moniker.

Though fierce, he was sly as a fox. Since the flood, he’d escaped countless perils through cunning, not chance.

Yet none foresaw his end buried beneath Lingyun Slope today!

Conveniently, no grave needed digging now.

Xing Feng grasped anew the merciless ferocity of this formidable foe before him.

Liang Yuan stowed the golden helmet, eyed Xing Feng, and flicked his wrist!

A faint spark darted into Xing Feng’s mind.

The parasite species lodged directly in the foe’s sea of consciousness; a mere thought from Liang Yuan would let it devour the brain’s spiritual power and nutrients, growing strong.

This man’s life and death now lay wholly in Liang Yuan’s grasp.

"Stay put. If you fancy running, give it a shot."

Liang Yuan smirked coldly, his form blurring as he sped away from sight.

Xing Feng’s brow dripped sweat; he sat up, scanning frantically around.

Corpses littered the area, distant forest cries piercing the air.

Those were his comrades’ voices.

In panic, he sprang up, instinct screaming to flee for survival.

But after mere steps, he halted, muttering, "No running, can’t run. If he let me try, he’s planted something."

"Killing me would be child’s play for him."

"Leaving me alive means I’m useful; fleeing guarantees death."

Dwelling on that blistering speed, despair gripped him. Abandoning escape hopes, he stood frozen, awaiting uncertain fate.

...

Under thirty minutes later, screams faded across Yangshan, Meishan, and Lingyun Slope.

Liang Yuan emerged from the woods, aura thick with slaughter.

He scowled, eyes still sharp with chilling ruthlessness.

"No sign of the Water God Sect’s Plague Priest?"

This Plague Priest topped Liang Yuan’s kill list, yet exhaustive hunts yielded nothing.

Where had he vanished to?

"Did Ling’er and her islanders snag him?"

With that thought, Liang Yuan curbed his bloodlust and raced back to Yangshan.

He first checked the secret chamber where he’d met Sister Mei and the rest.

"Little brother!"

"Brother Liang!"

"Brother Liang Yuan!"

Yang Mei, Song Wen, and Dong Yan wept joyfully, surging forward.

Liang Yuan quelled his fearsome presence, soothing them softly: "All’s well now, it’s finished. I’ve eliminated the threats outside."

The trio sobbed freely; no prior toughness mattered—reunion with their pillar unleashed the floodgates.

Women innately revere power, yearning for shelter.

Liang Yuan never deemed their tears weakness.

He consoled them briefly, then urged: "Sister Mei, Wenwen, Yanyan, steel yourselves. Yangshan’s in crisis and relies on you."

"Recovery lies ahead for Yangshan; injuries and losses abound, so we must calm everyone’s hearts."

"Plus, much gear and setup got wrecked and demands upgrades. Plenty awaits, so you’ll need to labor hard."

Yang Mei shook her head vigorously, declaring: "Hard work? This is nothing. Zhao Kai and Old Ma are hurt—don’t fret, we’ll handle it."

Song Wen added, "I’ll rally folks right away to scour the mountain for healing herbs."

Dong Yan chimed in, "I’ll assemble the rescue squad to scale the peaks and save hidden survivors."

Liang Yuan nodded; busying them with duties would stave off grief.