Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1167 - 508: Immortality Ability?

The sight before Liang Yuan left him completely baffled.

How had Wu Yaobang pulled off something like this?

"Playing tricks!"

Liang Yuan bellowed sharply, his Spirit erupting in an instant!

Boom!

Spirit Shock!

Empowered by his mighty Spiritual Power, the Spirit Shock acted like a horrifying psychic explosive.

It detonated abruptly within the minds of the foes standing before him.

Nearly half collapsed to the ground right away, clutching their shrunken heads.

Yet the remaining half stood firm, merely letting out soft grunts!

And that Divine Son Wu Yaobang—who could say when?—had donned a golden helmet!

This golden helmet resembled the Pope’s Crown.

Right now, it radiated an eerie glow, repelling Liang Yuan’s Spiritual Assault!

Liang Yuan’s brow furrowed deeply at once, doubts surging in his mind.

"How does Wu Yaobang know gold blocks Spiritual Power intrusions too?"

Even outside, only Guangfu’s group knew gold’s purpose; isolated survivors rarely did.

Liang Yuan had discovered gold’s true function only after linking up with Guangfu’s folks.

So how had Wu Yaobang, confined in this folded space, learned it?

This puzzle raced through Liang Yuan’s thoughts. Though the Spiritual Attack failed now, his abilities shifted endlessly.

He flicked his hand, unleashing a whoosh as ice blades around him launched forth.

These fearsome ice blades sliced like razor-sharp swords, whistling through the air.

The opposing Angel Corps members swiftly raised shields and blades.

They blocked with shields ahead, charging ahead without fear.

Liang Yuan frowned once more, unable to shake the unease.

Something felt off—this was far too peculiar!

All these people shared uniform Power ratings of 65 to 70, none possessing other Superpower types!

Wasn’t that an outrageous coincidence?

Did Wu Yaobang recruit only Strength-type Superpower Users for his Angel Corps?

But why?

What made Strength-type Superpower Users so unique?

Liang Yuan remained puzzled.

Still, facing Strength-type Superpower Users made things straightforward.

Liang Yuan’s ice blades didn’t travel straight; his Spiritual Telekinesis let him control them at will.

A continuous whoosh filled the air, accompanied by dreadfully low sonic booms.

Bang bang bang...

The ice blades slammed down viciously, striking several black-garbed Angel Corps members.

Chests punctured, they tumbled face-first to the earth.

But the rest pressed on undaunted, surging forward relentlessly.

Before reaching Liang Yuan, they detonated themselves!

Boom boom boom!

Bursts of blood erupted with thunderous roars.

Like living bombs, they unleashed devastating shockwaves.

Liang Yuan’s form retreated nonstop, compelled to evade and weave through the blasts.

Temporarily, he fell into a disadvantageous spot!

"Damn it, Wu Yaobang’s followers are this loyal? They fear death not at all?"

Liang Yuan struggled to comprehend it.

Then his silhouette blurred, soaring into the skies in a flash.

Thankfully, the Angel Corps members couldn’t fly; they watched helplessly as Liang Yuan vanished swiftly overhead.

Wu Yaobang lingered in the woods, coldly observing Liang Yuan’s departure, wordless.

He glanced toward Eden, where several Genetic Species Level mutant beasts rampaged amid the fires.

Wu Yaobang’s face darkened as he growled deeply, "We head back first—slaughter these mutant beasts!"

"Yes!"

The surviving Angel Corps members trailed Wu Yaobang, storming back to Eden.

Amid fresh suicide blasts, explosions echoed repeatedly.

The mighty Genetic Species mutant beasts got blasted down by the Angel Corps’ self-explosions, butchered instantly!

...

From a lofty cliff on Little Straw Mountain, Liang Yuan observed the chaos, his face grave.

At his side, Ding Yan, Ni Qi, and Zhou Qingming stared in disbelief.

Ding Yan blurted out, "Have these people truly been brainwashed? They show zero fear of dying?"

Zhou Qingming added, "No, it’s not fearlessness—it’s that they don’t value their own lives as such."

"Notice how some didn’t need to blow up but did anyway, just to inflict minor harm on those mutant beasts!"

Ni Qi exclaimed right away, "Madmen—a bunch of madmen! What has this so-called Divine Son Wu Yaobang done to them?"

"Why this level of fanaticism?"

Liang Yuan also knitted his brows; this very question baffled him most.

Next to him, Ji Xiaoyu stayed composed and remarked calmly, "Because God favors them, granting infinite revivals."

"Just like the Wu Yaobang you witnessed—even after dying ten thousand times, he revives endlessly, practically immortal."

Ji Xiaoyu gazed at Liang Yuan and declared, "You’re incredibly strong, capable of slaying Wu Yaobang in direct combat, yet Wu Yaobang simply cannot be killed."

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "No, that doesn’t add up."

"In this world, someone might truly possess recovery powers so potent they rival immortality itself."

"During my battle with Wu Yaobang, I sensed him genuinely perish at one point."

"I detected no trace of his spiritual consciousness; that body was nothing but a lifeless corpse!"

Ji Xiaoyu furrowed her brows. "You doubt his ability to revive?"

Liang Yuan shook his head again. "I refuse to believe it—at least not until I witness his revival firsthand."

Ji Xiaoyu looked baffled. "Witness it yourself?"

Liang Yuan turned to Ding Yan. "I’ve cleared the blocked energy in your chest for you."

He produced a bottle of superpower potion and added, "This recovery potion was freshly created by Dr. Yang. Drink it, and you’ll recover fully."

"This one’s for you, Zhou Qingming."

He passed another bottle to Zhou Qingming, then instructed, "All of you, stay here and wait for me."

"Where to?" Ding Yan asked in haste.

Liang Yuan fixed his icy stare on the Eden shelter and proclaimed, "I’m going to seize that fellow and examine his secrets thoroughly!"

Ding Yan urged quickly, "Exercise extreme caution."

Liang Yuan gave a nod, his form blurring as he soared toward the distant Eden.

Within Eden, raging flames roared while explosions rang out nonstop.

Liang Yuan’s return aimed not only at seizing Wu Yaobang to probe his bizarre immortality closely.

Even more crucially, Zhou Qingming had revealed that Wu Yaobang captured Li Qinghua too.

Liang Yuan needed to compel Wu Yaobang to disclose Li Qinghua’s location.

Whoosh!

Liang Yuan halted his figure amid a shadowy forest, observing dozens of black-robed, masked Angel Corps members charging at a colossal, scale-armored beast.

This genetic mutant had emerged from the depths of the water, towering ten meters high with scale plating, razor claws and fangs, plus a deadly fish-fin spine.

The creature boasted four robust limbs, thick as a massive crocodile’s rear legs.

Right now, it rampaged wildly, shredding everything nearby, its tail lashing out to demolish structures viciously.

Bathed in fiery light, it wreaked havoc relentlessly.

"Boom!"

An Eden Angel Corps member rushed the beast and detonated himself abruptly.

The blast’s force was tremendous—a deafening explosion flipped the monster over instantly.

At once, several other Angel Corps fighters closed in, gripping lethal blades, and savagely pierced the fish beast’s underbelly.

Splurt!

Flesh tore audibly, the monster’s abdomen splitting wide to spill viscous fluids.

It unleashed a bizarre screech, thrashing in agony.

Liang Yuan observed the entire scene, yet his focus stayed fixed on the Angel Corps members, not the fish monster.

"These folks treat life as worthless, charging death without a shred of fear."

Liang Yuan creased his brow, baffled by the display.

Every being instinctively dreads death.

That’s the core survival drive of all life!

Yet Liang Yuan sensed zero terror from these Angel Corps warriors!

Utterly bizarre.

"Could Wu Yaobang’s immortal form extend to these subordinates as well?"

Liang Yuan mused, his eyes shifting until they locked on Wu Yaobang, who directed the fray from afar.

A glint flashed in Liang Yuan’s eyes; yellowish-brown glow enveloped him as he plunged swiftly into the earth.

From a distance, Wu Yaobang bellowed savagely, "Slaughter it! End this beast now!"

While Wu Yaobang oversaw the chaos, his feet suddenly clenched tight.

In the blink of an eye, before he could respond, his whole body got dragged beneath the surface!

"Who’s there!"

Wu Yaobang bellowed in rage, hammering the ground with furious punches.

Boom, boom!

The soil rippled like liquid, swallowing his fists whole.

His form dragged helplessly into the depths.

Nearby black-robed, masked Angel Corps members spotted this and surged forward, clutching Wu Yaobang’s arms to yank him free.

But how could their power match Liang Yuan’s?

Underground, Liang Yuan yanked hard with both arms, hauling Wu Yaobang down a massive distance at once.

Shock and fury overwhelmed Wu Yaobang as he roared, "Kill him! Kill him now—don’t mind me!"

At his order, the Angel Corps members howled in rage.

They hurled themselves onto the ground, plunging fearlessly into the soil without hesitation.

The instant after, they detonated themselves en masse!

Boom!

A deafening uproar burst from underground, unleashing fierce blasts.

Wu Yaobang took the full force, instantly torn apart!

Liang Yuan sensed the resistance in his grip vanish, clutching a severed leg as he swiftly escaped the blast's heart.

Nevertheless, multiple defensive layers around Liang Yuan shattered.

Luckily, though the foe's self-explosion packed a punch, it failed to pierce all his protective measures entirely.

Moments afterward, several kilometers off in the forest, Liang Yuan burst from the earth, appearing ragged.

He clutched a severed leg in his hand.

This severed leg belonged to Wu Yaobang, of course!

Liang Yuan gazed at the leg, his eyebrows knitting together.

"Blown to bits like that, and he still won't die?"

"What sort of regeneration power lets him come back from such destruction?"

Liang Yuan casually flung the leg fragment to the ground, staying put to observe it closely.

In theory, should the enemy boast strong self-healing prowess,

this leg piece ought to swiftly grow fresh tissue, ultimately reforming into Wu Yaobang’s full form.

Indeed, amid the blast, Wu Yaobang’s leg stood as the biggest, best-preserved chunk.

Any revival of Wu Yaobang would logically begin regrowth from this very leg, right?

"I’m dying to witness if you can regenerate without end!"

Liang Yuan fixed his gaze on the severed leg, scrutinizing the cut surface closely.

One minute, two minutes...

After ten minutes, the leg’s blood had congealed, even darkening a bit.

Yet the expected regrowth of flesh and sprouting of a new body never happened!

Liang Yuan narrowed his eyes instinctively; after pondering briefly, he donned his spiritual ability glasses and examined the leg.

The severed leg showed zero spiritual energy activity!

"No recovery traces at all—completely dead!"