Apocalyptic world.
Qian Er stood beneath the statue of the Holy Kingdom, feeling the endless power emanating from the world.
Several of his summoned beasts stood beside him.
Thanks to the efforts of the preachers Qian Er had chosen, statues of Qian Er and his summoned beasts were now a common sight throughout the continent.
Human society was in a state of disrepair, but with the help of those plants, they could at least be self-sufficient.
In addition, there were those who had been branded as criminals, some for not respecting Qian Er enough, and others for committing heinous crimes like arson, murder, and looting.
Qian Er had given the preachers their power, so it was easy for him to monitor their actions.
Because the population was now small, it was difficult to carry out large-scale construction activities, so anyone who violated the standards Qian Er had set was tied up.
Minor offenses were punished by parading through the streets, while serious offenses were punished by immediate beheading.
Actually, if the human race wasn't so small, Qian Er wouldn't have given such lenient punishments as parading through the streets.
There were already so few people, if he killed too many, there would be no one left.
The endless incense offerings from this continent made everyone feel as if they were soaking in a hot spring, their entire bodies enveloped in a soft golden light.
"It's time for us to go to the next continent."
Qian Er looked at the burning incense sticks in front of his statue, and many people who saw Qian Er in person knelt down in excitement.
"Same as before, we'll split up."
With that, Qian Er rode on the Frost耀 Bone Dragon, with the Blood燃 Asura following closely behind.
After all the summoned beasts had caught up, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon flapped its wings and flew away, the scenery below becoming smaller and smaller, until everyone looked like little ants.
"That way, let's go to that continent."
Qian Er pointed, and the Frost耀 Bone Dragon nodded, swooping down from the sky.
After being baptized by incense, merit, and faith, even if Qian Er didn't say anything, his partners knew what to do.
After all, the benefits brought by the former were too considerable.
Qian Er's strength was now sufficient to support him leading a team alone, and the group landed in a relatively central city of a country, then each went in different directions.
Qian Er planned to stay in the apocalyptic world for a while longer, as there was nothing going on in the Summoned Beast World anyway.
New City and Tablet Market could operate as usual even without him.
As for the demigod Ice Fang Dragon, it probably wouldn't recover in the short term.
Qian Er walked through the wasteland, unlike his summoned beasts who had a variety of ways to attract monsters, so he could only use the most primitive method to attract monsters.
Fortunately, making noise wasn't too difficult for Qian Er now.
Qian Er walked against the whistling wind to an abandoned high-rise building, now half-collapsed, the upper part bare.
Like a person cut in half.
Qian Er threw a punch.
"Bang!"
A large hole instantly appeared in the wall.
A cloud of dust rose around, and Qian Er keenly sensed several zombies running towards him like crazy.
He gripped his fist blades and stood in place, soon welcoming the first wave of attacks.
A zombie jumped high, looking like it had been hungry for a long time, its eyes shining as it looked at Qian Er, its sharp claws slashing towards Qian Er's neck.
Immediately afterwards, several other zombies arrived one after another, surrounding Qian Er in the center, launching attacks from all angles.
Qian Er aimed accurately and punched the first zombie that reached him, his fist against its claws, the sharp fist blade instantly piercing through the zombie's palm.
Then, without the slightest pause, the hand holding the fist blade drew a large arc in the air, forcibly rotating half a circle around his body.
The zombie touched by the large arc paused for a second before its skin suddenly burst open, blood flowing down from the opening.
The zombie standing behind Qian Er was fortunate enough not to be affected, and now touched Qian Er, but with a burst of golden light, their sharp claws seemed to hit a copper wall.
Not giving up, they tried to bite, but the hard barrier instantly broke their teeth.
Qian Er, who was bitten, didn't feel even a slight itch, he turned around and looked at the zombie whose teeth had fallen out and whose mouth was still on his shoulder.
He pressed one hand on its head, and then the sharp fist blade was infused with great force, whether from a blunt or sharp weapon, it was full of killing intent, and he punched the zombie's head to pieces.
Qian Er wiped the blood off his face, he had cleaned up these zombies, and continued to strike the building.
Because the surrounding zombies had been cleared, there was no obstacle in demolishing the wall this time.
Soon, the dilapidated building couldn't bear the weight and collapsed.
"Rumble..."
Qian Er stood below, countless stones falling down, all separated by golden light just before touching him.
The movement of this building quickly attracted many zombies from the entire city, they walked or ran towards Qian Er's direction.
There were also many humans, either standing on the windows of high-rise buildings, or lifting the manhole covers from the sewers, revealing pairs of small eyes, looking at the direction of the building in fear, fearing that some boss more terrifying than zombies had appeared.
The huge dust gradually dissipated with the wind of the wasteland, and Qian Er saw that his surroundings were already surrounded by endless zombies, surrounding him in the center.
He smiled, his eyes revealing an excited expression.
Then, he ran towards a direction of the zombie horde.
As he ran, the fist blade in his hand swung out, hitting his first target.
The fist blade passed through the zombie's abdomen, Qian Er didn't stop, and even the zombie behind it was instantly pierced.
It was a pity that the length of the fist blade was limited, otherwise Qian Er could have made zombie skewers.
He stopped his run, the surrounding zombies pounced on Qian Er, even the sunlight was completely blocked.
At the same time, many zombies jumped onto Qian Er's head from a distance, hugged his head and started biting.
Qian Er's figure was almost a blur, in addition to the fist blade, the other hand was also constantly waving out, and the surrounding zombies were constantly flying out.
The screams of the surrounding zombies changed from intimidation at the beginning to screams of agony later.
Qian Er didn't know how many times he had swung his fist blade, and every time he swung it, a zombie would fall down, and in the end, the clothes on his body were soaked in blood, and the bloody smell filled his senses.
Blood flowed from his eyelids into his eyes, turning the world in front of Qian Er red.
There was also blood flowing into his mouth, bringing a sweet taste, making him even more excited.
