Doomsday Extinction

After the torrential rain, the hall fell silent again.

The corpses are all over the place, the mud-like viscera and minced meat, and the heads can be seen everywhere. The thick, dark red blood is constantly pooling and flowing to the lower places. As time goes by, it will soon be in the low-lying subway tracks. Converging into a dark red stream made entirely of blood.

The strong, pungent smell of blood filled every corner.

Some greasy, disgusting viscera, intestines, hanging on the torches, on the wall protrusions, dripping with blood.

The blood dripped on the ground, making a "pop..." water drop sound, as if it was complaining to the world about the atrocities that had just happened here.

However, this repression, the almost suffocating silence, did not last long.

When everything calms down...

In every dark corner of the hall, there were suddenly some rustling sounds.

It didn't take long before you could see one after another hunched figure, struggling to climb out from the darkness, from his hiding place...

These black figures are the survivors who stayed behind.

Then……

A creepy chewing sound could be heard intermittently in the hall...

…………

Xia Jian crossed his legs, alone, sitting quietly beside the bonfire...

Xiaozhu was lying not very far away.

Xiaohua and Xiaoqiang, who had already woken up, were taking care of her. As for Dazhi, he was still very weak due to his serious injury, and naturally he could only lie on the side to rest.

Oishi's body has been placed.

Buried in a corner that no one can find...

A faint ray of sadness flowed in the bottom of everyone's heart.

Xia Jian was also a little sad...

Especially when he saw Xiaozhu's dead eyes...

But he doesn't like this feeling very much, very much! I don't like it very much! !

So he needs to be quiet...

It's not escaping!

Just being sad doesn't solve the problem.

Now the only thing he can do! It is to seize the time, keep improving one's strength, and try to avoid this kind of thing from happening again.

……

The mind calmed down again.

Xia Jian once again focused his attention on his character attribute panel.

Since his breakthrough, he hasn't had time yet, calm down and sort out his gains this time...

Name: Xia Jian

Occupation: Warrior (1st Profession) / Taoist (2nd Profession) / Mage (3rd Profession)

Rank: 20/12/10

Strength: 52

Agility: 42

Mental Power: 32

Stamina: 42

……

One night of slaughter not only made Xia Jian's third profession (Mage) soar to level 10, but with the extra experience, even his second profession (Taoist priest) was raised by more than two levels.

Not only that……

The four attributes also skyrocketed again.

In terms of strength, it also broke through the power of fifty people in one fell swoop.

Seeing these skyrocketing attributes, Xia Jian understood that in the next period of time, he would have to spend a lot of time and effort to adapt to his skyrocketing strength.

And what made him even more headache was...

"Girl, what weapon should I use from now on!!!"

Now, the strength that his unarmed hands burst out, even if there are not ten tons, there are seven or eight tons.

What is this idea?

The average car is only one to two tons, and the better one is about three tons. Even if it is an ordinary big truck, the body weight is only about three to four tons...

The portion is enough! !

But you can't let him always carry a truck as a weapon in the future, right?

But if this is not the case, then what kind of weapon is so important now? You know, changing a hundred or ten jins of things now and holding them in his hand is no different from holding a toothpick before.

Not to mention being a weapon...

With those things in hand, Xia Jian might as well do it with his bare hands! !

……

It stands to reason that Xia Jian should have been happy when his strength skyrocketed and his rank soared.

But after the trouble with the weapon, and the matter of Xiaozhu and Dashi, Xia Jian finally eased his mood a little, and suddenly became depressed again.

"Hold……"

Depressed, Xia Jian picked up a piece of wood from the ground and threw it heavily into the burning bonfire.

The sparks spread out immediately...

"correct!!"

Seeing the burning flame, Xia Jian's eyes suddenly lit up.

That's right! ! Now that the mage profession has reached level 10, he should be able to learn the mage "fireball technique".

You must know that from the moment Xia Jian got the warrior inheritance, he was extremely depressed, why the first inheritance he obtained was not a mage.

Now he is finally a mage.

Thinking of this, Xia Jian quickly called up the skill panel.

"Fireball" has indeed shown a learnable dim state.

"Fireball": Condensing the fire element in the air to attack distant enemies...

The introduction of skills is as simple as ever.

Without further ado, Xia Jian decisively learned the skills.

Some methods of applying the skill "Fireball" suddenly appeared in his mind.

"hey-hey……"

Xia Jian's mood began to be uncontrollably excited.

Then, in this state, he spread out his hands and started his first «Fireball Technique».

……

After a minute...

There was no movement between Xia Jian's palms...

ten minutes later……

Xia Jian seemed to see a faint flame in his palm.

But when he took a closer look~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he found tragically that it was because he stared at the palm of his hand for too long, his eyes dazzled...

After half an hour...

"I'm fucking..."

Xia Jian cursed and rubbed his numb arm. He finally resigned and found out that this "Fireball Technique" is not so easy to learn.

……

Unexpectedly, at this moment, a very strange thing happened...

"Ding dong..."

In his mind, a system prompt sounded for no reason.

"what happened?"

Xia Jian suddenly became suspicious.

You must know that he has long been accustomed to the mental retardation of the system. Before the freshness of the past, when he encountered something he didn't know, he would ask the system from time to time, but now! !

Xia Jian almost forgot the existence of the system...

But now, the system has somehow come out on its own.

fine……

Xia Jian didn't wait too long when a system message popped up.

"Hint: When casting "Fireball", please concentrate on the host..."

"Hint: In the future, please check the system prompt message carefully..."

Seeing these two pieces of news, Xia Jian became a little restless...

He understood the meaning of the first message...

But what does the second clause mean?

Moreover, from the literal meaning of these two messages and the timing of their appearance, why does he always feel that he is despised by the system~www.wuxiaspot.com~Welcome to reading, the latest, fastest, most The serial works of fire are all available at ~www.wuxiaspot.com~