Billions of Corpses Flood the Ancient City

Blood soaked into the broken night sky. Rumble—— The rubble from the collapsed high-rise buildings rolled down, and the smelly roar of corpses was overwhelming, filling this wasteland world that had been occupied for ten years. Yang Fan's chest was penetrated by cold bone claws, the hot blood flowed out, the bones were shattered inch by inch, and the severe pain paralyzed all his nerves. He raised his head, his vision blurred, and he stared at the two people in front of him. One was the deputy commander of the base whom he had risked his life to protect for five years, and the other was a comrade he trusted with all his heart and risked his life to save him several times. "Yang Fan, don't blame us." The man's voice was cold, without any trace of guilt. "Only you can bear the evolutionary crystal core of the ninth-level corpse king. If you sacrifice one of you, the entire base can survive." The woman next to her lowered her eyes and said in a cold and biting tone: "In the last ten years, kindness is worthless, and living is everything. You are too soft-hearted, and you don't deserve to live to the end." Ten years of bloody fighting. Ten years of hard work. He has saved countless white-eyed wolves, forgiven countless betrayals, and kept countless people from living in poverty. But in the end, he became a sacrifice for everyone's survival. In order to please the ninth-level humanoid corpse king who stood in the center of the corpse group and overlooked all living beings, he was pushed into a desperate situation by the two people he trusted the most. The corpse king's cold vertical pupils locked onto him, and the corrosive corpse energy poured into his limbs and bones. The overwhelming hatred burned his dying consciousness. It turns out that all kindness, tolerance, and consideration of the overall situation are all jokes. If there is an afterlife... He will never be soft-hearted! Not kind! Anyone who bullies him, betrays him, or betrays him! Kill! None! Amnesty!