<b>Chapter 502 â I came because of the smell</b>
Editor: Zephyr04 Â Â Translator: Jhung
Ling Mo didnât know where she was going to attack from or whenâŚ
Perhaps he might have been frightened by now if his mental state was weak.
âYou crazy hen, just keep using this trickâŚâ
Ling Mo had already retreated to a corner at this moment. Although his ears kept hearing swishing sounds, he was still very calm.
This super high speed wouldnât last long. The moment she attacked, her movements would involuntarily slow down.
No matter what she did, it was impossible for her whole body to move at such speeds.
Furthermore, her superspeed was only in her legs, and not in her hands.
Before the other party made their move, Ling Mo had already figured out this crucial point, and this was absolutely unmistakable.
âDANG!â
Although Ling Mo couldnât use his spiritual tentacles, he still had his insane reaction speed.
When the opponent froze at the moment of attacking, Ling Mo immediately captured her movement trajectory.
When the blades of the two collided, the woman let out a grunt as she suffered a loss.
âIsnât this person a spiritual psychic? Why is he so fucking powerful?! Was he in the special forces or something last time? But if that were true, his sneak attack just now should have hit.â
Although Hei Mao was a strengthening psychic, her power was in speed.
She basically told everyone the characteristics of her ability with its name [1].Â
Her speed was inhuman, but she wasnât strong. Although she was stronger than average survivors, there was still a gap compared to Ling Mo.
And what made her depressed most was that Ling Mo actually seized the opportunity when she froze to rush over quickly and scratch her arm.
The wound wasnât deep, but it pissed her off!
It felt like he was slapping her in the face! He really knew how to seize opportunities! Was this person nervous at all?!
But when she turned back to attack Ling Mo, this guy had already stuck himself against the wall again, waiting for her to attack.
Regardless of her countless feints or psychological tactics, Ling Mo completely ignored them.
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He was concentrating, waiting for her killing blow.
âWhatâs going on?! Isnât this person supposed to be a spiritual psychic?!â
Hei Mao wouldnât have thought that although Ling Mo was human, his body had mutated in a way almost as close to an ordinary zombieâs.
Moreover, the virus in his body was also much more âadvanced.â
Ling Mo could even smell the faint blood in the air!
The two chased after each other, and soon they had fallen into a war of attrition.
But while Ling Mo could afford it, Hei Mao couldnât.
Her stamina was constantly declining, unlike Ling Mo, who seemed quite comfortable.
âIf it wasnât because of that sneak attack by himâŚâ
Hei Mao touched the back of her neck again. The tactical knife had slashed through an artery, and it hadnât stopped bleeding since.
Her back was now almost completely stained with blood. However, there wasnât even a scratch on Ling Moâs skin!
âFUCK!â
Hei Mao cursed again in her heart. She gritted her teeth abruptly, and the muscles in her legs began to bulge again.
âOh, someoneâs desperateâŚâ
Ling Mo also felt Hei Maoâs change. Although strengthening psychics can raise the limit of the human body, theyâll hurt themselves if they go too far. It was the same as Ling Mo if he used up all of his spiritual power.
There would be consequences and even permanent damage for going too far.Â
This wasnât something that needed to be taught. It was an instinct.
But she obviously had a severe decline in strength, and under these circumstances, she needed to increase her strengthâŚ
âBut I also have a trump cardâŚâ
After being surprised, Ling Mo calmed down by reaching for the medication in his pocket.
But before the two of them could do anything, a loud noise suddenly came from Ling Moâs side.
An enormous amount of spiritual energy exploded, knocking both Ling Mo and Hei Mao rolling to the ground.
A black hole had suddenly appeared on the wall out of thin air, and a blood-red light flashed inside the gap.
Then a girl carrying a scythe came out of the gap with an eerie smile on her face.
Truthfully, even without this smile, her way of appearing here was already eerie enough.
As soon as Shana appeared, she couldnât help licking her lips, âI came here as soon as I smelled blood.â
ââŚâ
Ling Mo stared at her with widened eyes. His first sentence was, âWhereâs Nana?â
âDonât worry. I wonât be absorbed here. But Iâm very upset. I almost suffered a loss because of this.â
Shana grinned, and Nanaâs shadow flashed across her body for a moment.
It was fine as long as they didnât separateâŚ
ButâŚ
Ling Mo turned his head and looked at the gap. Although the hole was already starting to close, it was obviously Nanaâs handiwork.
After absorbing all that spiritual energy just now, who knows what will happen at the other end of the gap.
âHumph, no matter how much he absorbed, Iâll make him spit it all out.â
Shana clenched the handle of her weapon and smiled.
Hei Maoâs eyes widened after seeing another enemy suddenly appearing.
âYou guysâŚâ
According to the information, Ling Mo was the only spiritual psychic in the group, and it was impossible to use sensing abilities inside this âdomain.â
But there was actually someone that could directly rip apart the spiritual worldâŚ
Not only that, she came here using her sense of smell?!
Before she could think about it, Shana walked over slowly, âHi, youâre mine now.â
âWho the fuck is yours!?â
Hei Mao suddenly felt a huge pressure as Shana approached.
She got up quickly and then disappeared into the passage in an instant.
She didnât really disappear. It was just that her speed was so fast that the naked eye couldnât catch it.
Shana stood in the middle of the passage with her long hair fluttering slightly beside her cheek, her expression looking very indifferent.
The faint smile on her mouth was full of longing for battle and blood.
Right now, Shana was very similar to her previous self, back when Ling Mo had just met herâŚ
âFine, Iâll kill her first then! Just watch me!â
Hei Maoâs voice seemed to ring from all directions, and it was enough to bring a lot of mental pressure to people.
However, Shana and Ling Moâs expressions didnât change at all.
Shana didnât even wait for Hei Mao to make a move. She suddenly raised her scythe after sniffing the air and dashed forward, drawing a beautiful half-moon with her blade.
PUCHI!
A large puff of blood immediately exploded from the void, and then a figure fell out.
Shana turned around with a pair of slightly red eyes and looked at Hei Mao through the rain of blood, âYou want to kill my Brother Ling with just your abilities? Youâre just fast. Let me play with you instead.â
With that, Shana rushed over with her weapon and chuckled.
Hei Maoâs pupils suddenly shrank as she quickly fled.
One of them was as fast as the wind, but the other seemed relaxed and casual. The ground became covered with blood between the chasing and escaping.
âYouâre obviously trying to steal my target, yet you came up with such an excuse!â
Ling Moâs eyes widened as he watched Shana chase after Hei MaoâŚ
Hei Mao was really unlucky meeting ShanaâŚ
Shana was a true zombie leader, and she was much more sensitive to the smell of blood than Ling Mo.
She didnât need to look at all, and she could tell where Hei Mao was just by smelling.
No matter how fast she was or how much more she increased her speed, she couldnât never escape Shanaâs scythe.
If Shanaâs weapon was shorter, she might have suffered a slight loss, but the long scythe in her hands was a perfect counter for Hei Mao.
Shanaâs attacks forced her opponent to run out of energy. It didnât take long before she picked up a person covered in blood and returned to Ling Mo.
Seeing the woman gnash her teeth as she stared at him, Ling Mo squatted down and asked, âWho are you? Are you from the F group?â
âGo to hell!â Hei Mao stared at him and spat out blood.
âDo I have any grudges with you?â Ling Mo frowned and said.
The other party definitely came here for benefits, but to continue for the sake of benefitsâŚ
Ling Mo didnât know if she was doing this because she was dedicated or just sorrowful.
âThereâs no point in me telling you anythingâŚâ
As soon as Hei Maoâs hand quietly gripped something, Ling Mo grabbed her arm.
âWhat is this?â
Ling Mo snatched the small bottle back and shook it before his eyes.
And the look in Hei Maoâs eyes instantly turned dark.