The neck of the Mountain Ogre snapped. Even with a strong regenerative ability, he could not stop the advance of death. Without even a struggle, he fell to the ground, lifeless.
"What a pity, the Mountain Ogre was many times more formidable than Wei Xun. If he could have been recruited under my command, it would have been like adding wings to a tiger. Unfortunately... you crossed the line. I can't keep you!"
Chen Feng looked at the Mountain Ogre, whose eyes wouldn't close in death, a look of regret flashing across his face, quickly replaced by indifference.
This is the apocalypse.
A world where the weak are prey to the strong, and the fittest survive.
To survive, there is nothing wrong with being selfish, nothing wrong with framing others. To become stronger, it is common to abandon emotions.
But...
The Mountain Ogre ate people!
No food?
