Advancement is like building with blocks; it can’t be completed in an instant.

Along the way, Chen Feng has experienced countless adventures, finally elevating his level to the Golden Tier, truly entering the ranks of the strong. Coupled with his summoning ability, his strength is unmatched by most other professionals. After all, although other professionals are strong, their attacks are inevitably limited and uncoordinated. But for Chen Feng, there are no such limitations.

The reason for his confidence lies precisely in his ability to summon Demons!

The species in this world number in the millions. Even in the last century, with advanced science and miraculous research capabilities, it was still impossible to claim to have discovered all species. Now, with the advent of the apocalypse, genetic mutations have created countless new species, numbering in the millions.

One can imagine, as Chen Feng continues to ascend, the number of Summoned Beasts around him will also increase. For a truly powerful Summoner, the Summoned Beasts in their team will each fulfill their roles, and in a certain sense, they are no weaker than a Battle Group, perhaps even surpassing it.

In an apocalyptic world driven by self-interest, there is no absolute evil or absolute good. Everything is centered around oneself, and nobody will blindly follow another’s orders, leading to factors like vigilance and selfishness in teams, affecting combat effectiveness.

But Chen Feng’s Summoned Beasts are different. From the moment a contract is signed, no matter how fierce and violent those powerful Summoned Beasts are, they appear obedient in front of Chen Feng, everything centers around him, truly achieving unified strength, an unstoppable force!

Time waits for no one.

In this apocalypse, any delay could lead to unforeseen disaster.

The clearing work cannot be delayed!

This island has already been listed for transformation. Compared to the inland monsters, some will be kept for food, but here the environment is unique, and most monsters have already mutated, so Chen Feng has issued a kill-on-sight order.

The dense forest here is the breeding ground for the insects, and further north lies a desolate and bleak area, a large civilization ruin. This island once had its own civilization long ago, but times have changed, and now those civilizations no longer exist, replaced by countless monsters.

Skeleton Crawlers.

Unlike those enemies already perished under the Warrior’s guns, these creatures retaliated with terrifying attack power. During a period of encirclement, two Warriors met their demise, and ten more sustained varying degrees of injuries.

These creatures possess the agility of a leopard and the biting force of a great white shark. Skeleton Crawlers are the most vigorous creatures on the island. Their vertebrae are externally grown, covered with fibrous spines as sharp as wire. They are in a perpetual state of brutal ferocity, attacking and devouring each other, and even resorting to self-cannibalization when sustenance is scarce, leading us to believe that the Skeleton Crawler’s predatory taste is akin to cannibalism. Their atypical milky-white blood, rich in calcium deposits, and ruthless nature toward any creature they encounter make it difficult for one to fathom anything other than hatred coursing through their veins.

As a terrifying creature.

They might not have any Elemental Abilities, but their sheer physical strength ranks them as the most terrifying creatures here after the Golden Behemoth.

If not for Chen Feng’s arrival, it wouldn’t be long before they became the most fearsome Guardians of the island, killing anyone who dared to approach.

But now, unlike before, they’re scattering frantically across the island like dogs that have lost their home.

This hasn’t caused Chen Feng much worry.

As long as the creatures aren’t on the same level as the Behemoth, ordinary Warriors alone are capable of overwhelming these creatures.

The so-called Skeleton Crawlers are merely mutated lizards due to some special reasons.

Compared to those traceable monsters, the human psyche is the most twisted.

In times of peace, humans tightly conceal their psyche, trying their best to play their roles appropriately, but when the apocalypse erupts, under endless despair and terrifying power, their dark sides begin to resurface.

The oppression of the strong over the weak never shows mercy.

In those filthy times, Chen Feng has witnessed more than once the sordid faces of those so-called superiors.

On the surface, they might be rulers of a camp or leaders of a sect, preaching equality for all, striving to unite everyone’s strength against the insects or zombies. But for the survivors under their command, be them professionals or ordinary people, they all face various treatments.

But what is the reality?

Ninety-five percent of a camp’s wealth is held by a handful of professionals, while the rest of the survivors live in dire conditions.

Some mothers, to make ends meet, are even willing to serve a professional with their young daughters, and what they get in return is nothing but a few pieces of hard bread.

Starving people would fight over a rotten Horror Rat, and some, in extreme hunger, would cut off their own flesh, roast it, and swallow it down.

This world is dark, obscure, even devoid of any light.

The truly pitiable ones are still the defenseless survivors, living like ants on this danger-laden land, aimless, without a tomorrow, unable to control even their freedom and lives, that’s the true tragedy.

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Encirclement battle.

These terrifying creatures have been forced into a canyon, surrounded by walls, with no possibility of escape but to fight to the death.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance.

Skeleton Crawlers are making their final stand.

Their last territory has been breached, their faces twisted with ferocious rage. Glaring at the humans not far away, their aura continues to rise, their entire bodies seeming to grow several inches taller, suddenly exuding an imposing aura that could devour mountains and rivers. With even the slightest movement, their bones crackle like thunder.

Enraged!

They vow to let the humans taste the flavor of death.

To fight to the death.

The volatile genes of the Skeleton Crawlers, as if unsealed, burst forth suddenly. Their muscles tense like coiled dragons, resembling a steel behemoth, with every breath shaking the surrounding air, creating a gust of wind.

One sees their height suddenly surge, abruptly reaching three meters tall. Their entire bodies are jet black, exuding an eerie, formidable aura. Especially with four bulging eyes, standing next to them one can hear the powerful "thump thump" of their heartbeats, just like a primordial beast walking out from Hell, with combat prowess and vitality enough to scare ordinary people to tears!

"Woo woo..."

The explosion of power makes Skeleton Crawlers extremely excited. With heavy steps, they stride forth, leaving a pit with each step, reaching the battlefield center in no time.

Their murky white pupils glint with a spectral, demonic light—bloodthirsty, savage, hungry; several Skeleton Crawlers even clutch the severed limbs of certain creatures in their mouths, drooling heavily, gnashing teeth, limbs poised, apparently ready to feast on this delicious meal.

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