Apocalypse: God-level Zombie Synthesis System

Ye Li’s sudden appearance startled the dozen or so White Lotus Sect’s genetic warriors, causing them to take several steps back.

After steadying their minds, they stared at Ye Li with intense vigilance.

“Brat, you are courting death, daring to block our way!” The leader of the group coldly shouted at Ye Li.

Ye Li smiled faintly and looked at his own finger.

“So, you guys have never heard of the story of the mantis hunting the cicada, while the oriole is behind?”

The dozen or so White Lotus Sect’s genetic warriors were taken aback by his words, thinking that this guy was doing this on purpose.

“Hahaha!”

The leader suddenly burst into laughter.

“Brat, you mess with the wrong person! Do you know who we are?” The leader looked at Ye Li with disdain.

Ye Li used his index finger to prop up his chin and pondered for a moment before speaking.

“Aren’t you guys the genetic warriors of the White Lotus Sect?”

Hearing these words, the dozen or so White Lotus Sect’s genetic warriors instantly became serious.

Since he knew they were from the White Lotus Sect and remained so calm, it meant he came prepared.

“Brat, since you are seeking death, don’t blame us. Attack!” The leader coldly ordered.

With the leader’s command, the dozen or so White Lotus Sect’s genetic warriors charged towards Ye Li.

Ye Li shook his head slowly. Why were there always so many ants that overestimated their own capabilities?

Was it really so difficult to stay alive in this world?

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”

Several swooshing sounds suddenly rang out, and the dozen or so genetic warriors charging at Ye Li had all fallen to the ground, without any signs of life.

They had died without even realizing how it happened.

Come on, Ye Li’s One Yang Finger could instantly kill these advanced awakened individuals!

Ye Li’s finger gleamed with golden light, and he gave this skill a name. After much thought, he still felt that “One Yang Finger” sounded good.

“How… how is this possible?”

The leader and the man who carried the Purgatory Fruits were both petrified, as if they had witnessed something impossible to see.

Ye Li’s face remained calm as he looked at the two men.

He felt two were too many.

Then, the One Yang Finger was unleashed again, and a terrifying golden light shot towards the leader’s forehead.

Before the leader could even let out a scream, he had already left this world forever.

Ye Li came here this time to exterminate the White Lotus Sect in the first place, so he didn’t feel a shred of guilt.

In this apocalyptic world, it was necessary to see through human nature. Perhaps one day, the person closest to you would stab you in the back.

“Spare me! Sparc me!”

The man holding the bag of Purgatory Fruits knelt in front of Ye Li with a thump, repeatedly begging for mercy.

Ye Li observed the man. He looked around thirty years old and had a face that was hard to describe.

With pockmarks on his face and a pointed chin, he looked like a monkey. But that didn’t matter; what mattered was that he had eyes like a pig’s—bloodshot and with dark circles.

He was really as ugly as can be, almost resembling a ghost!

Ye Li secretly chuckled, as he had never seen someone so ugly before. It was quite interesting.

The man was so scared that he kowtowed to Ye Li incessantly, clearly desperate to survive.

“What’s your name?” Ye Li asked indifferently.

The man didn’t dare to hide anything and quickly replied, “My name is Chen Qi..”