Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse

What Lu Chen didn't know was that his light-based abilities had undergone a qualitative transformation through continuous evolution and his own insights.

The transparent circle he had formed was, in essence, akin to an Absolute Domain.

Any attacks from outsiders entering this domain would be significantly weakened.

Although Elvis had also activated his Absolute Domain, it only served to weaken Lu Chen's attacks.

Similarly, Lu Chen's light-based domain would also diminish Elvis's offensive power.

In this standoff, the outcome would ultimately depend on their raw strength.

And in terms of raw strength, Lu Chen was undoubtedly superior.

Elvis's expression was fierce, his heart filled with indignation.

In his country, he was unquestionably the strongest!

Yet now, some random person had appeared and was able to defy him.

How could this be?

He soared into the air, launching a relentless barrage of attacks at Lu Chen.

His abilities shifted effortlessly—thunder, fire, ice, light, darkness...

Lu Chen's face remained cold. "If you had given these abilities to someone with higher talent, perhaps I wouldn't stand a chance today. But you... you're not up to the task."

His tone was icy, laced with disdain.

Elvis possessed many abilities, but his talent was lacking.

While he was stronger than the average person in each ability, in Lu Chen's eyes, it was nothing remarkable.

Aside from the Absolute Domain, which was slightly impressive, the rest were pitiful.

When two individuals with the same abilities and equal doses of evolution serum were compared, the one with higher talent would inevitably progress further.

If Elvis had distributed these powerful abilities among his more talented subordinates—such as the black man currently fighting Ling Jing—he might have truly dominated the world.

But he hadn't.

He had selfishly hoarded all the powerful abilities for himself.

Moreover, the strength of his subordinates revealed the truth.

While he had transferred abilities to them, he had strictly controlled their power, ensuring none could surpass him.

Such a selfish and shortsighted person was destined to fail.

"Heh, there are only three of you. Even if you're strong, what does it matter? In the end, you'll die!"

Even with sheer numbers, they couldn't possibly lose.

Elvis sneered, his Chinese broken and awkward.

When he uttered the word "die," his teeth clenched tightly.

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On the ground, one of his men looked anxious, as if he had urgent news to report.

But since Elvis was still floating in the air, fully focused on the battle, the man was left pacing like an ant on a hot pan.

Finally, unable to wait any longer, he shouted up at the sky, reporting everything that had happened in the dungeon.

Upon hearing this, Elvis froze mid-action.

Then, his eyes burned with rage as he glared at Lu Chen and the others.

"You were distracting me?!"

His subordinate had just informed him that everyone in the dungeon had been rescued!

Even the fire-ability man he had sent to capture as leverage had been freed!

"Congratulations, you figured it out," Lu Chen replied coolly.

Elvis: !!!

"Shit!"

He roared in fury.

"Kill them!"

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with a desire to tear Lu Chen and his companions apart.

The attacks grew even more ferocious.

As the saying goes, even ants can bring down an elephant with enough numbers.

Lu Chen's group consisted of only three people, while Elvis had over a thousand.

No matter how powerful Lu Chen, Ling Jing, and Zheng Yuner were, under the relentless assault from all sides, even they couldn't avoid making mistakes.

All three were injured to varying degrees.

Watching Lu Chen and the others gradually falter, Elvis felt a surge of satisfaction.

He would make sure these three suffered a fate worse than death!

But just then, a loud roar echoed from the distant sky.

Elvis and his men instinctively looked up.

Dozens of military fighter jets were speeding toward them.

In the brief moment of confusion, Yun Xiaoxiao and Nie Yizhou suddenly appeared, whisking Lu Chen, Ling Jing, and Zheng Yuner away from the scene.

It happened in the blink of an eye. By the time Elvis and his men regained their senses, the trio had vanished.

Elvis's eyes bulged with rage, veins popping on his neck.

Who were these people?!

Everything had been meticulously planned, one step after another!

If the sound of the fighter jets hadn't distracted him, he wouldn't have been caught off guard.

Even if someone had tried to rescue the trio, he could have activated a barrier to trap them.

But...

The enemy had calculated everything with precision, anticipating his every move and reaction!

Damn it!

This was utterly infuriating!!!

Elvis seethed, his anger threatening to consume the world.

But he didn't have much time to vent his frustration.

The fighter jets were already circling above the base!

Without hesitation, they unleashed a devastating bombardment.

These jets had been heavily modified, and their firepower was unimaginable.

Amidst the deafening explosions, a relentless barrage of shells rained down on the ground.

Smoke and debris filled the air, and screams of agony echoed as bodies were torn apart.

The number of survivors dwindled rapidly.

Elvis watched in horror as the base he had painstakingly built was mercilessly destroyed. His blood boiled with rage.

"Fire!"

He bellowed at his subordinates.

He had stockpiled a considerable arsenal of cannons, originally intended as a contingency against potential zombie hordes.

But now, he had no choice but to deploy them prematurely.

Following his orders, his men dodged the falling shells and rushed to the armory, pushing out cannon after cannon.

But as soon as they were in position, bombs rained down from above.

"Boom!"

The cannons and the men operating them were instantly obliterated.

Elvis was so enraged he nearly passed out.

His expression turned dark and sinister. He knew that if he stayed any longer, even his own survival would be at risk.

For now, the only option was to retreat.

But one day, he would have his revenge!

He glared at the fighter jets relentlessly bombarding the base and ordered all surviving members to evacuate immediately.

Out of the thousand-strong, meticulously trained army of ability users, fewer than three hundred remained unharmed—and even that number was rapidly shrinking.

Elvis's heart bled with every loss.

Under the hail of artillery fire, he led his remaining men in a desperate escape.

But the fighter jets pursued them relentlessly, showing no intention of letting them go.

Elvis's eyes were bloodshot.

He realized that with so many subordinates, their group was too large a target. Continuing like this would only lead to certain death.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes.

He directed his men to flee in one direction, then quickly turned and fled in the opposite direction himself.

Subordinates could be replaced.

But he... he could not die!