As the pillar of energy light that reached the sky shone on the wasteland, a white steam mushroom cloud with a temperature of nearly a thousand suddenly enveloped the sky within a radius of five hundred meters. Every corner of the steam cloud pulsed with a torrent of energy that swelled and rioted, and they spread out at once, like an electric film that filtered life, killing all the birds that obscured the sky. At this moment, the corpses of thousands of bird plague species were dragged down into the air by gravity, breaking through the bottom of the steam cloud like a torrential rain, and falling to the ground with a crackle.

The thick cloud of steam gradually disintegrated, and the extremely high heat contained in it quickly dissipated into the air. At the same time, the sea of clouds opened by the golden pillar of energy was slowly retreating, and countless clouds and water gathered by the abilities of the cloud carvings returned to their original places. In the middle of the night, the sea of clouds receded, the steam clouds disappeared, the sky and the world became empty again, and only a few wisps of white gas were left in the air.

That trace of white gas, like an ethereal white mist and its mountain peaks, surrounded the skeleton of a giant of more than 40 meters. At the bottom of the skeleton is the giant's pelvis, and below there is no leg bone, but a thick spine and rows of ribs, and finally a skull.

A pair of hands with incomplete bones stretched forward, and the giant's hand at the end clutched the two claws of the Cong Cloud Eagle, one of which was broken, and the upper part was bitten off by the Cong Cloud Eagle himself. The cloud carving does not have a pillar of energy and a steam nucleus. Under the impact of the bullet, it turned into bones, and the feathers on its whole body were destroyed by six or seven percent, and the mighty wings that could have been unfolded to cover the sky and the sun were half bald, and it could no longer control the heavy super-large incarnation body to soar into the sky.

The cloud eagle leaned forward, and the head fell on top of the giant's pale skull. The huge eyes were tightly closed, and the originally strong vitality was now only a gossamer-like aura.

Wu Qi was lying sideways on the barren and hot surface, and there were dozens of blood-red cracks all over his body, which ran across his body, shocking. The previous heat wave of high steam spread to the surface, evaporating the amount of blood hanging on Wu Qi's body than the stream, leaving a dark red blood mark, which looked like he was wearing a bloody coat.

Wu Qi's closed eyelids suddenly fluttered, he opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and looked up, and what caught his eyes was the empty skeleton of the remnants of the giant Krees.

When Wu Qi fell from a high altitude and fell into a coma, Krees was still fighting to the death with Cong Yundiao, and now that he woke up, the huge difference in the scene in front of him was as if he had slept for a day and a night. Krees turned into a pale skeleton, with nothing left on it except for a few unevaporated filaments of flesh left between the gaps in the skeleton.

The giant Krees turned all the muscles and internal organs of his body into fuel, and used all the energy as a boost to complete an earth-shattering self-explosion. As a result of its sacrifice, thousands of bird plague species have been transformed into an endless hell of bird corpses, and the lord of the sky, Cong Yun, has fallen to a bare feather, and has fallen to a tragic end on the skeleton of the giant.

There were only a few white threads of steam left on the giant's skeleton that floated into the sky, and the higher they rose, the lighter and lighter shape, these steam threads seemed to be the last traces of Krees's life left in this world, and it was like a part of its soul, floating upwards, farther and farther away from the earth, closer to heaven.

Wu Qi never believed that there would be souls and heavens in this world, as the religious culture prevailed in the era of civilization said. He knew that death was the end of life. When it's dead, there's nothing.

"Krees......" Wu Qi gritted his teeth and pronounced the name that penetrated into his heart word by word. He slowly rose from the ground, the movement of his body muscles shattering pieces of the dark red bloody clothes that had been draped over his body, shaking them off, revealing a body that was stained with dust but half healed from countless wounds.

Wu Qi stood on top of the inch of earth again, his right hand still holding the three-foot-long knife. Even if the whole person was bounced head-on by Cong Yundiao's full force, the knife would still not let go.

Wu Qi's eyes were sharp, and he saw that the Cong Yun Eagle lying on the skeleton of the giant still had the last bit of breath left, its huge body still had traces of activity, and its closed eyelids showed signs of struggling to open.

Cong Yundiao is still alive, this is something that Wu Qi will never allow!

The sea of clouds receded, and the midday sun sprinkled unrestrainedly from directly above the sky, and seven pitch-black scales refracted the blazing white sunlight, and their corresponding genetic power roamed in Wu Qi's body. After Wu Qi woke up, this genetic power seemed to have a commander, and he tried his best to repair Wu Qi's damaged body, and restored it to a state that could exert perfect force as quickly as possible.

Wu Qi took a step, his right leg bent slightly, and then kicked with all his might! With a loud bang, a dusty pit cracked on the ground, and Wu Qi was like a rocket that soared into the sky, instantly flying to the end of the giant's spine; Stepping on the edge of the protruding joints of a section of the spine, like stepping on a ladder to the clouds, rushing to the head of the giant's skeleton in one breath.

Fit and jump, swing the knife with all your might! A huge wave of blood erupted into the sky, and Wu Qi was already in the air with his feet, and his whole body was bathed in the splashing blood wave. Every corner of his body was soaked in the hot neck blood of the cloud carving, and the seven pitch-black scales became brighter and brighter under the blood-red infiltration. The three-foot-long knife turned blood-colored in a turn, sucking up the blood of the third-order ability virus.

The huge head of the cloud carving fell from the sky and fell behind the giant's skeleton, and the eyelids with the slightest trace of struggle stopped moving, never to be restarted.

Wu Qi jumped into the air, and then fell straight down. He was wrapped in a scorching wave of blood, then slammed to the ground, his body unscathed by the impact of the fall.

The moment he re-erected his spine, behind him was a picture scroll composed of the remains of two third-order lifeforms, and he himself was now reborn!

Wu Qi's tense body slowly relaxed. He was about to turn around, when suddenly there was a faint sound of shaking from the ground under his feet, which shook like a tidal wave, and the sources of the tremors were extremely numerous, and the directions were extremely wide.

Wu Qi no longer needed to listen to the weight and number of people coming from the ground, because as far as his eyes were, there were beasts from all directions!

The depths of his dark eyes were like a no-man's depth, and he scanned the past sideways, seeing the true faces of all the enemies who came to him.

Little Devil Sheep, Brute Bone Cow, Black Coyote, Saber-toothed Lion...... A vast number of ground beasts all rushed in full force, whether they were originally natural enemies or not, no matter whether their life level and intelligence level were high or low, those pair of lantern-sized eyes contained only two things, the corpses of the giant Krees and Cong Yundiao!

Krees's bones are not cold, the blood coming out of the broken neck of the cloud eagle is still fresh, and their corpses are equivalent to the source of the rich, abnormally high third-order ability virus, which is the elixir jade dew for the second-order plague species, and they must devour a little more "treasure" to break their heads.

This is the cruelty of the plague world! They will devour each other for evolution while they are alive, and when they die, they will be devoured by the plague species that smell the smell of the wasteland.

On the surface of the occupied area, there has never been a single skeleton.