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  Farther away, Shang Lei was also surrounded by countless ghost beasts. At first, he too had a taste of sweetness and didn't want to leave. His "Sacred Emblem" was the arm guards on his arms, and soon the magic energy points broke through 1,000 points, upgrading the arm guards into a second-level Sacred Emblem with even stronger power and defensive capabilities.

  But this sweet head soon brought bitter fruit, and it wasn't until he realized his fatigue that he thought the situation was not good.

  Surrounded on all sides, the area was packed with a dense array of various ghouls and beasts, which were constantly undergoing mutations, occasionally giving rise to extremely powerful ghouls.

  After receiving the genetic message, most of the demons will evolve into ordinary low-level demons, but the demons are also constantly changing, and some will also have evolved into elite, perfect, or even legendary beings.

  Different changes, resulting in different strengths. From the beginning, he could easily kill these newly mutated ghost beasts, but gradually, he felt that these emerging ghost beasts were getting harder to deal with, and he felt the pressure.

  Looking around, Shang Li realized that he was no better than the apes in climbing trees. He thought of resting for a while by climbing up a big tree, but after he climbed up the tree, he found that among these ghostly beasts, there were many who were more skilled at climbing trees than him, and even some ghostly beasts transformed from flies, which directly attacked from the air.

  "Damn it—"

  Shang Li couldn't help but cry out, he finally realized the severity of the situation, all around him, layer upon layer, were ghosts and beasts, as if he had fallen into an ocean of ghosts and beasts.

  He might be able to easily kill a hundred such low-level ghost beasts, but what about a thousand? Five thousand? Or even ten thousand?

  In this state of being unable to rest, even if he were twice as strong, he would still be slowly drained of all his strength and eventually engulfed in the terrifying sea of demonic beasts.

  The ape that climbed to the top of the tree was also subjected to a terrifying attack by the ghost beast, and even the big tree it climbed on was gnawed through by countless ghost beasts. After struggling for an hour, the ape finally collapsed from exhaustion, covered by countless ghost beasts.

  Shi Ling slowly moved to the edge of that pile of rocks, at this moment his forehead was sweating, stronger than him, and it was impossible to continue fighting continuously, he also needed rest to recover his strength.

  Moved to the edge of the rock, then took out several made "hand grenades" and threw them away.

  "Rumble" "rumble" "rumble", a loud noise, suddenly a large number of ghost beasts were blown up, and Shi Ling had already taken the opportunity to dodge into a pit in this pile of giant rocks.

  In this trench, there is no need to worry about the back, and the pressure is greatly reduced. The numerical advantage of the ghost beast cannot be brought into play, and it has a bit of a situation where one man guards the pass and ten thousand men cannot open it.

  Glancing at the guide, I found that there were only nine "red dots" left on it.

  At this point, Shi Ling's mind was made up.

  It's impossible to kill all the ghost beasts here, and there's nowhere to hide without being attacked. The current situation has become a matter of who can hold out longer. As long as he holds out longer than the remaining nine apes, those nine apes will die off, and he will naturally win and be able to leave this place. Conversely, if they hold out longer than him, he will lose.

  As for this, Shiling is still relatively confident, because his "magic bag" can produce a large number of lethal weapons, and hiding in this pit, he has enough capital to drag it down.

  Hiding in the ditch, Shiling began to use the magic bag to mass-produce "hand grenades", which was much less strenuous than fighting in close combat, and simply throwing out the "hand grenades" would do.

  His magical energy points are now growing wildly, and every time he throws a grenade, the ghost beasts that are killed earn him back magical energy points, minus the cost of making the grenades, there is still a surplus.

  He threw out a dozen or so "hand grenades" in a row, and when the deafening explosion sounded incessantly, the magic point value inside Shiling had already broken through the 3500-point mark. At the same time, he also manufactured a "shotgun", took out the "shotgun" from the magic bag, and began to sweep out in coordination with the "hand grenades".

  As long as he had "Magic Points", it was equivalent to having infinite ammunition, and killing these ghostly beasts could also earn back a large number of Magic Points. Shi Ling finally calmed down, preparing for a war of attrition.

  In this pit, he persisted for another half hour. He took a look at the guide on his left hand and saw that the red light had reduced to only five.

  The ape-men who were still desperately clinging on had only five left, and how many of their own kind were still alive, Shi Ling didn't know either.

  Just throwing hand grenades and sweeping with a shotgun made things much easier, and Shi Ling not only didn't feel tired, but his originally depleted physical strength was also gradually recovering.

  And his internal magical energy points, excluding the consumption of manufacturing "hand grenades" and shotgun bullets, still broke through the 5000 mark.

  "Something's off... these ghost beasts seem to be getting stronger..."

  Although the number of magical points in his body had broken through the 5,000 mark, Shi Ling also gradually realized that as he killed more and more ghostly beasts, the longer it took, these emerging ghostly beasts were actually getting stronger and stronger.

  Occasionally, giant blue-shelled mantises that even hand grenades couldn't kill, or black-backed giant scorpions and other terrifying creatures would appear, forcing Shi Ling to start increasing the power of the bombs he manufactured, starting to produce "hand grenade shells" that required ten magic points to create.

  The power of the "hand grenade" was much stronger than that of a hand grenade. One "hand grenade" was thrown out, and with a loud roar, it raised a terrible sandstone dust and smoke, and its power was extremely shocking. In an instant, six or seven ghost beasts were blown to pieces, causing heavy casualties.

  But the most troublesome ones were those ghost beasts that evolved from flies, which could dive down from mid-air and even "hand grenade" was ineffective, forcing Shi Ling to switch to assault rifle to blast them.

  As a result, Shiling felt the pressure increasing, and looking at the "guide" on his left wrist, there were still three red light points left.

  "Hold on a little longer..." Shilin muttered to himself, the demonic energy points in his body were gradually breaking through the 6,000 mark.

  If he were to raise it to 10,000 points, it would mean that he could upgrade the "Magic Bag" to level three. Of course, with 10,000 magic points, it would also mean that he could manufacture 100 pieces of "Blood Source Stones". One hundred Blood Source Stones could allow him to refine how many strands of blood vessels? Even Shi Ling couldn't estimate.

  One by one, the hand grenades were thrown out, and the shotgun's power was no longer sufficient to suppress these increasingly powerful ghost beasts. Shiling switched to an assault rifle, although the assault rifle required a magazine change, it was only used occasionally to deal with ghost beasts that had slipped through the net and pounced on them head-on, while hand grenades were the main force.

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