173: Chapter 173 Botanical Garden

Chen Feng landed, his feet sinking deep into the concrete ground; with him as the center, spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions.

"Fire! Kill him!"

A blonde man was the first to react from the shock, roaring hoarsely as he pulled the trigger.

A dense rain of bullets instantly enveloped Chen Feng.

However, those rifle bullets, capable of tearing through human bones, struck Chen Feng's face and chest without leaving even a single mark.

"I'll slaughter you!"

From the crowd, the burliest white man suddenly stepped forward.

He was over two meters tall, with knotted muscles, like a standing brown bear.

He threw away the gun in his hand and drew an exaggeratedly styled broadsword from his back; its spine was heavy, and its blade was covered in notches from past slaughters.

He roared in broken Chinese, his leg muscles bulging, the ground beneath his feet cracking inch by inch, and his entire body launched a savage charge toward Chen Feng like an out-of-control heavy truck.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the standoff between these two inhuman existences.

No one noticed a faint shadow clinging to the sky, silently circling to the rear.

His target was a sniper hiding behind an abandoned bus stop sign.

It was a lean black man, fully focused on locking onto others with his scope.

He had not the slightest realization that the Grim Reaper had already arrived behind him.

A sharp blade slashed across the black sniper's neck, and his head rolled off.

Almost at the same instant the black man fell, two long-haired foreign men, as if they had eyes in the back of their heads, simultaneously turned around!

"Two late-stage Warlord Rank!"

Song Yang felt a chill in his heart; the aura erupting from those two was far more formidable than that of Lei Tu and the others today.

He did not linger in the fight, his whole body shooting back in the direction he came like an arrow released from a bow.

"Don't let him run!"

One of the blonde men let out a low shout, and the two of them, one left and one right, pursued Song Yang madly in a standard tactical pincer formation.

Ten kilometers.

Song Yang flew for ten kilometers, and the two were still chasing him relentlessly.

"Boom!"

Another grenade exploded in mid-air, a scorching shockwave and steel balls sweeping toward the rear.

"Damn rat!"

The brown-haired strong man's face was full of tyrannical rage; he swung the heavy combat blade in his hand and actually forcibly hacked through the incoming shrapnel storm!

Mars scattered everywhere, making crisp clanging sounds.

But this undoubtedly slowed his speed.

"Hans! Don't let him lead you by the nose! He's toying with us!" The leading blonde man, Klaus, had eyes so gloomy they could drip water.

That Oriental man's speed was eerily fast, and his movement technique was even more slippery.

He could always stay at the extreme limit of their attack range, occasionally dropping explosives.

Although unable to cause fatal injuries, it was as disgusting as a fly, constantly wearing down their patience and stamina.

Song Yang glanced back.

Of course, he was toying with them.

More accurately, he was "walking the dogs."

By holding the two of them back, the frontal battlefield would achieve an overwhelming victory.

After flying for another half minute, Song Yang noticed something was wrong.

The wind was still there, but the surrounding environment was changing at an eerie speed.

The green that was originally just dotted among the ruins had now turned into overwhelming dark green and dark red.

Hundred-meter high buildings looked like shipwrecks entangled by giant seaweed, with countless thick vine plants breaking through the ground, roots and branches intertwined, strangling the reinforced concrete buildings until they cracked inch by inch.

What he didn't expect even more was that those vines were not static.

They were like countless sleeping giant pythons; once anything approached, they would coil toward it.

Song Yang suddenly stopped his figure, hovering in mid-air, and looked back.

The two foreigners who had chased him for over ten kilometers had stopped hundreds of meters away, without him knowing when.

They were no longer pursuing, just standing on the roof of a building, arms crossed, with a cat-and-mouse mocking smile on their faces.

"Hans, look, our little mouse seems to have discovered something."

Klaus laughed, and his voice carried over.

The brown-haired strong man named Hans grinned, revealing a sinister smile.

He pointed his broadsword at Song Yang and mocked him unscrupulously: "Kid, you've already walked into the range of the 'Botanical Garden', we don't need to chase anymore."

"Now, you have two choices."

"Either turn back and let us give you a quick end, or walk into that land of death ahead and be devoured by mutant plants."

Just when Klaus and Hans both thought Song Yang would choose to turn back and fight to the death out of fear, Song Yang moved.

He turned around, with his back to the two strong enemies.

Then, under their astonished gazes, he did not hesitate at all and flew slowly straight toward the depths of that "land of death" where countless vines were wriggling.

"This kid is truly crazy; in a place like this, even if we went in, we would die inside."

Hans looked at the eerie plant area in front of him with lingering fear.

While the two were talking, Song Yang had already swooped into the area they called the "meat grinder."

As soon as he entered, the air became viscous.

Just as Chen Feng said, it was as if he had broken into a forest.

On the ground, on the high-rise buildings, countless blood-red vines sensed the breath of a living creature and swept toward him!

Song Yang's speed was extreme, his figure turning into an Afterimage amidst the whipping of dozens of vines, narrowly dodging them.

But this was just the beginning.

As he went deeper, more vines reached out from the broken windows of the abandoned high-rise buildings on both sides, weaving into an inescapable net, completely sealing off the high altitude.

Forced by necessity, Song Yang could only lower his figure and fly rapidly close to the cracked ground.

Just as he was about to reach the only open space in the center of this Botanical Garden, a sudden change occurred!

The ground beneath his feet sprang upward without warning!

A giant net composed of countless tough vines!

The mouth of the net closed rapidly, like a clenched fist, instantly binding Song Yang tightly!

Before he could even struggle, the earth split open a bottomless, pitch-black gap.

The giant net dragged him, falling straight into the endless abyss.

The surface closed again with a roar, as if nothing had happened.

...

Cough... cough cough...

Violent coughing allowed Song Yang to regain consciousness, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

His internal organs seemed to be misaligned, and every seam of his bones was seeping with needle-pricking pain.

His vision gradually became clear from blurriness, and what came into view was the cave rock wall glowing with a faint blue light.

He tried to move and found that he was lying on a huge and unusually smooth stone.

He turned his head.

Beside him stood a woman.

Her skin and flesh were tightly stuck to her skeleton, her eye sockets deeply sunken, her cheekbones high and protruding; rather than a living person, she was more like a skeleton specimen that still had breath.

She just stood there quietly, her hollow eye sockets "looking" at him without any emotion.

Song Yang's pupils suddenly constricted.

He saw that on the back of this "skeleton," a blood-colored vine as thick as a wrist had broken out of the flesh like an ugly umbilical cord, with the other end disappearing into the darkness deep in the cave.

This was a puppet parasitized by a blood vine that had sucked dry all its vitality.

Song Yang's gaze moved away from the woman and swept around.

Around this large "bed" he was lying on, piles of grim white bones were stacked like mountains.

There were human ones, and some of mutated creatures so huge they were indescribable, layered on top of each other, discarded here casually like trash.

This was the plant's dining table.

He instantly understood the situation he was in.

He had actually been treated as food.