With only a few hours left before the apocalypse, Chen Feng had gone to great lengths to reach the fighting arena. His purpose was not to save the Hellhound—an infamous beast from his past life—but to use it as a sacrificial offering for summoning his first ally.

Summoner.

This was the power Chen Feng had gained in the apocalypse.

As the energy storm descended and countless dimensions opened, the world underwent a profound transformation in that fleeting second.

In this new age, humans, aside from being mere food or cannon fodder, were also favored by the heavens. Special energies had bestowed unprecedented abilities upon many people.

Mages, ice and fire wizards, beast tamers, dragon-blooded warriors, giant rock soldiers, and even some with the power to self-heal or control zombies.

And Chen Feng was among these fortunate ones.

Standing still, his once pale skin now glowed a deep crimson. His eyes, bloodshot and intense, reflected an eerie, almost otherworldly aura.

Blood.

Everywhere, there was blood.

Chen Feng seemed to be immersed in a sea of blood, surrounded by countless corpses. Strange, multi-legged insects, ghastly, fanged creatures, half-human, half-fish beings, and giant beings engulfed in flames all populated this space.

Clearly, this was no planet familiar to humanity.

Besides the blood sea, the environment was filled with corrosive acid lakes, toxic mists, razor-sharp spiked caves, and molten lava.

These places were inhabited by unknown species, all sharing common traits: brutality and a thirst for blood.

Where was this?

Chen Feng trembled. Unlike his previous life’s initial fear and unease, his eyes now glowed with wild, frenzied excitement.

The Abyss.

This was the name of the land.

An endless, suffocating chasm.

A place of extreme environmental hazards and life-threatening dangers.

A land devoid of morality, constantly plagued by relentless violence.

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A place without friendship, kinship, or love—only betrayal, slaughter, and destruction.

The Abyss.

A realm devoted to death and ruin, and it was also Chen Feng’s greatest asset for survival in the apocalypse.

As an Evolver, Chen Feng’s ability was to commune with the Abyss. With his strength or certain special sacrifices, he could summon demons from this realm.

He was...

An Abyssal Summoner.

The Hellhound?

This fearsome creature, which had terrorized so many, was merely a sacrificial offering for summoning an Abyssal demon.

A new era had begun, and now, he was using this powerful blood-soaked flesh to summon his first helper.

"Compared to my previous life’s inexperienced summonings that only produced useless worms, what kind of being will emerge from such a formidable sacrifice?" Chen Feng’s eyes gleamed with wild anticipation as he plunged his hands into the Hellhound’s brain matter.

Using such a powerful beast as a sacrifice gave Chen Feng an advantage.

Now.

It was time to reap the rewards.

The crimson hue in his eyes intensified, and the surrounding environment shifted, enveloped in a blood-red mist that quickly filled the entire room.

Savage, malevolent, terrifying, ominous.

Blood and fire.

Chen Feng smelled a familiar, long-forgotten scent.

He clenched his teeth, enduring what seemed like unbearable pain, his skin turning deathly pale. Yet he remained unmoved, even breaking into a strange, eerie smile that revealed his white teeth.

Compared to the forthcoming summoning creature, what was this pain?

As the blood mist thickened to its peak, a twisted and grotesque figure appeared before him.

A foul stench.

An overwhelming stench.

A massive creature—or rather, a mass of disgusting, rotting flesh. It had an ugly visage, its body a bloated, decayed mass, with only its robust limbs remaining. Its face bore eyes filled with hatred and a mouth capable of endless expansion for devouring prey.

A Tormentor.

They were the Abyss’s true fiends: filthy, venomous, and mindless, transformed by years of chaos into creatures driven solely by fear and hatred.

Chen Feng straightened, unable to hide his joy. Compared to the worms he had summoned before, the Tormentor clearly possessed far greater power. It was no exaggeration to say that not even bullets, let alone ordinary shells, could bring it down immediately.

A meat shield.

This was undoubtedly a valuable asset.

However, the Tormentor's condition was unusual. Its deep-set eyes, like vengeful ghosts, fixated on Chen Feng, and its hateful nature even prompted a trace of murderous intent towards its summoner.

“Hmm?”

Chen Feng’s expression darkened as several mental-energy daggers pierced the Tormentor’s form.

Mental attacks.

Summoners often used this method to discipline disobedient creatures.

“oy…jh…lk…”

Complex sounds emerged from the Tormentor’s mouth. Though mindless, it still felt the soul-deep pain, clearly yielding.

Unlike the unstable Hellhound, this summoning creature gave Chen Feng true peace of mind. In dangerous situations, he could control its life and death with just a thought.

Chen Feng turned his attention to the door.

With the Tormentor as his ally, Chen Feng now had a measure of self-defense. However, he wasn’t naive enough to think he could dominate the city. Based on his memories, the military would take seven days to quell the disaster in J City.

Seven days.

A lot could happen in that time.

Over two-thirds of J City’s population would perish in those seven days—seven days of bloodshed, terror, and danger.

Chen Feng had just awakened and was far from being able to single-handedly combat countless monsters. Therefore, he needed to find a safe haven...

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