Ming Yue checked the man's pulse, knowing he was only unconscious, not dead.
After a moment's hesitation, she put him into her space and then ran towards the depths of the passage.
At the end of the passage was a spacious hall where a fierce battle was taking place. A dozen soldiers in camouflage uniforms, armed with weapons, were attacking a beautiful woman.
"It's her, what a coincidence that enemies meet. Today, I'm taking all the weapons here, leaving not a single one for anyone else."
The woman being attacked was none other than Qing Ying, who had almost killed Ba Jiu yesterday and was then injured by Ming Yue.
Ming Yue disliked this arrogant and overbearing woman, so upon seeing her, she decided that this time, Qing Ying would leave empty-handed, not even a bullet would be left for her.
At this moment, Qing Ying was surrounded by gunfire. Facing a hail of bullets, she was not nervous at all.
A slight smile appeared on her beautiful face, and a shield materialized in her hand. The shield was a thick turtle shell, emitting an earthy yellow light that blocked all the bullets.
She had found this place relying on her memories from her past life, and her objective was, of course, firearms and ammunition.
Qing Ying's goal in this life was to establish her own base, so these weapons were things she had to obtain.
As soon as she entered the warehouse, Qing Ying was discovered by the guards stationed there and met with fierce resistance.
However, she had already cultivated the immortal cultivation techniques in her space to the Foundation Establishment stage, and with the help of various magical treasures in her space, she was unharmed.
Seeing her power, the guards retreated into the underground warehouse to avoid her attacks.
Little did they know that the five-inch-thick iron door was like tofu in Qing Ying's eyes. She easily melted a hole through it and pursued them directly into the warehouse.
The guards retreated while fighting, and by the time they exited the passage, only a dozen of the original two hundred men remained.
"All of you, die! Stop your futile struggles."
Protected by the Xuanwu Shield, an earth-elemental artifact from her space, bullets could not harm Qing Ying in the slightest. She looked at them like a queen from on high.
She suddenly produced a mirror in her hand, the Hurricane Mirror, an artifact of the wind element.
With an elegant wave, hundreds of wind blades appeared and flew towards the remaining dozen men.
Screams echoed in the underground chamber. All dozen men were killed by the wind blades to their throats. Qing Ying retracted the Xuanwu Shield and the Hurricane Mirror into her space.
With elegant steps, she walked towards the opposite doorway, which led to the weapon storage area.
Before she could take two steps, she felt the temperature in the underground warehouse plummet. Then, a chilling wind blew, and black mist began to appear.
"Who's there? If you have the guts, come out! What's the point of playing tricks from the shadows? Come out!"
Her vision obscured by the dense fog, with visibility less than a meter, Qing Ying felt a surge of nervousness. She shouted at the air, her bravado masking her fear.
Her response was eerie wails. Strange and grotesque spirits materialized in the thick fog, all of them species she had never seen before.
Qing Ying took out the Hurricane Mirror again and unleashed countless wind blades at the spirits, but they had no effect. The wind blades passed through the spirits' bodies without causing any damage.
Then Qing Ying switched to five or six different elemental magical treasures, none of which had any effect. As the spirits drew closer, she let out a scream and retreated into her space.
These spirits were precisely what Ming Yue had summoned using her spiritual connection technique. The Witch Clan, besides their innate talents at birth, primarily cultivated their spiritual power, which was the spiritual connection technique.
They could summon spirits to fight. As her cultivation increased, the number and attack power of the summoned spirits also greatly improved.
When Ming Yue saw Qing Ying constantly switching between different elemental magical treasures to fight, she devised a method to deal with her.
Spirits were considered Yin souls, existing outside the five elements, and were immune to attacks of various elements. Only light-elemental attacks could harm them.
Ming Yue knew that Qing Ying's cultivation was on par with hers, so even if she possessed a light-elemental magical treasure, she couldn't use it.
Therefore, she released the spirits and, under the cover of the dense fog, moved like a gust of wind to the weapon storage area.
Looking at the mountains of weapons, Ming Yue did not pick and choose. She swept them all into her space.
Just as she had planned, not a single bullet was left behind. After emerging, Ming Yue recalled the spirits and quickly left the area.
Hiding in her space, Qing Ying waited for a while, but her desire for weapons was too strong to suppress.
Because they were so important, she decided to come out of her space to test the situation. Seeing that the spirits had disappeared and the fog had vanished, she was overjoyed.
She quickly ran to the weapon racks, only to be greeted by four empty walls.
There was nothing inside. Unwilling to accept this, she searched the entire warehouse again.
She discovered that even the weapons on the corpses were gone. It was clear that someone had been there and taken all the weapons. Enraged, Qing Ying felt like spitting blood and hastily chased after them.
Using her wind-elemental abilities, Ming Yue sped towards the logistics base gate to reunite with her companions.
Along the way, she found it strange that she hadn't encountered a single zombie. She couldn't help but worry about the people at the entrance.
If all the zombies had gathered at the entrance, attacking Ji Shiyou and the others, they might be in danger.
"Something has indeed happened."
As she looked towards the main gate from a distance, she saw a mountain of zombie corpses piled on the ground, reaching over two meters high. Ji Shiyou and the others were completely invisible.
Exclaiming "Bad," Ming Yue accelerated, crossing the pile of zombies like the wind. The sight that greeted her was both amusing and bewildering.
Ji Shiyou and the others were sitting on the ground, each with a silly grin, looking at the center where a small mountain of crystal cores had been piled up, estimated to be over a thousand.
Around them lay piles of zombie heads with their crystal cores removed, like heaps of watermelons.
"Sister, Sister, you're back?"
As Ming Yue approached, a small figure rushed towards her. It was Ba Jiu.
"Ba Jiu, how did you start speaking so fluently? Wait, we'll talk later. We need to leave here quickly."
Ming Yue was curious about Ba Jiu's transformation and wanted to know what had happened, but she sensed Qing Ying's presence approaching.
So, with a wave of her hand, she collected the mountain of crystal cores on the ground into her space. Then she released two cars and urged everyone to get in and leave.
Upon receiving the order, the group got into the cars without asking any questions.
Wen Qingtian and Ji Shiyou drove separate cars, picking up everyone else, and sped away.
By the time Qing Ying arrived at the main gate, the group had vanished without a trace. Enraged, she stomped her feet repeatedly, her beautiful face contorted in anger.
In the car, Ji Shiyou was ecstatic to learn that Ming Yue had cleared out the entire warehouse of weapons.
He then recounted the events at the main gate to Ming Yue. After Ba Jiu was sent flying by a high-level zombie, he had lost the ability to resist.
If Ba Jiu died, they would all die there. So, Ji Shiyou suddenly snatched Bu Zhi's backpack and ran to Ba Jiu's side.