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Chapter 104 This complete madman!
Crocodile Xin dared not raise his head, the scales on the back of his neck trembling slightly with fear as he said, "Yes, they retrieved... the corpses of wild beasts and orcs from the flash flood..."

"Orc corpses?" Fu Ying raised an eyebrow.

The Black Crocodile Tribe truly lives up to its reputation as a gray area, acting without restraint and even taking the corpses of orcs.

"It's...it's because the people below are ignorant and extremely hungry..." Crocodile Xin answered cautiously.

Ni gently placed Fuying on the bone stake in the swamp, and stuffed the serrated vine umbrella in her hand into her palm. Then she turned to Crocodile Xin and said in a deep voice, "Bring over the corpses that are infected with the plague."

Crocodile Xin dared not delay. With a wave of his hand, two orcs carried over a corpse wrapped in reeds.

Fuying stood on the bone stake, glanced down at it, and saw that in just two or three days since the flash flood, the corpse had become horribly shriveled, with sunken eye sockets and as thin as a rake, as if it had been devoured by something.

Ni's purple eyes were filled with a deathly, cold light. He suddenly clenched his fingers, and vines grew wildly, wrapping around the corpse's heart. With a muffled "plop," he precisely scooped out a beast crystal.

The serrated edges of the vines greedily shredded and devoured the beast crystals, emitting a chilling sound.

Fu Ying gazed at Ni Qi's tall and straight back, her rose-colored lips gently pursed into a line.

It turns out that the plant-beastmen, one in ten thousand, are not bound by the laws of the Beast God, and even if they devour beast crystals, they will not become fallen beastmen.

No wonder, in just a few months, this secondary personality of Ni has reached the Nine-Star Extreme Realm with overwhelming force.

As the beast crystal shattered, Crocodile Xin's face turned even paler, and his head drooped even lower.

On the other side, the moment the beast crystal left the body, the corpse rapidly shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately afterwards, strange bulges suddenly appeared under the corpse's skin, as if something alive was wriggling and moving underneath, pushing out wavy patterns on the thin, cicada-wing-like skin, which looked rather eerie.

Tilting its head slightly, the vine suddenly pierced through the wriggling waves.

"Pfft-"

The corpse cavity suddenly exploded, and a fist-sized worm burst out of the body. The fine fangs in its ring-shaped mouthparts were dripping with putrid slime, while the flesh inside the corpse had already been completely devoured.

Dozens of insects, no longer covered by the corpses, were exposed to the air and scattered in all directions like a tide. As they ran, their dense claws made a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

Crocodile Heart's face turned deathly pale instantly. Looking at the insects scurrying all over the ground, he led his tribesmen back in a staggering retreat.

They knew perfectly well that the orcs in the tribe were dying suddenly because these insects had parasitized their bodies, causing them to lose their life force.

Ni's purple eyes blinked slightly, and with a flick of her fingertip, the rampaging vines wrapped around and dragged back all the menacing insects. The ferocious insects splashed out foul-smelling slime as their serrated mouthparts opened and closed.

He picked up an insect with his pale, slender fingers, and the insect immediately began to writhe wildly!
As he looked at it, the insect's sharp mandibles pierced his skin. What was chilling was that the bitten area turned grayish-brown and withered rapidly, like a dead leaf.

Her long, slender eyelashes drooped slightly, casting eerie shadows on her purple pupils, which were filled with a chilling deathly aura.

Suddenly, a slight smile appeared on his lips: "...How interesting."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of slender hands suddenly covered his palms.

"Squeak—" A shrill scream rang out, and the insect turned into dust between the two people's fingers, falling into the muddy swamp.

When Fu Ying withdrew his hand, several scorched marks remained on Ni Cangbai's palm.

"You're insane! Do you even know what this is? How dare you just take it like that? Do you think you're some kind of cub?"

Fu Ying's narrow eyes slanted sharply upwards as she glared at Ni, her anger almost tangible.

She grabbed Ni's wrist, staring at his withered finger that was still spreading. She took a deep breath, sprinkled some powder on it, and it evaporated instantly, as if falling into scorched earth. Ni's finger showed no sign of improvement; it continued to decay, the ashen traces spreading like a spiderweb.

Fu Ying frowned, his fingertips trembling. This was a spiritual medicine, containing spiritual energy, yet it couldn't dispel the insect's poison.

Fu Ying pursed her lips tightly. The rainy season on the Beastman Continent was indeed extraordinary. As it drew to a close, all sorts of demons and monsters emerged.

Ni bent slightly, gazing at Fuying's trembling eyelashes.

His deep purple eyes and well-defined fingers lifted her chin with an irresistible force, and he whispered, "Are you afraid?"

Fu Ying's eyes gleamed with a cold light: "I will not like a useless person who has lost his hands."

Ni suddenly chuckled softly, his fingertips gently stroking the skin of her chin: "Stubborn to the end."

"Don't be afraid," Ni said softly, his purple eyes gleaming with an eerie light.

He swiftly and decisively pointed his fingers like a knife, a flash of purple light, and in an instant, his slender hand was cleanly severed from the wrist, falling into the swamp and splashing greenish blood.

With a "plop," a drop of cold blood splattered onto Fuying's face.

She looked up and met Ni Youzi's eyes, a faint smile still lingering on his lips.

Fu Ying closed his eyes briefly, letting out a barely audible sigh.

This complete madman!
In a short while, a sticky sound of flesh wriggling suddenly came from the severed wrist. Nerves and blood vessels intertwined like plants. In just a few breaths, a pair of slender, fair hands had taken shape.

He gently rotated the newborn's hand, his whisper carrying a chilling laugh: "Same."

Fu Ying suddenly raised her hand and slapped Ni across the face with a crisp sound.

Her pretty face remained calm and silent. She turned to look at the insects writhing and struggling wildly among the vines, her voice icy cold: "You recognize this thing?"

Ni turned his face to the side after being hit, a dark light flashing in his purple eyes.

Turning his head slightly, he caught a glimpse of Fuying's fair legs, which were submerged in the mud.

He watched the blinding white float in the filth, a trace of indescribable irritation flashing in his purple eyes. No matter how he looked at it, he found it extremely irritating.

Suddenly, Ni lunged forward, picked up Fuying without a word, and carried her across the swamp toward the bamboo house.

The beastmen of the Black Crocodile tribe, including Crocodile Xin, looked terrified and cried out in shrill voices, "High Priest—"

"High Priest, save us—save the Black Crocodile tribe—"

"High Priest! Our Black Crocodile tribe has always worshipped you—"

"Please, High Priest! Don't abandon us! We will continue to offer our rites to you! High Priest—"

Ni didn't turn back, but strode away with Fuying in his arms, his low, hoarse voice carrying a cruel pleasure coming from his back.

"Save? There's no point in saving them."

"The insectoids brought by the flash flood are about to devour the orcs. They might as well just wait to die."

The footsteps faded into the distance, then a chilling laugh drifted over:
"Ah, I almost forgot, I remember... send over every single beast crystal from the dead orcs."

(End of this chapter)