A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

On the distant horizon, a black line appeared. The black line quickly thickened and expanded, transforming into a silent yet fierce tide of people, rolling in with steps that made the earth tremble slightly.

The leader was Zhang Yucheng.

He was also dragging a young man who looked utterly hopeless.

The inner demons stirred; they recognized the newcomer and sensed the unusual, undisguised aura of killing intent emanating from him.

Director Zhang stopped a hundred feet away, released his grip on Ji Zuodao, and raised his chin at him.

"Right now."

Ji Zuodao took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes, and it seemed as if a sea of ​​blood was churning in his eyes!

"Buzz—!!!"

It was not a sound, but a deep, resounding roar that directly affected the soul, spreading outwards from him!

Immediately afterwards, a scene that would be unforgettable for all the inner demons, and even for Bureau 749 and the Zhao family, unfolded.

Centered on Ji Zuodao's spiritual sea.

The black tide surged forth!

That was not a stream of water, but a boundless, living tidal wave formed by countless fist-sized, ferocious, blood-red mosquitoes with mouthparts like quenched steel needles!

Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... no, they are simply too numerous to count!

They seemed to come from the deepest part of the Netherworld Blood Sea, breaking free of their restraints and rushing into the mortal world in a frenzy!

In an instant, a black tornado, swirling and roaring, formed from Ji Zuodao as its source!

No, not just one!

More black tides surged from his spiritual sea, frantically converging, merging, and expanding in the air...

In just a few breaths, the originally gray and gloomy sky disappeared.

Instead, there was a low-hanging, violently surging expanse that covered the entire horizon...

The sky was as black as ink.

No, that's not a curtain, that's a living, hungry cloud of death, radiating overwhelming bloodlust!

The high-frequency buzzing of the mosquito's wings has transformed from an initial roar into a background noise that engulfs everything—deep, resonant, and omnipresent, making one's heart tingle and scalp tingle.

The pungent, nauseating stench of blood, mixed with a violent, malevolent intent, swept through every inch of space like a tangible gale.

Many inner demons instinctively retreated, and for the first time, a clear emotion called horror appeared in their black and white eyes.

The inky black sky slowly descended and rotated, with countless crimson compound eyes appearing and disappearing within it, like celestial demons peering at the human world from the depths of a blood-red abyss—cold, greedy, and indifferent.

Quantity has lost its meaning.

That was the manifestation of calamity, powerful enough to devour the world and annihilate all living beings...

Natural disaster!

The black sea of ​​mosquitoes surged silently, dividing the sky and earth into two distinct halves, black and white.

On the side of the inner demons, all they could see was a constantly writhing, low-hanging, dark sky, with no sign of anyone on the other side.

Only the chilling, dense flapping of wings and the thick, overwhelming stench of blood revealed what was happening in that darkness.

Director Zhang's inner demon—a figure that looks exactly like Zhang Yucheng, only with a grayish-white complexion—stands at the forefront of all inner demons.

He frowned, staring at the eerily quiet "ink-black sky," as if calculating something.

"go."

He suddenly spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.

As he spoke, he casually reached to his side and snatched a mental demon with an aura of the Dharma Aspect Realm who was filled with doubt and uncertainty, as if he were picking up a chick waiting to be slaughtered.

The inner demon of that Dharma form didn't even have time to struggle or beg for mercy—

Whoosh!

It was casually tossed by Director Zhang's inner demon, turning into a streak of gray-white light that shot straight towards the all-consuming sea of ​​mosquitoes a hundred feet away!

All the inner demons' gazes were fixed on that parabola.

The moment the gray-white streak disappeared into the inky sky, it was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil—

"Buzz!!!"

The previously low background noise suddenly rose for a moment, a certain spot in the sea of ​​mosquitoes churned violently, and then quickly returned to that suffocating, steady crawling.

The expected screams, roars, or bursts of supernatural power did not come.

Instead, there was a sound that was... extremely eerie.

"Ugh—!"

The sound was short and high-pitched, carrying an indescribable, ultimate pleasure that seemed to make every pore tremble.

Immediately afterwards—

"Ha...hahaha! That feels so good! Again! Ooh—!"

The voice became incoherent, mixed with laughter, panting, and a kind of pleasurable moan on the verge of collapse, and it drifted clearly through the mosquito sea.

The inner demon camp fell into a deathly silence.

On those distinct black and white faces, the expressions slowly shifted from solemn to bewildered, then a deep sense of incomprehension and... a hint of unspeakable strangeness emerged.

This is fucking...

What's going on?

Fight the enemy or get a massage?

The joyful shouts, bordering on ecstatic, lasted for about three or four breaths before abruptly ceasing.

The inner demons knew that the one inside was probably "nothingness".

It's okay, we'll be revived soon anyway.

Sure enough, the next second——

"Hmm~~~!"

A more melodious, longer, and hook-like groan drifted out from the depths of the mosquito sea once more.

This time, however, a barely perceptible tremor was faintly mixed into that joyful tone.

Then, the sound disappeared again.

Three breaths later—

"Ah! Wait, wait! No! No—! Ugh!!!"

Resurrection, a joyful scream, trembling, mixed with a hint of terror.

Then disappear.

Resurrected—

"Get away! Get away... Waaah... It feels so... so good... No! Help! Boss, help—!"

Pleasure and fear were completely intertwined, making it impossible to tell which side was more dominant; the sound was distorted and deformed.

Repeatedly.

It was like an absurdly repetitive melody, played repeatedly to the accompaniment of a sea of ​​inky mosquitoes.

The silence within the inner demon camp began to slip in a chilling direction.

Finally, after countless resurrections, a roar filled with pain and rage suddenly came from the depths of the mosquito sea!

"Open it for me!"

boom!!!

A giant, gray hand, the size of a house, burst forth, breaking through the layers of mosquitoes!

The demonic patterns on his palm shone brightly, exuding astonishing power, causing a large section of the dark sky to cave in!

All the inner demons perked up! It seemed they were ready to fight to the death!

however--

That menacing giant palm of Dharma form was exposed for less than a second under the "ink sky".

The next second, every inch of the giant hand's skin was instantly covered with several thick layers of blood-winged black mosquitoes, resembling living black moss!

They bite frantically, piercing with their mouthparts, and sucking greedily.

The giant Dharma hand dimmed and dissolved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The giant hand struggled to clench its fist and strike, but only trembled a few times in vain.

three seconds.

Just three seconds.

That enormous palm, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, melted and vanished silently into the boundless black sea of ​​mosquitoes, just like a snowman in the sunlight.

Not even the slightest ripple was stirred.

With it, the last faint, indistinguishable sob of that inner demon, a sob that could be interpreted as either pain or pleasure, vanished completely.

The dark sea of ​​mosquitoes resumed its steady crawling.

All sounds are silent.

Only that deep, eternal humming sound, like the heartbeat of this blood-red hellscape.

All the inner demons, including the one that had been calm all along, were now completely silent.

Their clear black and white eyes stared blankly at the tranquil "ink-black sky" that had swallowed up a fellow cultivator at the Dharma Aspect Realm.

A mental demon in the realm of Dharma.

They are considered a core force among them.

That's it, gone.

Not even a decent wave was created.

And judging from the noise...

"Holy shit..."

A demon in his heart murmured unconsciously, his voice hoarse.

"This is... like being literally pleasured to death?"

No one answered.

But this absurd yet real conclusion, like ice water, seeped into the heart of every inner demon.