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

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The jet-black tendons instantly wrapped around the wings and fuselage of the fighter jet!

"Creak—!"

The steel supports of the missile launcher are tightened by the large tendons!

"Splash!"

More and more ribs surged like a tide toward the close-in weapon turret, armored vehicles, and piles of spare parts...

An even more terrifying scene unfolded!

Ji Zuodao's skin suddenly began to writhe and undulate abnormally!

It was as if countless living things were struggling frantically beneath the skin, trying to break free!

"Sizzle—!!"

A slight, teeth-grinding tearing sound rang out.

Countless tiny cracks appeared on Ji Zuodao's skin.

No blood gushed out.

Instead, a viscous, dark red, eerie substance, resembling melted candle wax mixed with asphalt, slowly flowed out from the cracks!

Instead of dripping, these fleshy substances spread and climbed rapidly along the ejected, dark tendons, like viscous mycelium with life!

When the dark red flesh touched the cold steel, it immediately made a soft "sizzling" sound like strong acid, but it was not corrosion, but rather... fusion!

They quickly covered the fighter jets with their silver-gray paint, climbed onto the missile rack supports, wrapped around the close-in weapon system's barrels, and squeezed into the gaps in armored vehicles...

Wriggling and expanding, it stained the originally cold steel structure with a color and texture that was extremely uncomfortable, as if it were freshly peeled flesh!

Ji Zuodao's true form, now encased in more flesh and tendons, was no longer recognizable as human.

At the location where he stood, a huge, dark red fleshy cocoon, more than ten meters in diameter, formed, constantly writhing and expanding!

On the surface of the fleshy cocoon, the wrapped airplane wings, cannon barrels, tires, armor plates... protrude from various bizarre angles.

It was then covered, connected, and recombined by the constantly emerging flesh and blood.

"Glug... Glug..."

From inside the fleshy cocoon came a dull sound, like the beating of a giant heart or the rolling of magma.

The entire cocoon pulsated rhythmically, wave after wave, in time with the sound.

as if……

It is harboring some indescribable terror.

"grass!!!"

The moment the fleshy callus formed, Officer Chen instinctively scrambled backward more than ten steps until his back slammed heavily against the hard wall of the island superstructure.

His face was ashen, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat, his fingers trembled as he pointed at the massive, pulsating mass of flesh, his lips quivering, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Only in the brain, a certain value representing rationality, is plummeting wildly!

What the hell is this thing?!

Biological mechs from sci-fi movies? Flesh-and-blood gods from the Cthulhu Mythos? Or some new type of biological weapon?!

Wasn't it supposed to be an investigator from Bureau 749?! Shouldn't they be similar to those sword-wielding, wave-riding figures on the sea?

This art style is totally off, bro!

Above the clouds.

Deputy Director Liu, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, gaped so wide his mouth could fit an egg.

The cigarette dangling from his mouth had already fallen to the ground with a "thud" the moment he saw the fleshy mycelium crawling all over the fighter jet, sending up a few small sparks.

He stiffly turned his neck to look at Zhang Yucheng beside him, whose gaze was equally fixed, his voice dry and trembling with disbelief:

"Old...Old Zhang..."

"I fucking..."

"That kid, Xiao Ji..."

"This is getting weirder and weirder!!!"

"What the hell is this?! I've seen him use similar methods before, but never this extreme."

Zhang Yucheng did not answer immediately.

He remained silent for a full five seconds, a rare occurrence, and even his usually calm and gentle eyes were churning with intense emotions.

Having traveled all over the country for so many years, and in charge of the Jinghai branch of Bureau 749, he has seen all sorts of strange people, demons, monsters, and evil arts.

Those who skin people alive, eat flesh raw, manipulate souls, and create zombies...

He thought his nerves were tough enough and his knowledge was broad enough.

But what I'm seeing now...

This was completely beyond his comprehension!

This can no longer be described simply as "evil magic" or "supernatural power".

Zhang Yucheng took a slow, deep breath and then slowly exhaled.

He raised his hand and stiffly rubbed his temples.

His voice carried a complex mix of emotions: shock, realization, and worry, but above all, an irrepressible astonishment and curiosity, as if he had discovered a "new continent."

"……this time."

"This is truly eye-opening."

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The dull sound, like the beating of a war drum or a giant heart, came from the direction of the aircraft carrier and clearly reached everyone's ears, even through the surging sea and the roaring gunfire.

Wolf, who was desperately dodging the flashes of blades and stray bullets, instinctively glanced in that direction.

Just one glance.

The ferocious expression on his face froze instantly, then quickly twisted again.

It was as if he had swallowed two pounds of leftover feces.

"grass?!"

Wolf's pupils dilated in shock, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

What the hell is that dark red, fleshy cocoon that's constantly pulsating and expanding on the deck?!

Steel wings, blackened cannon barrels, twisted armor plates—it's as if they were forcibly stuffed into a lump of living flesh, only to pierce out at all sorts of chilling angles…

What the hell kind of magic weapon is this?! Or is it some new type of biological weapon?!

Although I couldn't understand it, I was deeply moved.

Moreover, an extremely ominous premonition, stemming from biological instinct, like a cold, venomous snake, "whooshed" up the back of my head from my tailbone.

This thing appeared in the opposing camp...

Anyone with a brain knows he's definitely not a good person! He's definitely after me!

"Haha! Here it comes!"

"The living Yama has made his move!"

"Hehe, it's time to let this old foreigner experience the hospitality of our 'Living Yama' of Jinghai!"

The Jinghai Qi cultivators who were besieging the aircraft carrier naturally noticed the commotion. Far from being alarmed, they were all excited, their eyes shining as if they were watching a pig being slaughtered during the Lunar New Year.

They all saw who was standing on the deck just now.

That guy's methods were known in the Jinghai cultivation circle as "unique" and "deeply memorable".

In the past, it was always our own people who would watch, marveling at it while feeling a chill down their spines.

Today it's finally the turn of these ignorant foreigners to experience firsthand what it means for "art to originate from life, but the methods of a living devil are superior to life."

"Hey guys, give it your all! Chase him over there!"

"Foreign devils! Run faster! If you're slow, you'll miss the chance to catch it while it's still hot!"

Amidst laughter, whistles, and gloating urging, the intensity of the attack surprisingly increased by three points in unison.

Wolf listened to the mixed Beijing and Haikou accents around him, looked at the terrifying cocoon of flesh in the distance that emitted a constant heartbeat, and felt the increasingly dense attacks all around him...

His face turned completely green.

Green with hints of black.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"

He roared inwardly, unleashing his dark energy to its fullest extent, and with his two burdens in tow, he sped recklessly toward the high seas!

Now he had only one thought—

Stay as far away from that monstrous thing as possible!

Immediately! Right now!