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

The surviving Qi cultivators of the Wang family were in a state of complete confusion.

Just a moment ago, they were in the warm pavilion, clinking glasses, chatting and laughing, eating hot pot and drinking wine.

The next moment, artillery fire ravaged the land, the sky and earth collapsed, and flames engulfed everything.

In the blink of an eye, their ancestor, who was regarded as the pillar of the family, was first blown into the sky from the outhouse.

Then, possessed by demonic possession, he activated his Dharma Form and charged in, only to have his Dharma Form shattered by the opponent's few punches, turning into a pile of indistinguishable mud.

In the end... it was swallowed whole by a dog as a snack.

Is something wrong with this world? It's so chaotic!

"run!!!"

Someone, with a distorted voice, roared out that word.

It was as if a drop of cold water had splashed into boiling oil.

In an instant, the remaining Qi cultivators of the Wang family scattered like bees whose nest had been disturbed!

Those who reacted quickly flashed with spiritual light and shot into the night sky in their escape beams.

Those with solid cultivation levels channeled their spiritual power, enduring stray bullets as they attempted to break through the barrage of fire.

"snort."

Deputy Director Liu stood on the tank, letting out a cold snort. He didn't even bother to look at the fleeing figures, and simply waved his hand casually.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!"

In response to his gesture was a second wave of steel storms that was even more precise, denser, and more ruthless than before!

"No--!"

"Spare me!!"

"I surrender! I surrender... Ah!!!"

The piercing screams, desperate pleas for mercy, and abruptly silenced cries mingled with the deafening sound of the explosion.

Yes, cultivators at the Spirit Palace Realm and above have incredibly strong physical bodies; they might survive a few ordinary artillery shells.

But they couldn't withstand the barrage of fire... it's free!

No, it's even scarier than not getting it for free.

It means they don't care.

They don't care about the cost, the consumption, or whether you can withstand a single shot.

Given sufficient firepower density, a torrent of steel can annihilate any individual struggle.

If one cannon isn't enough, use ten; if ten aren't enough, have an entire artillery battalion fire simultaneously!

This is the most basic logic of violence that modern war machines employ when facing extraordinary individuals.

"My materials... my resources... sob sob..."

Ji Zuodao lay beside the tank, watching helplessly as the Wang family cultivators were blown up like fireworks in the continuous explosions, burning and falling as charred remains.

His heart was bleeding.

Those are all resources for spiritual practice!

If we let him slowly absorb and refine it using the large tendons, he might be able to advance his spiritual sea to another level tonight.

His eyes welled up with tears of heartache.

Several thick black veins bulged uncontrollably from the cuffs, reaching eagerly into the air, trying to snatch some "scraps" during the lulls in the gunfire.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

A stray, scorching shrapnel grazed past the tendon.

"hiss--!"

Ji Zuodao recoiled as if electrocuted, wincing in pain, and instantly became docile.

Damn it, these hailstones... they're unreasonable!

"Woof! Awooo! That feels so good!"

In stark contrast to Ji Zuodao's heartache was Gouye's elation.

It stood upright, squatted on top of an armored vehicle, tilted its head back, opened its blood-red maw, and precisely caught the pieces of meat that fell from the sky, roasted to a crisp on the outside and tender on the inside.

They chewed with gusto, their mouths dripping with oil, their tails practically wagging like propellers.

"It's raining meat buns from the sky!"

"This is the right texture! This is the perfect cooking time! Seven-tenths done, with a hint of gunpowder, so authentic!"

Just after the second round of bombardment, some of the Wang family's Qi cultivators finally discovered a glimmer of hope.

Although the artillery fire was intense, it seemed to deliberately avoid the front line of the battlefield—the defensive line formed by the investigators of Bureau 749!

Yes!

They can't exactly bombard their own people with artillery fire, can they?!

"Charge! Grab them as hostages! Or make a scene!! This is our only chance to survive!!"

In their desperate situation, the group of Wang family cultivators unleashed their final ferocity and instantly changed direction.

Like moths drawn to a flame, they rushed desperately toward the group of investigators who were on high alert!

There were only forty or fifty people left, but they were all elites of the Wang family. Their cultivation level was at least at the Spirit Sea Realm, and there were as many as seven or eight of them at the Spirit Palace Realm.

At this moment, with the thought of certain death or being taken hostage, their charge was unusually fierce.

However, faced with this sudden, suicidal counter-offensive, the investigators from Bureau 749 at the front lines did not panic; on the contrary—

Their eyes lit up.

Like a sleeping tiger that has spotted a plump prey leaping right in front of it.

Liu Ming licked his slightly chapped lips, twisted his neck, and his knuckles made a soft popping sound.

Dozens of talismans were poised to be unleashed in his hands, and a hunting-like, excited smile appeared on his face:

"Damn it... I thought I was just going to be a background character tonight..."

"I never thought I could loosen up my muscles like this."

Beside him, the investigator codenamed "Mandrill" ripped off his slightly cumbersome tactical jacket.

His upper body, bronze-colored and muscular like rocks, was exposed beneath. A deep, beast-like growl emanated from his throat as his fists clashed together, producing a dull thud like metal striking metal.

"Hey guys, perk up! Don't let these stray dogs underestimate us, Jinghai 749!"

"When it comes to direct battlefield combat... we're the professionals!"

"roar--!"

The remaining investigators roared in unison, their voices not loud, but they were filled with a fierce and ruthless aura.

Their spiritual power remained hidden, yet they had already locked onto their respective targets.

Ji Zuodao lay on the tank, looking at the group of Wang family Qi cultivators who were charging towards him with shouts and roars, and was stunned at first.

Immediately, the pain and regret on his face vanished, replaced by ecstasy!

Wow, this is a delivery to my door! I can't refuse it!

He rubbed his hands together, watching the figures getting closer and closer, the green light in his eyes shining even brighter than when Dog Master saw the meat bone!

Look, my cultivation resources have grown legs and come running over to me.

Presumably because Ji Zuodao looked young and was easy to bully, there were seven Qi cultivators from the Wang family who came specifically for him.

Their cultivation level wasn't low either; the one hanging at the very back seemed to be at the Spirit Palace Realm.

Tsk tsk.

Why wouldn't you gladly accept such a tempting offer?

Ji Zuodao grinned, took off his shirt with one hand, and used the newly forged spine sword in the other to give himself a clean horizontal slash to the stomach!

"Pfft—"

The skin and flesh were torn open, but no blood gushed out.

From the depths of the rift, a terrifying "Hungry Ghost's Mouth," filled with fine, sharp teeth and constantly opening and closing, suddenly emerged!

"What...what is this?!"

The three people at the front suddenly narrowed their eyes and paused in their tracks.

Just that brief moment of delay—

"Hiss hiss hiss—!"

Hundreds of black tendrils, like hellish vines, burst forth from Ji Zuodao's body!

It precisely pierced the chests and abdomens of the two Qi cultivators on the left and right!

Then they all exerted their strength together.

"Ugh—!!"

The two only had time to let out a short, miserable scream before their bodies visibly withered away.

The essence and spiritual power were frantically sucked by the large tendons, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into two skinned skeletons.

The handsome cultivator in the middle turned pale and turned to flee, but it was too late.

Ji Zuodao flicked his wrist, and the spine sword flashed like a venomous snake's tongue—

"Sizzle!"

A sword pierced his throat.

Two swords pierced his heart.

With a twist and a slash, a complete human skin was peeled off and floated lightly into his hand.

"Gulp."

At the same time, the "Hungry Ghost's Mouth" on the belly suddenly sucked in, and the skinless body that had been peeled off and was still convulsing, along with the splattering blood and flesh, was instantly swallowed into it and disappeared.

They ate and took things in one go.