Simultaneous Transmigration: Starting from the Main God Space

Chapter 109 Living Towards Death

Before she could catch her breath, two other pale, ghostly claws touched her back and neck.

The moment Zhao Yingkong drew her sword, her body contorted in a way that was incomprehensible to ordinary people. Her spine was as flexible as if it had lost its joints, narrowly avoiding the two pale, ghostly claws that simultaneously grabbed from the side.

The icy fingertips almost grazed her combat uniform, and the bone-chilling cold instantly sent shivers down her spine.

The first stage of gene locking!

That familiar, soul-tearing pain arrived as expected, like thousands of red-hot steel needles suddenly exploding from the depths of the brain, piercing wildly into every part of the body.

The world before my eyes suddenly became incredibly clear, yet it was covered by a thin, pulsating blood-red film.

Every tiny crack on the wall, every speck of dust floating in the air, the gray-black skin flakes peeling off the fingertips of Kayako's clone opposite her—all the details were magnified a hundredfold and forcibly injected into her consciousness.

The pain was like a raging storm, almost overwhelming her will.

However, just as consciousness was about to be submerged, a name emerged like the most solid reef amidst the raging waves: Zhao Zhuikong!

This name, like a lightning bolt, cleaved through the chaotic pain, bringing a self-destructive clarity to Xi Jinping's mind.

The old scar on my heart, pierced by betrayal, seemed to be torn open by an invisible hand at this moment, bleeding profusely and causing excruciating pain.

It was this deep-seated hatred, like the most violent fuel, that instantly ignited her crumbling will. Her chaotic senses were forcibly unified amidst the excruciating pain, transforming into a cold and clear fighting instinct.

But the gasp for breath was only momentary.

Seven more solidified clones, exuding a stronger aura of resentment, suddenly seeped out from under the walls, ceiling, and even the floor, pressing in layer upon layer. The intense resentment almost solidified into a physical form, and even the air became thick and stagnant.

The blade of Jingzhe struggled to cut through the narrow gap, each slash accompanied by a piercing hiss and the dissipation of black resentment.

Zhao Yingkong's movements remained swift and precise, but with each block and dodge, her arms trembled slightly, and her breathing began to become heavy and noisy.

Surrounded and trapped, every breath she took was filled with the thick stench of curses and decaying corpses.

"Danger! Come back quickly!"

Zheng Zha's roar finally shattered the deathly silence, carrying an undeniable urgency.

His muscles bulged, as if he were about to plunge into that vortex of death.

The sound reached Zhao Yingkong's ears, but it was like a pebble thrown into a deep pool.

She didn't even turn her head; her gaze remained fixed on the dark core deep within, churning with the deepest malice.

Reward Points - Side Quests - The keys these veterans spoke of leading to the other side of power had long been forged in her heart into the shape of a single key - a key powerful enough to unlock the vengeful hell that imprisoned Zhao Zhuikong!

The cruel arena of the Main God Space became the only ray of light in her abyss of despair.

How could she back down?

How can we retreat!

This thought transformed into a surge of molten lava, instantly burning away the fatigue and fear in my body.

However, there are simply too many kayaks.

She'd just taken one down when more pale arms swarmed in from all directions, like a white forest of death. A cold hand suddenly gripped her left ankle!

The biting cold instantly penetrated my body, as if countless ice needles were piercing my bone marrow along my blood vessels.

The muscles in her left leg instantly went numb and stiffened. A strong sense of resentment and despair surged into her mind like venom from the point of contact, and countless shrill auditory hallucinations almost tore her eardrums apart.

"Get out of here!"

Zhao Yingkong's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and her bloodshot eyes were filled with an almost insane killing intent.

She didn't even look down at the ghostly claw. The Jingzhe short knife transformed into a cyan arc of death, slicing down precisely along the outside of Zhao Yingkong's own calf! The blade severed the wrist of the pale ghostly claw without any resistance.

The severed demonic claw, as if corroded by strong acid, quickly turned into black smoke and dissipated, while the pungent smell of burning flesh once again wafted from the severed wrist. The numbness in his left leg lessened slightly, but the chilling aura had not completely dissipated.

More pale figures filled the gap, completely sealing off all her escape routes. Twisted faces were almost pressed against hers, the stench of decay filling her nostrils.

The aura of death was so thick it was suffocating.

Zhao Yingkong could even see every rotten pore on that face and the resentful look in his eyes.

However, in this critical moment, the corner of her mouth twitched upwards slightly.

That wasn't a smile, but the ferocity of a wild beast baring its fangs in a desperate situation!

She abandoned all blocking and dodging actions.

He suddenly bent forward, like a spring compressed to its limit, pouring all his strength, all his will, all his pain and hatred into his right arm holding the knife.

She held the short knife in her hand with the tip pointing backward, close to her forearm.

"die!"

A sharp shout rang out, so piercing it seemed to break through the cage constructed by the vengeful spirit.

Her body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, advancing instead of retreating. Using the Jingzhe short sword as a sharp drill, she transformed into a resolute black meteor, crashing headlong into the wall of people in front of her, where Kayako's clones were most concentrated, like a pale white wall!

The blade pierces the body!

The bluish-gray light of the Awakening of Insects was more concentrated and intense than ever before at this moment!

Where the blade passes, it doesn't cut, but utterly annihilates.

Any pale limbs or torsos that tried to stop this desperate charge melted and vaporized silently the moment they came into contact with that bluish light, like ice and snow under the scorching sun, leaving behind hissing scorch marks and pungent black smoke.

Zhao Yingkong's body became the most violent weapon, forcibly advancing under the tearing and scratching of countless venomous arms.

Her clothes were torn, and cold, ghostly claws left dark blue scratches on her bare arms and shoulders. Each touch brought a bone-chilling cold and a violent feeling of soul-tearing, the frenzied erosion of countless dead people's resentment.

The excruciating pain and coldness gnawed at her nerves like maggots clinging to her bones.

"We can't stop—stopping means death—"

Her consciousness began to blur under the dual assault of excruciating pain and chilling cold; the burden of unlocking her genetic potential was as heavy as a mountain.

The pale, menacing face before me began to twist, spin, and distort in my blood-red vision—

In a daze, a handsome face with a cynical smile strangely overlapped with Kayako's resentful and twisted face! It was Zhao Zhuikong! That face was wearing that all-too-familiar, cruel smile, like a cat playing with a mouse, silently mocking her struggles and futility!

"Zhao—Zhui—Kong!"

These three words were like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing Zhao Yingkong's collapsing mind.

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