The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

The wind was strong on the rooftop, making the hem of the man's suit flap against his legs and the hem of his black cloak flutter loudly.

The man gritted his teeth, flicked his wrist to steady himself, his Adam's apple bobbing as he asked the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt, "What does this mean?"

His voice was lower than before, as if he had also sensed that something was wrong.

Upon hearing this, the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt raised his head again and looked at the full moon.

The moonlight fell on its pale face and on the faint smile at the corner of its mouth.

"You're right."

"Your identity is very useful."

"Our plan does indeed require your identity."

"However, we only need your identity."

"As for you—you're not important."

The man in the black suit frowned, his doubts deepening.

He shook his wrist, which was adorned with a watch, again, this time with more force: "What exactly do you mean?"

His voice held a hint of impatience; his feigned composure was crumbling little by little.

This time, the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt didn't say anything, but just waved.

Then, the man in the black suit stopped moving. He seemed to have been frozen in place by some invisible force, as if a pause button had been pressed.

His arm remained raised, his fingers spread, but everything was frozen in place.

His eyes could still move, and his lips could still move, but other than that, he couldn't even move a finger, let alone use his own abilities.

"How...how is this possible?" His voice trembled.

"But...I..."

"An eighth-tier ability user..."

Upon hearing this, a strange smile appeared on the thin face of the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt.

"Heh, eighth rank." It shook its head, as if talking about something insignificant.

"You're a coward, and you're really afraid of dying."

"You are indeed very bold, daring to risk betraying your own people to accept our gifts."

"Yet they are hesitant and timid even in such trivial matters."

"Sigh, so bold yet so afraid of death."

"Humans are truly a peculiar race."

Its tone contained no anger, no disdain, only a simple, curious感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection).

Then, the man in the black cloak looked at the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt, a glint of light flashing in his pure black eyes, as if he were asking a question.

The figure nodded slightly.

Without any hesitation, the black cloak instantly transformed into a thick, red liquid.

That wasn't blood; it was thicker, brighter, and more fluid than blood, like a living liquid compressed to its extreme.

It surged out from under the cloak, drew an arc in the air, and then began to slowly cover the body of the man in the black suit.

Starting from his toes, the red liquid snaked upwards, winding its way up his calves, knees, and thighs.

The man could only watch helplessly as the red liquid gradually covered his body. His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his lips trembled.

He could feel that he was constantly losing control of every inch of his body covered in the red liquid.

The feeling wasn't just being frozen; it was as if something was taking over his muscles, his bones, and his nerves from the outside in.

"This is..." His voice was almost forced out of his throat, "What..."

The figure in the white short-sleeved shirt replied in an eerie voice, "Didn't I already tell you?"

Its lips curled up even higher, and its smile looked particularly eerie in the moonlight.

The red liquid continued to spread upwards, sweeping across the waist, abdomen, chest, and arms, and finally, it gradually covered the man's head.

His eyes were still moving, his eyelashes were still trembling, and his lips were still moving, but no sound came out.

At this point, the man was speechless.

His last glance fell on the watch he was wearing.

It was a pure black watch, its dial gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

Then, his vision went completely black.

As the last ray of light vanished and his last vestige of consciousness dissipated, his world was left with only boundless, cold darkness.

After the red liquid completely covered the man, it writhed violently twice.

It's like adapting to this new body, like checking if this new machine is working properly.

Then, it abruptly retracted into the man's body. The red liquid seeped from the skin's surface into the pores, from the pores into the fascia, from the fascia into the muscles, from the muscles into the bones, and within seconds, all the red fluid vanished completely, leaving not a single drop.

The black suit, made of exceptional fabric, was once again revealed, gleaming under the moonlight.

Then, the man opened his eyes.

It was the same pair of eyes, the same color, the same shape, the same size.

But a sticky glint flashed deep in his eyes.

He turned his head, flexed his fingers, and bent his knees, as if testing the performance of his new body.

Then, he nodded at the figure in the white short-sleeved shirt.

The figure said calmly, "Let's go—Chen Yinhuo."

The next moment, the two figures disappeared from the rooftop of the building.

At the same time, a torchbearer who was on patrol in Jiangdong City suddenly paused.

Then he looked down and took out his personal cell phone from his trench coat pocket.

The screen lit up, and an email with an audio file lay quietly in his inbox. The sender was a number he didn't recognize.

He opened the email.

The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted.

. . .

Meanwhile, in the deep dark realm.

Wu You had just reached the edge of the Class A danger zone.

Dark mist churned around him, and crimson light shone down from the direction of the black sun, staining everything with an ominous hue.

Indeed, even though it is night, the sun still hangs in the sky.

Or rather, in the deep, dark realm, there is never a concept of day or night.

Before Wu You lay an even thicker, deeper, and more dangerous fog.

As he passed through the B-level danger zone that he had already cleared, he also took care of a few fifth or sixth-level zombies.

Wu You stroked his chin: "It seems that the Dark Mist Tide brought some zombie species here."

Without hesitation, he plunged into the dense fog of the Class A danger zone.

The resonator's light swept a narrow path in front of him, and where the beam of light reached, swampy mud, twisted dead trees, and jagged rocks emerged from the darkness. He moved slowly and cautiously.

This time, instead of wandering around trying his luck like yesterday, he looked down and patted the little black cat in his trench coat pocket.

The kitten was dozing off when he patted it twice. It opened its eyes groggily, its deep blue pupils still heavy with sleep.

"Try to sense if there are any lone zombies nearby."

He paused, then added, "It doesn't have to be a lone one, three or less is fine."

Thanks to the blue light gift from the Fifth Lord of the Underworld and the slow improvement in his physical condition from the Crimson Sun Fruit, he has recovered considerably.

There should be no problem unleashing the sword intent of the Pivot of Calamity at least twice more.

Upon hearing this, the little black cat nodded. It understood Wu You's meaning and then closed its eyes.

Those deep blue eyes were hidden by thin eyelids, but their ears began to twitch incessantly, as if trying to catch some sound that humans couldn't hear.

Its nose was also twitching constantly, sniffing in different directions, as if trying to distinguish the various scents mixed in the air.

Wu You patted its little head and whispered, "These are all lustful corpses that have invaded your clan's bodies, so you'd better do a good job."

Upon hearing this, as if struck by a thorn, the little black cat's ears twitched even more violently, its expression became serious, its brows furrowed slightly, and its nose twitched more frequently.

Then it opened its eyes. It first looked straight ahead, then looked to the right front, and then meowed in each of those directions.

One was short and sharp, the other was longer.

"Both directions meet the criteria, but directly in front is closer, right?"

The little black cat nodded, its head bobbing up and down twice, the movement very light, but very certain.

Wu You looked up to his right and directly ahead, where there was only a thick fog. He couldn't sense anything—no energy fluctuations, no aura leaking out, and no signs of any corpse species.

Without further hesitation, Wu You stepped into the air and flew straight ahead.

Thick fog swirled around him, trying to envelop and devour him like a living thing, but the white light from the resonator was like a knife, cleaving a path through the fog.

He flew for about two minutes, not very fast, but he was always aware of his surroundings and proceeded cautiously.

The swamp on the ground grew deeper and deeper, the silt became darker and darker, and the shapes of the strange rocks became more and more grotesque.

Finally, after flying for about two kilometers, a blurry black shadow appeared in his field of vision.

The dark figure loomed in and out of sight in the thick fog; it was quite large, resembling a giant beast lying on the ground.

It remained still, as if resting, or perhaps waiting for its prey to approach.

Wu You slowed down again, concealed his aura, and slowly approached.

As they drew closer, the outline of the dark figure became clearer: it was a reptile covered in black carapace, resembling a crocodile but several times larger, with short, thick limbs, a tail dragging in the swamp, and half its body buried in the mud.

Its eyes were closed, and the black mist around its body was very faint, dissipating and contracting steadily and evenly with its breathing.

It was at the eighth rank, but its aura wasn't strong; it was even weaker than the smaller giant bird corpse from before.

And at this level, there's no need to use the Pivot Sword Intent.

Wu You quickly assessed the situation in his mind, then made a fist with his right hand. Starlight was drawn down from the still existing star in the sky and condensed into a jet-black longsword in his palm.

This time, Wu You simply condensed the sword body without using the sword intent of the Pivot Tribulation.

Then he used the power of the Seven Luminaries Sword to coat the blade with a faint silver-white light.

He approached silently, and when he was less than fifty meters away from the giant beast, its eyes suddenly opened, its pure black pupils staring at Wu You, reflecting his long white hair and black trench coat. Then it opened its mouth and let out a low, warning roar.

But it was too late.

Wu You's figure disappeared from the spot and appeared on the top of the giant beast's head in the next instant.

A silvery-white sword light exploded in the darkness.

Tianxuan Binding Star Sword + Tianquan Wenqu Sword + Yuheng Lianzhen Sword + Yaoguang Dongming Sword + Tianshu Pojun Sword!

The final strike, formed by the stacking of five swords, pierced directly into the crevice of the giant beast's skull.

The giant beast's body trembled violently, its tail whipping wildly in the swamp, splashing up large amounts of black mud.

But it was all too late. The silvery-white sword light exploded inside its head, instantly destroying the lustful corpse seed hidden within.

The enormous body froze, then began to disintegrate.

However, it wasn't the kind of complete destruction that started from the smallest unit like the Pivot Sword, but rather the normal death of the corpse species that turned into black smoke and dissipated.

Experience points +15000.

Wu You sheathed his sword and landed on a protruding black rock. He took a small black cat out of his trench coat pocket. The kitten's eyes were open, its deep blue pupils reflecting the dissipating remains of the giant beast. Its ears were perked up, and its tail swayed gently in the pocket.

The black cat's sensory abilities have now been verified, and its sensing range of over two kilometers has surprised him greatly.

Wu You patted its little head, his tone unusually relaxed and amused: "I just thought I'd give it a try, but I didn't expect it to actually work."

"The cat team has really done a great job this time."