That place radiated chaotic Mental Strength laden with the stench of death and decay, more capable of piercing Huo Yushen's Mental Strength defenses than any energy from the aliens.
An irresistible, viscous malice, along with whispers and murmurs, spread through his mental domain at the same time.
Everything before his eyes, including several dilapidated steel pipes protruding from the Space Fortress ahead, began to twist and melt, as if transforming into wriggling tentacles.
The tentacles were pale and swollen, like skinned octopuses. Before his eyes, they split into two, then two into four, four into eight...
In the end, they became countless tentacles, carrying the stench of rotten food that had accumulated over tens of thousands of years, flooding his sense of smell.
For a moment, he could not tell whether the scene before him was real or an illusion.
Huo Yushen's stomach churned violently, and cold sweat instantly seeped through his back.
He clenched his teeth hard enough to taste a trace of fishy-sweet rust.
This was a "smell" that transcended the senses, filled with blasphemy, chaos, and ugliness. It bypassed the sense of smell and struck directly at the human soul and consciousness, making adaptation completely impossible.
Left with no choice, Huo Yushen took out a gorgeous Dark Gold Cloak-shaped object.
It was a treasure She Zhuyin had given him. When he was little, she had made him carry it every day for protection.
After he became an adult, he had never used it again.
This time, to cooperate with Xia Chujian, he had brought it along after all.
Because he knew full well that to hold back an existence on the level of Broud's Phantom, even the abilities of a Tang Level Gene Evolver might not be enough. He had to go all out.
Now that he