"Damn it, the Doomsday Cult was behind this all along! Those damned pests just won't stay dead!"
He naturally understood what the Doomsday Cult represented. Shock and rage warred within him.
But even more corpses had already completed their mutations.
Metallic tumors bulged beneath their skin, and their spines burst through their backs, forming bone whips. Some even twisted their heads a hundred and eighty degrees and spat foul, corrosive fluid from their mouths.
The Mechanical Mother suddenly let out a muffled groan.
A third of the nanomachines in the silver torrent she controlled had been contaminated by the gray mist and turned against her, surging toward her true body.
Rust instantly spread across her silver-white shell, and cracks appeared in the twelve crystals on her chest.
"Mother!"
Three powerful members of the Mechanical Race leapt out at once, forming a triangular formation around her.
Their back armor opened, unleashing a dense web of lasers, but it couldn't stop the gray mist from seeping through every gap.
The Mechanical Race warrior on the far left suddenly froze. The blue light in his eyes turned scarlet.
He slowly turned his head, his arm transforming into a spinning chainsaw, and slashed viciously at his companion's neck.
"He's been infected by the virus and taken over!"
Zhan Yun swept her giant axe across, slicing the treacherous warrior in half at the waist.
But what sprayed from the severed body wasn't energy fluid—it was a viscous, gray-white substance.
The Eye of the Void had completely changed by now.
Its crystal heart burst into a rain of shards, each fragment reflecting a different image of the Black Robed Figure.
The gray mist solidified into chains, contaminating all of the Mechanical Mother's remaining nanomachines.
The Black Robed Figure's voice came from every direction, dripping with mockery