In the pitch-black darkness.
The Plague Symbiotes launched their infection upon Zhou Zhi.
Amid it all, Zhou Zhi observed carefully.
The little secretary, Twenty-Three, meticulously recorded the information.
"First."
Tilting his head, Zhou Zhi dodged the opponent's granulation piercing attack.
"Their degree of infection is above ninety-nine percent, but the plague entity itself seems capable of controlling the degree of infection. This allows these so-called Plague Symbiotes to remain in a state of high infection—and thus high combat power—for extended periods."
Zhou Zhi was very interested in this new system.
"Second."
"This type of Plague Exterminator... can they even be called Plague Exterminators?"
Looking at the humanoid monster covered in granulation tissue, completely intermingled with the surrounding plague, Zhou Zhi arrived at a negative conclusion.
"They likewise cannot use Plague-Slaying Blades. Beyond that, they cannot even wear the other two pieces of Plague Exterminator gear: Plague Armor and Plague Masks."
Zhou Zhi leaped into the air and kicked one of Zhai Ya's lackeys to pieces.
Yet the other party did not die, instead reviving through the Power of Pestilence.
"Third, and this is crucial."
Zhou Zhi scrutinized the area below.
"The combat strength of Symbiotes cannot yet be determined, but their regenerative ability is exceptionally strong, almost equivalent to plagues of the same type. On top of that, they seem able to use human bodies to evade basic infection screening."
In a flash, Zhou Zhi landed on the ground.
Twenty-Three rapidly took notes.
Zhai Ya and his lackeys finally sensed that something was wrong.
The man before them seemed to be playing around.
And within this infection-ridden area, the infection on his body had not increased in the slightest.
"That should be enough, right?"
Zhou Zhi asked.
"That should be enough."
Twenty-Three nodded.
Zhou Zhi spoke calmly.
"Genetic Art."
"[Degeneration]."