Mist-Locked Plains.
Center.
The enormous crater testified to the brutal battle that had taken place here.
The heavy stench of disease, the blood-red corpses strewn across the ground—vast amounts of disease-ridden fluid controlled by Ai remained here. If left uncleared, this place would become a diseased ruin, giving rise to all manner of plagues subordinate to Ebola.
Amid the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The woman in teal gloves slowly emerged.
Her steps were light as she carried Qin Liao in her right hand and looked into the distance.
"The power of the Second Generation President isn't merely hereditary. As expected, it also involves the cellular level."
Tu Luming's body bore numerous wounds. Ai had not yet died, and its disease would flow into Tu Luming along with all kinds of bodily fluids.
From a pharmacist's perspective, all disease stemmed from cellular damage. Perhaps, in the pursuit of the Plague Exterminator path, cells were the ultimate answer to everything—though that was merely speculation.
"Is Ai... dead?"
Hanging from Tu Luming's hand, Qin Liao asked quietly.
Surrounded by the zombie army, there had been one moment when death had seemed inevitable.
At the time, Qin Liao had felt some regret.
After all, as a drugman, he might never get another chance to take revenge on the Medical Department.
Yet in the end, he had survived as a [human].
Tu Luming shook her head. "No."
"Ai's true body isn't particularly powerful, but it's exceptionally cunning and difficult to kill. Besides, it is a Progenitor-level entity..."
Tu Luming's Liberation Transformation was fading, and nearly all the spiritual energy in her body had been depleted.
"And that Second Generation President seems to be growing stronger and stronger."
Qin Liao's heart jolted at Tu Luming's words.
The female pharmacist said softly, "Back in