World's Resistance 2

Terrifying shockwaves and impact force spread outward from the Centipede King, sending rings of air currents and dust billowing in every direction.

The forest floor and trees instantly erupted into vast clouds of debris, which turned into gray mist and obscured the view.

More than a full minute passed before the gray mist slowly thinned, and visibility returned.

Half of the Centipede King's head had been smashed to pieces. Its body lay limp on the ground, still twitching incessantly.

Lin Sheng's expression remained calm. Bare-chested, the enormous floral tattoo on his chest was slowly glowing with white fluorescence.

"See? Turned to mud," he said calmly as he looked at the Centipede King's half-smashed, mud-like head.

"You!!? Why, exactly!?"

The Centipede King's remaining mouthparts squirmed. Even on the verge of death, it could not imagine how it had offended this guy. He had attacked the moment they met—and attacked with lethal intent!

"Ah, I just came to test how strong I am. Running into you was just bad luck on your part. Don't take it personally."

Lin Sheng pressed his hand into the Centipede King's mangled remains. Four Holy Shadows began analyzing it at once.

The Centipede King still had one last breath left. Upon hearing those words, its entire body convulsed violently. It trembled for quite a while before finally breathing its last.

'Establishing sub-database: Shadow Plane. Beginning project task establishment.' The Holy Shadows began their work.

'Analysis assignments complete.'

'Collecting blood sample. Collecting muscle sample. Collecting bone and carapace sample.'

'Database imported. Beginning parameter comparison.'

'Analysis commencing. Please wait.'

A dozen or so seconds later.

Lin Sheng withdrew his hand from the mush. The huge puddle of Centipede King pulp before him had almost entirely been collected, leaving very little behind.

Who knew where the Holy Shadows had taken