The Titan Building Won't Attack Us? Then We'll Attack It!

"Skulls rose like mountains, hair matted into sheets, flesh rotted into mud and dust!"

Inside Demon King Castle, Xu Lang's pupils contracted, and his face went faintly pale.

The sight inside that town was disgusting!

Titan Building had begun to descend, so he had returned. Knowing the Blood Mist World would likely stir as well, he had sent out more Strange Tales—and this was what he saw.

"Xu Lang, what's wrong?" Cao Yaxuan asked with concern.

"Do you want to know?" Xu Lang asked.

"Yes!" Tong Qi nodded eagerly.

Xu Lang thoughtfully took out paper and a pen. As he explained, he quickly drew a picture. "This is one of them."

The women leaned in. One glance made their stomachs turn; they nearly threw up.

The drawing showed a flattened person whose body had stuck together. Every facial feature and limb was out of place, and it had ratlike traits. It looked like a Picasso painting rendered in realistic detail.

"Xu Lang, don't show us something that vile!" Cao Yaxuan's Sanity had dropped.

"What exactly is happening out there?" Wang Yazhi asked.

Xu Lang shrugged and gave them a detailed rundown.

Shirley rubbed her chin. "Such obvious cultural features... It can't be a coincidence. Our theory about the myriad worlds reflecting one another is true!"

Everyone found that convincing.

If Earth's civilization were truly independent, it could not have so easily produced such a close match. The Flesh Bodhisattva might be a monster, but it undeniably bore cultural features from human civilization.

And the human civilization in the Zombie Assault world also had faint traces of a similar religion, though it was nowhere near as widespread as on Earth.

"Xu Lang, Xu Lang, what's happening outside now?" Cao Yaxuan asked impatiently. "Those monsters aren't going to fight, are they?"

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