This was a source of mental pollution. Ke Meng had already felt countless negative emotions surging toward him like a tide.
There were all kinds of resentments, directed at society, at men and women, at school, at family, and more.
Besides Deacon Zhu's own resentment, he had inherited the dark, negative emotions of the humans he had invaded. Now they erupted like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing Ke Meng.
Ke Meng used Shadow-Grasping Hand, trying to seize the mutated shadow.
But the shadow had already begun to mutate, making it extremely difficult to grasp.
When his hand closed around it, it felt like grabbing a vast mass of slime. He could not pull it out.
At that moment, the shadow and body had fused into one. The entire body was an enormous source of pollution, with no distinction between flesh and shadow. Shadow-Grasping Hand gave him the sense that it could not be seized.
Ke Meng reached out again, and a Steel-Core Bullet appeared in his hand.
He drained all the electricity from the Ring, forming an ultrahigh-voltage electric field. In an instant, the Steel-Core Bullet accelerated to several times the speed of sound.
Boom!
The strange insect body was struck by the kinetic round and immediately blasted apart.
Slime and writhing black flesh splattered everywhere.
Ke Meng took the shock wave at close range, but his body withstood it. He was unharmed.
The floor of the Holy Light Room was gouged three feet deep, strewn with mangled flesh.
Holy light poured down, continuously purifying it.
But there was simply too much negativity within Deacon Zhu. Strange things sprouted from the surface of every scattered piece of black flesh.
From a distance, they looked like quivering cilia. Up close, they resembled indescribable tentacles.
They trembled constantly, rubbing against the air.