Fury

The shockwave from the interrupted promotion echoed deep within the giant underground cavity for a long time.

The originally stable flow of the Fungal Collective Source was completely disrupted. Countless deep Mycelium convulsed and spasmed. The entire dark nest lost its previous restraint and restraint, and was completely devoured by extreme rage.

The Blood Taisui's survival-dependent advancement rhythm, meticulous energy consumption layout, and steady growth trajectory were completely shattered by Lu Heng's all-out attack.

The deathly silence shattered in an instant.

All the hidden Mycelium underground were exposed, densely covering the rock walls, the ground, and the cave ceiling, twisting and surging wildly. The thousands of mummies that had been dormant and sealed away were completely released from their microbial confinement.

The body, with its misaligned bones and stiff muscles, trembled violently, and the hollow eye sockets glowed with the dark light of bacteria.

The Global Region Zombie Tide has fully revived.

There was no unnecessary probing, no tactical maneuvering.

In its rage, the Blood Taisui completely abandoned all instincts to conserve energy.

Lu Heng knew that disaster was imminent and dared not delay for even a moment.

He raised his hand and tapped the Storage Space on his Wristband. With a flick of his finger, two crucial resources instantly fell into his palm: a translucent Soul Crystal and a warm, smooth Flesh Core.

Having just unleashed his full Mental Heat, his mental strength was nearly exhausted, and his physical injuries were piling up, leaving him barely holding on.

He immediately shut up and crushed the Soul Crystal.

A pure torrent of spirit surged down my throat and into my limbs, quickly replenishing my depleted Mental Channels. The dizziness and emptiness in my mind quickly faded, and the numbness caused by overexertion gradually dissipated.

Following the refining of the Flesh Core, the warm energy permeates the entire body, repairing the blunt injuries and shocks to the shoulders, back, chest, and waist, and gradually easing the tension and damage to the muscles.

In just a few breaths, the depleted state was forcibly pulled back by more than half.

In a brief moment of respite, Lu Heng felt a surge of barely concealed frustration and helplessness.

His initial investigation into the underground disturbances revealed a very low probability of anything.

The worst-case scenario in my mind is encountering a regular Silver Tier Aberrant like a Bear King.

It possesses a powerful physique, ferocious attacks, and thick skin, but it is ultimately a physical monster.

He possesses the Kiss of Nightmare, the Bone Demon Puppet, and experience in close combat. He can maneuver, break through enemy attacks, and hunt down prey; he is fully capable of fighting.

But the Blood Taisui before us completely defied all conventional understanding.

It has no fixed physical form, its Global Region is composed of Mycelium, and it controls the battlefield through mental erosion and parasitism.

The thought of guns sent a chill down his spine.

The Kiss of Nightmare is now completely nullified.

The firearms' destructive power targets physical flesh, bones, and organs, penetrating armor and possessing unique properties against supernatural entities. They can effectively target endless Mycelium, invisible bacterial colonies, and interconnected bodies within entire nests, leaving no effective target point.

It cannot hit the core, penetrate the bacterial community, or break the parasitic system.

A knife cannot cut through the silk threads, and a gun cannot kill the source.

Lu Heng felt nothing but self-mockery.

Having ventured into the post-apocalyptic world, I've encountered all sorts of beasts, Aberrant, parasites, and ferocious reptiles, and each one has its own clues and weaknesses to exploit.

Unfortunately, they encountered a special type of mutant fungus that was highly specialized, parasitic in Global Region, and had no physical weaknesses.

That's truly the worst luck imaginable.

Before my thoughts could settle, the surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped.

The horde of corpses in the entire hollow cavity began to stir completely.

The tens of thousands of mummies no longer twitched in disarray, but instead surged and swooped down from all directions like rolling black waves.

Blocking all escape routes and covering all evasive space, it swept in with a putrid and foul stench.

The dense, dark shadows blocked out the last glimmer of light from underground, and the oppressive feeling of death instantly filled the entire nest.

Just as the horde of zombies got close, Lu Heng stopped holding back his trump cards.

The dark tattoo on his body suddenly shone, the jet-black lines breaking through his skin and taking shape.

A jet-black King Snake detached itself from the body in an instant, its agile and swift movements shaking off layers of corpses and ignoring the surrounding Mycelium, charging straight towards the very edge of the Fungal Nest's core.

Lu Heng kept moving, wielding Deboning Knife in close combat, while simultaneously using his mental power to remotely control the King Snake's movements.

The mummified corpse lunged at him, its movements stiff yet extremely ferocious as it raised its hands to scratch and bite.

The blade moved with clean, decisive strokes, each slash precisely shattering the desiccated corpse's head and severing its deformed limbs. One body after another fell to the ground, crumbling into decaying debris.

The Bone Demon stood to his side, its bone blade sweeping across, forcefully cleaving open a safe zone and shielding him from all attacks from the side.

But it didn't work.

Ten bodies fell, and immediately a hundred more surged forward.

Crush a row of them, then immediately cover with a layer.

The underground is the absolute home ground of the Blood Taisui, where the sealed corpses are endless, and the Mycelium continuously generates combat power, so the zombie horde can be replenished forever.

While the close-quarters combat was at a stalemate, the pitch-black King Snake had already reached the edge of the Fungal Nest's core.

The sharp, Poison Fang snapped shut, tore, and twisted violently, frantically destroying the protective Mycelium network on the outer layer of the core.

This bite completely ignited the Blood Taisui's extreme rage.

It is the Fungal Collective Source, the underground overlord that establishes itself through mental erosion, consciousness suppression, and Mycelium parasitism.

Mental Energy is its oldest, most fundamental, and most prized core capability.

But now, a tiny human, having exhausted its Mental Energy to interrupt its advancement, and then using the same spiritual power to condense King Snake, turned around and used its most proficient method to ruthlessly trample on its body's veins.

This is not a fight; it is a blatant humiliation.

It used its signature move to slap them in the face.

The bacteria deep underground suddenly boiled and went berserk, the already raging Mycelium became even more frenzied, and the entire cavity trembled violently.

The Blood Taisui, thoroughly offended, completely lost control.

Regardless of losses or costs.

All free Mycelium, all dormant energy, and all remaining corpses were mobilized.

The horde of corpses, which was originally like waves, transformed into a towering black tsunami, relentlessly and without any blind spots crushing and covering the entire airspace.

Without pause, without gap, giving no chance to catch their breath or retaliate.

Lu Heng wielded the knife faster and faster, his arm muscles constantly tensing and aching.

His eyes were cold, and his movements were never hesitant. He slashed at the onrushing corpses one after another.

The Bone Demon's bone blades cleaved through hordes of corpses time and again, sending black fragments flying everywhere.

But the feeling of despair continued to spread and amplify in my heart.

They can't kill them all.

There are simply too many to kill.

He has trump cards to restrain his opponent, means to retaliate, and the ability to severely damage the core.

He can launch surprise attacks, break stalemates, interrupt promotions, and tear apart the microbial community.

But he couldn't outlast the entire underground nest.

Human strength has its limits, but the tide of corpses never runs dry.

Mental energy may be depleted, physical strength may be exhausted, and injuries may accumulate, but this cage constructed of Mycelium and corpses will never tire or stop.

Endless shadows pressed in relentlessly, and a stench of decay enveloped them completely.

Lu Heng stood in the center of the zombie horde, slashing again and again. Before him were endless enemies, beneath his feet was sticky, putrid mud, and above him was a collapsed, cut-off escape route.

The cards in hand are effective, and the playing style is restrained.

He was trapped in this hopeless situation.

The enraged Tai Sui, through the endless horde of corpses, was fixated on the human who had utterly offended it.