Toying with Them

Survivors gathered from all directions, their footsteps growing ever denser.

No one bothered to hide their presence anymore.

The earlier incident, in which several people died silently in the reeds, was so well concealed that no one noticed. In everyone's eyes, this battlefield was an unclaimed piece of meat, and the lone man guarding the treasures was already at his last gasp.

A steady stream of figures emerged from all parts of the Withered Reed Plain, the scattered individuals quickly forming small groups, understanding each other without words.

All eyes were fixed on the treasure chests in the center of the arena, especially the two high-level treasure chests with unique patterns.

All that remains in everyone's heart is the greed for something for nothing.

Lu Heng stood among the treasure chests, his expression calm, showing no intention of taking the initiative to stop them.

The Greedy Wolf Power, abundant on his body, lay dormant. His body was at its peak, fully replenished. The dual alien origins he had just absorbed had completely solidified his physical strength and replenished all his energy. Facing dozens of survivors gradually surrounding him, he felt no pressure whatsoever.

He didn't raise his gun, didn't hold his axe, and didn't even move an inch.

His mind settled deep underground, quietly stimulating the Blood Taisui Mycelium buried deep in the soil.

Countless fine Mycelium, invisible to the naked eye, rapidly extend, spread, and intertwine along the cracks in the soil.

Silently, a massive underground network rapidly formed around the entire treasure chest battlefield, covering an area within a radius of tens of meters.

The entire area fell under his control.

There were no unusual phenomena, lights, or soil disturbances on the ground.

Ordinary human eyesight and sense of danger are completely unable to detect the hidden arrangements underground.

Unaware of the approaching survivors, the group stepped through the withered grass and mud, gradually entering the area shrouded in Mycelium.

One wave, two waves, three waves.

Everyone who entered the venue was trapped in an invisible cage.

Lu Heng stood quietly in place, coldly observing the movements of everyone in the room.

When the last batch of survivors who had been probing the perimeter finally stepped into the encirclement, his fingertips twitched slightly, and his mind tightened abruptly.

The Mycelium buried underground is instantly activated.

Countless tiny silk threads rapidly penetrated the human body through the pores and skin gaps on the soles of people's feet. The process was silent, painless, and without any numbness or even noticeable abnormalities.

In a mere instant, everyone in the arena was parasitized by the Blood Taisui.

They remained conscious, their greed, restlessness, and covetousness undiminished.

However, control over her body had completely slipped from her grasp and was now entirely in Lu Heng's hands.

Originally, everyone's goals were highly aligned.

They joined forces to besiege Lu Heng in the center and divide up the treasure chests scattered all over the ground.

The next second, Lu Heng completely distorted everyone's action commands.

Silent control, covering the entire arena.

The survivors, who had just been exchanging glances and working together in perfect harmony, suddenly changed their actions.

Without any warning, the two closest teams suddenly turned around and swung their arms to attack their companions.

Fists and feet flew, short blades thrust out, and roars suddenly exploded.

The chaos came unexpectedly.

Some people were stunned and didn't have time to react before their companion punched them in the face.

Someone suddenly attacked with a blade, stabbing straight at their teammate who had just been standing side by side.

The team's perfect coordination crumbled instantly.

Everyone was forcibly manipulated, lost their original goals, and were left only with indiscriminate attacks on each other.

Some people want to stop; they are conscious, but their bodies won't obey them.

He watched helplessly as his fists smashed into others, as the weapon in his hand tore through his companion's flesh, completely unable to control his body movements.

Panic, shock, and despair instantly swept through the entire scene.

Chaotic fighting erupted completely.

Dozens of survivors were crammed into the small battlefield, fighting, tearing at each other, and battling.

There were no tactics, no coordination, only a manipulated, frantic exchange of attacks, a veritable dog-eat-dog fight with no bottom line.

Roars, muffled thuds, and the sounds of flesh tearing echoed continuously across the desolate wasteland.

Lu Heng retreated to the edge of the field and quietly watched the whole farce unfold.

He didn't interfere in the slightest, nor did he take any action to reap the rewards; he simply watched indifferently as this group of people with malicious intentions slaughtered each other.

This group of people hid in the shadows the entire time to avoid battle.

When the alien races were fighting, no one dared to take a single step forward. But once the battle was over, they swarmed in with the intention of taking advantage of the chaos and launching a sneak attack.

There is not a single innocent person.

Everyone is driven by greed, trying to steal the spoils that others have fought so hard for.

Lu Heng maintained control over the Mycelium while simultaneously activating his mental perception to keep a close eye on the movements around the wasteland.

He deliberately left gaps in the view from the outside, without completely blocking the passage.

He's waiting.

Wait until more survivors attracted by the movement arrive, and until all those who are hoping for a lucky break and want a piece of the pie are all in the game.

Anyone who dares to set foot on this ground is of the same kind and harbors evil intentions; there is no need for them to be forgiven.

The infighting within the arena continues.

The number of people was rapidly decreasing, and more and more corpses were lying on the ground. Blood soaked the soil underfoot, mixed with withered grass and debris, creating a wretched and tragic scene.

No one can stop, no one can survive.

Once no new figures approached and the entire wasteland fell completely silent, Lu Heng slowly withdrew his gaze.

The few remaining survivors were already covered in wounds, barely breathing, their movements stiff and broken, yet they continued to mechanically attack each other.

The time has come.

Lu Heng's heart turned cold, and he no longer held back.

Instantly, it triggered the rampage of the Blood Taisui Mycelium.

The fine filaments that parasitize everyone's body suddenly begin to tear, expand, and entangle wildly inside the body.

There was no sound, no violent movement.

The remaining survivors in the arena froze, their pupils instantly dimming.

Within seconds, not a single person in the entire arena remained alive.

The commotion finally subsided, leaving only a scene of utter desolation and silence.

Lu Heng slowly walked back to the center of the battlefield.

Beneath his feet lay a jumble of corpses and bloodstains soaking into the soil, while numerous treasure chests were scattered around him.

With a calm expression, he bent down one by one and collected all the ordinary treasure chests scattered on the ground. Finally, he carefully stored away the two Goblin Victorious Chest with special patterns and top-grade quality.

All the results of the two fierce battles have been fully summarized.

After clearing the entire battlefield, the wasteland was free of any further threats or hidden dangers.

Lu Heng looked up into the depths of the vast Withered Reed Plain.

After a brief pause, I decided on my sole next goal.

Clear away all obstacles and acquire all resources.

Next, we will venture deep into the wasteland to find the source of the Portal the Withered Reed Plain.