Retribution

Crimson Mycelium covered the entire Mist Forest.

There was no surging, exaggerated red tide, no dazzling light effects.

Countless dark red veins silently take root in the ground, tree trunks, and humus layer, like a silent, giant net that firmly covers the entire mist forest.

The wind pushed the thick fog, causing it to slowly swirl and billow.

The forest was eerily quiet.

Lu Heng stood at the boundary, his aura completely concealed.

This was the first time he had completely released all the restrictions of the Blood Taisui, no longer shrinking, no longer controlling the range, and no longer conserving his strength for self-preservation. Every subtle movement in the entire forest was transmitted back to his senses through the underground threads.

The soft rustling of falling leaves, the movement of insects beneath the soil, the trail of flowing mist—all the heartbeats and taut muscles of every living thing are laid bare.

The lower-level Aberrant that had previously wreaked havoc have long since been silently devoured by the Mycelium.

The Blood Taisui replenished all the energy it had expended in the previous battle, and its condition was now extremely stable.

The last survivors at the edge of the woodland dared not look back and fled in panic. The blood-red area that had silently spread out just moments before had completely shattered any remaining hope in their hearts. No one wanted to stay in this abnormal dead zone, and in an instant, all the figures on the outer perimeter dispersed.

The shallow forest area has been completely cleared.

However, lingering activity can still be heard in the hidden areas deep within the forest, where the fog is thick.

These were all the native monsters that had previously teamed up with the Goblin to kill him.

Beneath the low bushes, several Mist Badger lay low to the ground. Their sturdy bodies and skillful use of the fog for concealment had allowed them to repeatedly ambush him face-to-face during the earlier melee, biting and tearing at the Mycelium and blocking his escape routes. Now, they had ceased their movements, lowered their bodies, and relied on the pale white mist they exhaled to try and blend into the dense forest fog, feigning deathly stillness.

In the mist layer high in the treetops, Mist Bat hovered motionless.

These kinds of monsters are naturally silent fliers; their wing membranes skim through the air without making a sound. Previously, they used the thick fog to swoop down from high altitudes, interfering with visibility and hindering movement, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Now, they all cling tightly to the branches, fold their wing membranes, and hold their breath, lying in wait and hiding.

Behind the thickest shadow of the fallen giant tree in the woodland, the Ghost Tiger lay silently.

The strongest of these native monsters was a sturdy creature with ferocious explosive power. It had withstood the attack head-on and managed to slow him down, creating an absolute opportunity for the Goblin to launch a sneak attack.

None of them ran away.

It's just hidden.

Taking advantage of the unique environment of the Mist Forest, they habitually lie low, disguise themselves, and eke out a living.

If he had been holding back and conserving his strength, he might have had a hard time clearing out these sinister monsters one by one from the thick fog.

But things are different now.

With the Global Region blood network in place, all their methods of concealment have become ineffective.

Lu Heng's eyes were cold, devoid of any extra emotion or deliberate, violent vengeful intent.

It's just liquidation.

These demons were truly involved in the ambush, taking advantage of the thick fog to wreak havoc and joining forces with external enemies to block his escape route. Since they were hiding in the forest and refused to leave, there was no need to leave them alive.

My mind is settled.

The crimson threads that covered the forest instantly changed their appearance.

Give up parasitism, give up constraints and survive.

All the threads tightened, transforming into sharp, slender killing blades that, guided by precise perception, fell upon the three hiding places.

The first one identified was the Mist Badger hiding in the bushes.

Several thin blood vessels silently emerged from the soil, precisely binding the four legs, torso, and neck, instantly locking down all points of leverage.

The Mist Badger reacted extremely quickly, instantly pushing off the ground and struggling, its head snapping down as it frantically bit at the nearby silk ribbon with its fangs.

Their bite force is extremely strong, and they could easily tear apart ordinary Mycelium.

However, the HP bar's toughness in its current unbanned state far exceeds its normal level.

The silk threads remained motionless, but instead tightened instantly as they struggled.

The force was even and domineering, directly shattering the joints of the limbs and crushing the torso. There was no exaggerated tearing scene, only the dull sound of bones cracking, which gently carried through the thick fog.

The Mist Badger's struggle suddenly froze.

The excruciating pain instantly shattered their wild instincts. Their short, muffled groans were swallowed by the mist, and their bodies continued to convulse. The blood vessels continued to tighten, piercing through the flesh and blocking the blood vessels of the organs. Within seconds, several Mist Badger completely lost their vital signs, their bodies slowly tightening and dissolving as the silk threads returned to the blood network as pure essence.

Clean and decisive, yet brutally so.

Above the treetops, the senses detected the fleeing movements of dozens of Mist Bat.

Sensing the commotion of their companions' demise below, the bats dared not remain hidden any longer. They flapped their wings in unison, attempting to escape the forest by taking advantage of the dense fog above.

The entire sky was already sealed off by layers of horizontally spread blood vessels.

Fine lines of blood intertwined to form an invisible net, densely blocking all paths of ascent, escape, and relocation.

Bats flying at high speeds simply don't have time to stop.

The wing membranes struck the bloodline first, instantly being sliced cleanly. The momentum of their high-speed escape caused their bodies to continue rubbing and tearing along the blade.

One by one, Mist Bat fell into the forest.

With its wings damaged, its ability to fly was completely destroyed. It landed on the layer of decaying leaves and could only flap its wings in vain, unable to take off and escape. The Blood Silk followed up and finished them off one by one, leaving no one alive.

The risks of high-altitude obstruction and visual interference have been completely eliminated.

The last thing to deal with was the Ghost Tiger.

Its alertness far surpassed that of the other monsters. The moment its companions were wiped out, it abandoned its hiding place, pushed off the ground with all four limbs, and fled into the depths of the forest with murderous intent.

It moved incredibly fast, weaving through the gaps between the tree trunks, using the momentum to twist and avoid the oncoming streaks of blood.

If it were being chased in ordinary woodland, it would have had every opportunity to escape.

But at this moment, the entire land is the domain of the Blood Taisui.

The thick main wire, pre-buried underground, suddenly shot out from the rock and soil on both sides, precisely intercepting and locking its forelimbs and hindquarters.

The momentum suddenly collapsed.

The immense inertia caused the Ghost Tiger to crash heavily to the ground, sending up a shower of damp, decaying leaves.

It roared and exerted its strength, its muscles tensed, struggling desperately, its body trembling with bloodshot veins, its power extremely ferocious.

Lu Heng controlled the silk, calmly suppressing the attack.

Don't rush to deliver the final blow.

Let it exert its strength, struggle, and expend its energy.

With each fierce struggle, the blood vessels cut deeper into the flesh and tightened around the bones. The skin and fur cracked, and blood seeped into the soil. The once-powerful physique was constantly weakened and depleted by the continuous confinement and cutting.

The once ferocious killing power was repeatedly backfired by its own struggles.

When Ghost Tiger was completely exhausted, his chest heaved violently, and he could no longer muster any explosive power, the taut blood-red veins suddenly tightened.

A swift and decisive defeat.

The last of the local monsters that wreaked havoc in the forest fell into complete silence.

The thick fog drifted slowly, smoothing over all traces of the struggle in the forest.

The bloodstains remaining on the ground were absorbed by the silk threads, and the shattered body completely dissolved.

In just a few minutes, all the native monsters of the Mist Forest — Mist Badger, Mist Bat, and Ghost Tiger —that had previously joined forces with Goblin to attack him were completely wiped out.

The root cause of local unrest must be completely eradicated.

There was no trace of the original ferocious creatures left in the forest.

Lu Heng's senses swept across the entire misty forest, confirming that there was no problem.

In the entire Mist Forest, only one last living disturbance remained.

The deepest rock sutures create a dead end.

With its complex terrain, piled-up boulders, and ancient trees blocking the way, it is the most secluded hiding place in the entire forest area.

Only a small remnant of the Goblin army remained, huddled in the deepest shadows.

Without the cooperation, cover, and restraint of all native monsters, they were completely isolated and helpless.

After a silent, bloody clearing operation, the remaining soldiers dared not show their faces, dared not flee, dared not make a sound, and could only huddle in a corner, clinging to life by relying on the terrain.

Lu Heng's gaze pierced through layers of thick fog, landing in the dark depths.

The crimson net that had spread across the entire forest began to slowly, steadily, and irreversibly tighten inwards.