“The… Eye… of God…” Wan Youyu’s shattered throat squeezed out hoarse, blood-flecked syllables. With each breath, the myriad lacerations tearing through his body were pulled.
He felt his Corpse Clan origin, which he had always been so proud of, disintegrating inch by inch under that vast pressure.
He strained to lift his eyelids, to see the woman who had brought such destructive power, but each attempt was like countless red-hot steel needles piercing deep into his remaining consciousness, his soul burning with excruciating pain.
The instinctive fear of a higher life form forced him to press his forehead firmly against the cold, blood-stained scorched earth, not daring to glimpse that forbidden existence again.
A half-Corpse with eight severed Slash Zombie marks, slightly closer to Yun Qianqian, tried to capture her figure with its crimson single eye, wanting to see what kind of being the newcomer was.
As its crimson single eye just lifted, it met the diamond-bright gaze of Kong Ling, who stood by Yun Qianqian’s side.
That half-Corpse’s single eye only reflected the brilliant gaze before instantly freezing into eternity.
Then, cracks suddenly appeared in that crimson single eye, like shattering glass, and the surrounding space collapsed inch by inch. Its body transformed into countless fragments, disappearing without a trace with the collapsing space, as if it had never existed.
The surrounding half-Corpse all prostrated, their incomplete bodies trembling violently from fear.
The instantaneous annihilation left no trace, as if that half-Corpse with eight severed Slash Zombie marks had never existed.
Wan Youyu opened his mouth, but no sound came out. The last shred of hope in his heart instantly collapsed.
He felt that power from a higher dimension coldly looking down on them, beings as insignificant as ants.
Yun Qianqian stood silently, not saying a word. After a long time, her charming red lips parted slightly, and she sighed:
“Ah… Alliance Leader Wan, we meet again.”
This sigh made Wan Youyu’s trembling body stiffen abruptly. He recognized the owner of the voice, the woman who had dealt with him a few times in H City, the woman whose charm was bone-deep—Yun Qianqian!
“How is this possible!… How could you possibly control such power? How is it possible? How could such an existence appear in this world! And be controlled by you, what… what kind of… deal… did you make…” Wan Youyu’s voice completely caught in his throat, as if an invisible hand was firmly choking his soul.
An irresistible fear surged deep within his consciousness—this was not power that humans could touch, but authority belonging only to deities.
Hearing this, Yun Qianqian’s enchanting phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. Wan Youyu clearly wanted to utter some taboo, but was forcibly restrained by an unknown power.
However, she caught a key word— “deal.”
Yun Qianqian naturally didn’t need to make a deal to command the Bixiao Guards and Qingying Vanguards, but she knew that the “deal” Wan Youyu spoke of must have a hidden connection behind it. Perhaps Wan Youyu’s half-Corpse power stemmed from some unknown taboo deal, and this deal might involve a deeper conspiracy.
A chill flashed through Yun Qianqian’s heart. She knew that the existence behind Wan Youyu was likely far more dangerous than what she saw before her.
“Deal?” Yun Qianqian’s red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cold, carrying an imperceptible hint of inquiry, like an ice pick piercing the dead air.
“Wan Youyu, it seems your so-called ‘evolution’ comes at a price far beyond your imagination. The power you rely on is merely poisonous bait carelessly bestowed by some higher existence. Tell me, where is your ‘Corpse Clan’ that you speak of? And where does your power originate?”
Wan Youyu seemed stimulated by the words “poisonous bait,” and he trembled violently. His crimson left eye erupted with intense madness and unwillingness, attempting to raise his head and roar.
However, Kong Ling, who stood by Yun Qianqian’s side, merely gave him a cold glance.
In those diamond-bright eyes, endless galaxies seemed to be spinning and collapsing.
“Ugh ah—!”
A shrill, inhuman shriek exploded from Wan Youyu’s throat, more desperate than any before.
His zombie left eye seemed to be peeled away, or perhaps isolated into another dimension.
He could feel his left eye undergoing an indescribable tearing pain. In a moment, that crimson left eye was completely stripped away, and a wisp of crimson light floated before Kong Ling. The left eye slowly rotated in the air; it was Kong Ling using spatial power to extract it from Wan Youyu’s skull.
Wan Youyu’s entire head slammed heavily back to the ground, his forehead deeply embedded in the scorched earth. His body twitched violently, but he could no longer make any meaningful sound, only instinctive, intermittent gasps.
Yun Qianqian glanced at Wan Youyu. She wasn’t worried that he would die; if the vitality of a Slash Zombie were that easy to end, at least the threat level would be greatly reduced.
She raised her eyes, looking at the crimson left eye in Kong Ling’s hand. A flicker of contemplation crossed her charming phoenix eyes. Yun Qianqian always felt that there was another will hidden within this left eye, but her strength was too weak, and she always felt like looking at flowers through a fog, unable to discern its true mystery. That’s why she had Kong Ling act, using spatial power to strip and imprison this left eye.
Now, Professor Yan would have several more research topics.
Yun Qianqian sighed softly. It was probably unrealistic to pry useful information from Wan Youyu’s mouth right now.
However, there was still plenty of time, and opportunities would arise later.
Her gaze returned to Wan Youyu, her voice chilling: “Wan Youyu, you have lost. The blood debt of nearly a million survivors you massacred will ultimately be repaid by you.”
Hearing the number “nearly a million,” Wan Youyu’s body trembled slightly. A hint of madness flashed in the pupil of his remaining human right eye. He let out a sinister laugh, his consciousness seemingly chaotic from the zombie virus infection, but he still murmured intermittently:
“No… no… I haven’t lost, haha! A million! Haha! I haven’t lost! A million! Yes… I haven’t lost, Yun Qianqian, you have no idea what you’re facing. You think you’ve won, but actually… I’m just a chess piece on the table. A 1% success rate, haha… Do you really think that only those who survive are the successful ones?”
His words were intermittent, yet carried a strange fanaticism and mockery, as if hiding an unspeakable truth.
Yun Qianqian’s brow furrowed slightly, and a sense of unease rose in her heart. What did his words mean?
“1% success rate… a million…” Suddenly, Yun Qianqian’s pupils contracted violently. The “million” spoken here naturally referred to the survivors Wan Youyu had massacred. Wasn’t a 1% success rate precisely the success rate for creating the pathogen agent?
The correlation of this number instantly connected her thoughts.
If those who survived were not the true successful ones, then were the 99% who died the true successful ones?
This deduction sent a chill down Yun Qianqian’s spine.
That was a full 990,000. Were they the true successful ones? What did this mean?
990,000 super zombies even stronger than Wan Youyu were about to be born. This thought had barely emerged when Yun Qianqian’s heart jolted. Her gaze gradually became solemn, her mind racing.
If this were true, the entire world would face an unprecedented catastrophe.
Her breathing involuntarily quickened, and the unease in her heart grew. And Wan Youyu’s crazed laughter still echoed in her ears, like a devil’s prophecy.