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"what--"

Gray Eagle let out a distorted scream, feeling a chill run from its tailbone straight to the top of its head.

He released the hilt of the military dagger as if he had been electrocuted, staggered backward, and fell hard onto the muddy ground.

He knew that his former subordinate had completely degenerated into a bloodthirsty demon who had crawled out of hell.

The old dog completely ignored the gray eagle that had fallen to the ground.

It gripped the triangular bayonet stuck in its back muscle with its back hand and pulled it out with a sudden jerk.

He casually tossed it into the mud nearby, bringing with it a string of blackened blood droplets.

Immediately afterwards, it used all four limbs, like a ferocious beast, to pounce on the nearest black bull and throwing knife, skimming along the ground.

"Fight it!"

Black Bull and Flying Knife had nowhere to retreat, so they could only grit their teeth and raise their weapons to fight back.

However, the mutated old dog's strength and speed have completely surpassed human capabilities.

It ignored the blade aimed at its chest, letting the sharp edge pierce its flesh, and its body, as hard as cast iron, crashed directly into the black bull's chest.

With a sharp "crack," Black Bull's right arm, which was holding the knife, was snapped off, and the white bone fragments pierced through his camouflage uniform.

The old dog opened its gaping maw full of fangs and bit through the black bull's throat.

With another swift swing of its claw, it sent the person attempting a sneak attack flying, knife and all, flying into a tree trunk. Their fate was unknown.

The strong stench of blood quickly filled the open space, and the scene was extremely gruesome.

Beside the bushes, a dozen meters away from the battlefield.

Ma Dong-hyuk stared wide-eyed at the monster that was frantically tearing apart its companions, his Adam's apple bobbing forcefully.

"Acheng, this thing is too weird, should we take action?"

Hou Peng also gripped his dagger tightly, his eyes warily watching the old dog's movements, in case the other party pounced on them.

"What's the rush? Let's watch the show first."

Fang Cheng stood with his hands in the pockets of his training uniform, his figure as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain, his tone as calm as if he were watching a gladiatorial performance.

Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were both stunned upon hearing this.

A few seconds later, Ma Donghe slapped his thigh, suddenly realizing:

"Yeah, this monster kills those bastards, why should we care?"

Having figured this out, the burly man not only stopped being nervous, but instead took two steps forward, waving his fists and loudly cheering for the monster:

"Go for it! Yes, bite his thigh! Tear those bastards' manhood apart!"

Beside a tree stump not far away.

The man with the buzz cut and two other police academy students helped each other up and took advantage of the chaos to quickly treat their wounds.

They stared at the bloody, one-sided massacre in the center of the open space, then turned to look at Fang Cheng and his two companions who were watching and cheering from the sidelines, their minds reeling.

I thought we were doomed in tonight's battle, but who would have thought the situation would turn out like this, with reversals and more reversals?
"Help! Help!"

The gray eagle stumbled backward in the mud, its voice hoarse and mournful.

The old dog abandoned the mangled corpse, turned its twisted head, and fixed its pale eyes on the gray eagle.

Then it crouched down, its hind leg muscles suddenly bulged, and it leaped into the air, its dark talons aimed straight at the gray eagle's throat.

The gray eagle was so frightened that it turned and ran away as fast as it could.

In an instant, it burst forth with astonishing speed.

He stumbled and staggered towards Fang Cheng like a rabbit, screaming at the top of his lungs:
"Save me! Only I can find the entrance to the ruins! Without me leading the way, you won't be able to get those treasures inside..."

Fang Cheng stood quietly in place, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard the tempting offer at all.

Sharp claws, carrying a chilling, pungent stench, rushed towards us.

The gray eagle closed its eyes in despair.

And just as the claws were only half an inch away from his body.

A muffled thud suddenly came from the mud.

The soil beneath Fang Cheng's feet instantly exploded, creating a deep crater.

He was like a heavy cannonball that had been fired from its barrel, tearing through the air and instantly traversing a distance of more than ten meters.

Instead of drawing his sword, he used his broad shoulder to slam the old dog hard into the side of its body in mid-air.

boom!
The two bodies collided violently in mid-air, producing a dull thud like two speeding trucks crashing together.

The old dog's massive, mutated body suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Then, like a baseball that had been hit, it flew more than 20 meters horizontally, breaking several thick tree branches in succession, before crashing into the thick fog in the distance.

Fang Cheng landed, grabbed Gray Eagle by the back of his training uniform with his right hand, and tossed him back like a chick, tossing him to Ma Donghe's feet.

The gray eagle rolled twice in the mud, panting heavily, still shaken.

He was trembling all over like a sieve, and stammered:
"Thank... thank you for saving me, brother..."

"If you want to live, get lost."

Fang Cheng didn't turn his head and coldly uttered a sentence.

"Roar--"

A ferocious roar echoed from the depths of the thick fog.

The old dog rose again from the broken branches and fallen leaves, its pale eyes revealing a bloodthirsty madness.

Despite having lost its human reason, its beastly instincts allowed it to clearly perceive the terrifying power contained within the man before it.

As the roar resounded, its purplish-black muscles bulged out, tearing apart the strips of cloth hanging on its body.

wow-

Its legs dug two deep furrows in the ground, like an out-of-control bulldozer, and it charged toward Fang Cheng again.

Fang Cheng's eyes flashed, and instead of retreating, he advanced, suddenly exerting force with both legs to meet the attack head-on.

boom! boom! boom!
A series of loud thuds of flesh colliding erupted instantly in the open space.

A strong wind swept through, uprooting the surrounding bushes.

The gray eagle was so frightened that it scrambled to the outer edge of the circle, turning back in horror to look.

The center of the battlefield was completely obscured by the rising mud and dust.

Those on the outside couldn't see what was happening inside at all; they could only hear one deafening thud after another.

The sound was extremely muffled, not at all like flesh and blood fighting.

Instead, it was like a heavy artillery position firing wildly, with each boom causing the ground to tremble violently.

The powerful shockwave ripped the ground apart, and huge gaps appeared in the trunks of several large trees nearby.

Gravel, mud, and broken branches fell like a torrential rain, pelting the gray eagle's head and back.

"Acheng!"

Ma Dong-hyuk clenched his fists and shouted nervously.

Hou Peng's protruding ears twitched, his eyes fixed on the center of the billowing smoke, a look of surprise and doubt on his face.

The three police academy students on the periphery were even more apprehensive, forgetting even the pain of their wounds.

Everyone knows it.

If even this powerful man can't stop that monster.

Then everyone present today will become food in the monster's belly.

boom!
Another dull thud resounded, and the soil on the ground rippled like water.

The dust and smoke in the sky dissipated a little.

Two figures gradually emerged in the center of the open space.

Everyone stared intently, and after seeing it clearly, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Fang Cheng's feet were firmly planted in the mud.

His right hand, like a hydraulic clamp, gripped the old dog's thick neck. His left hand firmly supported the monster's lower back.

With a deep exhale, Fang Cheng suddenly exerted force in his back muscles, forcefully lifting the frantically struggling mutated monster high above his head.

then.

With his arm muscles clenched like steel cables, he slammed the old dog hard against the ground.

Bang!
The ground trembled violently and cracked inch by inch.

Only then did everyone realize where those terrifying crashing sounds had come from.

The old dog was smashed and coughed up black blood before it could even roll away and escape.

Fang Cheng reached out with both hands again, exerted force, and threw it back into the air.

The monster let out a shrill howl in mid-air, its claws flailing wildly as it tried to retaliate.

Fang Cheng looked up, his eyes gleaming with golden light.

He suddenly opened his arms and grabbed the old dog's two legs as it fell downwards with perfect precision.

"Break!"

Fang Cheng let out a loud shout, and the muscles in his arms instantly bulged to their limit, with veins protruding like earthworms.

Then he suddenly spread his hands apart to the sides.

scoff-

The sound of flesh tearing echoed throughout the forest.

Fang Cheng tore the old dog's tough, iron-like mutated body in two with his bare hands, starting from the crotch.

The foul-smelling black blood cascaded down like a waterfall, mixed with broken organs, spilling all over the ground.

Fang Cheng casually tossed the two halves of the corpse onto the muddy ground, making a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in disbelief at the man standing in the center of the blood rain.

Although the monster's death saved their lives.

But at this moment, no one dared to relax even the slightest bit.

Looking at Fang Cheng's blood-stained yet expressionless face, a fear even stronger than before welled up in their hearts.

He tore the mutated monster apart with his bare hands?
So, who exactly is the real monster?!
Ma Donghe swallowed hard, mustered his courage, and took half a step forward, his voice dry:

"Ah... Ah Cheng? Are you alright?"

Fang Cheng didn't turn around, but simply raised his right hand and made a shushing gesture.

His gaze was fixed on the two pieces of the old dog's remains on the ground.

Countless black threads suddenly emerged from the flesh that had been gushing blood just moments before.

These black wisps, like leeches attracted by blood, writhed violently on the surface of the remains, emitting strange chirping sounds that were difficult for ordinary people to hear.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on the flowing black stockings.

My mind couldn't help but recall my experience in the "illusion test".

What exactly is this eerie black mist?
Is it a parasitic organism unique to higher-dimensional worlds, or some kind of energy leaking from inside the ruins?

It can completely destroy the genetic chain of an adult male in just a few minutes, turning him into a mindless ferocious beast.

If this level of corrosiveness and pollution were to spread over a large area, it would likely be an unimaginable disaster.

Just as everyone held their breath in concentration.

The gray eagle, which had slumped into the mud, suddenly let out a miserable cry:
"Ah! It hurts!"

He held his head in his hands, his face contorted in pain.

He rolled around on the ground, mumbling incoherently:
"I feel it... I feel it... an electrical sound! There's an electrical sound!"

Upon seeing this, Ma Donghe and Hou Peng quickly raised their weapons and cautiously stepped back a few paces.

Everyone stared in astonishment at Gray Eagle, who seemed to have gone mad, fearing that he might turn into a man-eating monster like Old Dog in the next second.

Fang Cheng turned around, preparing to knock out the noisy Gray Eagle, but suddenly caught a strange thing out of the corner of his eye.

He turned around abruptly and looked back at the mangled corpse on the ground.

The originally scattered and wriggling black energy seemed to be drawn by some strong magnetic field, and suddenly and rapidly condensed into a black sphere the size of a fist.

whoosh-

The black sphere, like a cannonball, skimmed the ground and fled straight into the depths of the thick fog.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and golden light flashed in his pupils.

His gaze pierced through the thick fog, following the trajectory of the fleeing black mist.

At the edge of his vision, he could vaguely see a distorted and undulating spatial outline, like a mirror standing in the air.

"what is this?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

"Huh...huh..."

At this moment, the gray eagle's screams gradually subsided.

He scrambled to his feet from the mud, panting heavily, the pain in his eyes completely replaced by fervent excitement.

"It's right ahead! The entrance is right ahead!"

Grayhawk raised his hand, trembling, and pointed in a direction through the mist, his voice trembling with excitement:

"The sound I just heard in my head came from that direction, there's no mistake!"

The direction he pointed was precisely the trajectory of the black mist that had just fled.

As they spoke, Gray Eagle turned around, quickly ran to Fang Cheng, and volunteered with a fawning expression:
"Brother, I'll lead the way for you. Trust me, my intuition is absolutely right. This time we'll definitely find the entrance to the ancient civilization ruins!"

Ma Donghe held the dagger, looking at him suspiciously:
"Didn't you just say you were going to use blood to draw some kind of summoning array? The array plate hasn't even been set up yet, and you've already found it?"

Gray Eagle wiped the cold sweat from his face and chuckled dryly twice:
"Plans can't keep up with changes. If we really can't find the location of the spatial rift tonight, we'll need to use that extreme formation."

"But so many people died just now, and even the old dog mutated, which means there is enough life energy, and the entrance to the nearby ruins has been stimulated to become visible!"

As he spoke, he looked at Fang Cheng with expectant eyes:

"Brother, with your extraordinary abilities that you just demonstrated, plus my intuition for scouting, if we join forces, we'll definitely be able to loot every last treasure in that new world."

"We'll all get rich together then. Even if we encounter any native monsters inside, they'll just be easy prey for you!"

Fang Cheng looked at Gray Eagle's greedy face and nodded in agreement.

The gray eagle was overjoyed and quickly bowed and scraped, trying to ingratiate itself with the eagle.
"That's wonderful! I still don't know how to address you, brother?"

"Just call me Brother Cheng."

Fang Cheng spoke in a flat tone.

"Brother Cheng! From now on, you'll be our leader!"

Grayhawk turned and roared at his two remaining men who had survived:
"Lynx, Bald Rat, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and call Brother Cheng!"

Two henchmen, clutching their injured arms, walked over shakily, bowing their heads and calling out in unison:

"Brother Cheng!"

"Shall we go find the entrance now?"

The gray eagle rubbed its hands together impatiently, then turned to plunge into the depths of the fog.

"and many more."

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the several bloody scratches on Gray Eagle's body inflicted by the old dog, and he said coldly:
"First, bandage your wounds. With so much blood, don't die on the way. I don't want to be dragging a corpse while looking for a way."

Gray Eagle chuckled twice, then quickly called to Lynx and Bald Rat, who rummaged through their packs for first-aid bandages and ointment, and began to frantically treat the wounds.

While they were bandaging him, Ma Donghe leaned close to Fang Cheng, lowered his rough voice, and looked somewhat serious:

"Acheng, what exactly are these ancient civilization ruins? They sound really eerie, are they dangerous?" (End of Chapter)