They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 205 The Power of Armor

Several days later, in the depths of the misty Shiwan Mountains on the southwestern border.

The joint operation to suppress the Medicine Immortal Society officially began at dawn.

This vast, unbroken primeval forest has such complex terrain that any modern reconnaissance equipment would malfunction.

To prevent the target from escaping into the vast mountainous region, the military, under the guise of a military exercise, completed the encirclement of the entire area three days ahead of schedule.

An invisible blockade completely shut down all entrances and exits within a radius of hundreds of kilometers.

Inside the makeshift command center, the air seemed to freeze, and the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

High-resolution drone footage silently switched across several huge screens, displaying images of the Medicine Immortal Society headquarters.

"No? Brother Zhuge, did I hear that right?"

The speaker was Liao Zhong, the head of the South China region. He stared fiercely at Zhuge Qing, then his gaze swept over the man standing behind him like a javelin, and he felt his blood pressure soaring.

"You want him to go in alone? Isn't that ridiculous?!"

The documents in Liao Zhong's hands creaked as he gripped them tightly.

Although he had received orders from his superiors to cooperate in testing the new equipment, he never expected that the so-called "test" would be to send an ordinary person, whom he had confirmed with his Qi perception, to fight a vicious and wicked cult of supernatural beings!
"Hey~ how is that bullshit?"

Before Zhuge Qing could speak, Leng Feng, standing behind him, raised an eyebrow, a cold smile curving his lips, and replied in a deep voice,

"They're just a bunch of cowardly terrorists, aren't they? It's not like we haven't killed them before!"

The confidence and menacing aura in his words drew the attention of several military and police representatives in the command center.

"Kid, I admire your courage, but this is no joke!"

Liao Zhong's expression instantly turned serious. He took a step forward, almost touching Leng Feng, his eyes burning with a warning flame.
"Ordinary people who are afflicted by those vile Gu spells won't even have a chance to struggle!"

More than one of my men has fallen at their hands!
Old Meng told me that thing was a wicked concoction created by mixing 'qi' with special bacteria. A superhuman might be able to withstand it by protecting their internal organs with qi, but what can an ordinary person like you use to block it? One breath and you'd turn into a pool of pus and blood!"

He simply couldn't understand what those big shots were thinking. Did they really believe that creating a tin can would allow ordinary people to fight against superhumans?
"Our technicians considered this point from the very beginning of the design process."

The Xingtian Armor prioritizes airtightness above all else. Its internal life support system is driven by 'Primordial Qi,' forming an independent cycle that theoretically can isolate it from all known physical and energy-level penetration, naturally including biological attacks like Gu poison.

Zhuge Qing stepped forward and gently patted Liao Zhong's shoulder, his tone as calm as ever.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over all the doubtful eyes in the room, and continued:

"Moreover, the primary purpose of this operation is to verify the extent to which this equipment can perform in the face of extremely harsh combat against superhuman beings."

We need the most realistic extreme data... so we hope everyone can cooperate.

Zhuge Qing's words carried an unquestionable tone.

Liao Zhong stared intently at him, then looked at Leng Feng's resolute and unwavering face. His chest heaved violently a few times, and finally, all his anger and worry turned into a long sigh.

"Forget it... You young techies have never dealt with those bastards from the Medicine Immortal Society, so you have no idea how ruthless they are..."

He waved his hand, retreating to the side with a rather helpless expression, rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Do whatever you want. My men will be on standby outside. Hopefully, I won't have to collect your corpses."

The action begins.

Amidst the complex gazes of the crowd, Leng Feng donned the crimson Xingtian Armor.

As the visor slowly closed, the last trace of human presence was shut out. He moved his limbs, and the heavy metal body under his control emitted subtle, smooth mechanical sounds.

He didn't say another word, but turned around and took steady steps, like a meteorite falling into the deep sea, resolutely walking into the primeval forest shrouded in thick fog and darkness.

……

Meanwhile, deep in the mountains, inside a huge cave that had been carved out by human hands.

The light here was dim, with only a few dozen thick tallow candles embedded in the rock walls flickering eerily. A strange stench, a mixture of blood, decay, and some peculiar spice, filled the air, making one want to vomit.

In the center of the cave, on a high platform built of black stone, hundreds of believers were worshipping a figure on the platform in an almost frenzied manner, uttering incoherent praises and prayers.

"It's done! The Holy Child...our Holy Child has finally been created!!"

"Hahaha! Immortality is within reach! Immortal magic is boundless!!"

On the high platform sat a little girl of about seven or eight years old. She was dressed in elaborate and gorgeous Miao ethnic costumes, with silver ornaments jingling.

At an age when they should be innocent and carefree, their faces were completely expressionless.

It was an extreme kind of blandness, not composure or calmness, but an emptiness as if all the soul had been ripped away, like a delicate doll being manipulated by strings.

She sat there quietly, seemingly oblivious to the frenzied crowd below.

However, at a certain moment, a very incongruous crimson color was suddenly reflected in her clear, cold pupils.

It was a tall, imposing figure in metallic armor, wielding an ancient-looking energy longsword, who had silently appeared at the cave entrance sometime earlier.

It was Xing Tian.

"It really is... a disgusting sight."

The cold, synthesized electronic voice echoed through the cave, instantly drowning out everyone's frenzied shouts.

Leng Feng's gaze swept across the surroundings, his expression extremely cold.

Although he had read countless descriptions of the Medicine Immortal Society in the documents, the impact of seeing it with his own eyes was far stronger than any words or pictures.

Twisted runes were painted on the cave walls with an unknown dark red pigment.

In a corner of the cave, a small mountain of pale bones was piled up, the skeletons and flesh stuck together in a mess, with countless venomous snakes, centipedes, scorpions and other parasitic insects wriggling and gnawing among them.

Judging from the size and shape of those skeletons, without exception, they were all young children.

This is not a sacred place, but a slaughterhouse built on the lives of children.

Upon hearing this sudden sound, the fanatical followers of the Medicine Immortal Society were jolted awake and turned around. When they saw the fiend encased in crimson metal, looking as if he had stepped out of mythology, they were all stunned.

What is this thing? It has a flow of Qi; is it a ritual implement?

"who?!"

An old man wearing a feathered crown and holding a bone staff stepped out from the crowd; he was the leader of the Medicine Immortal Society.

His cloudy eyes were fixed on the Xingtian Armor, and he questioned it sharply.

"The one who will kill you."

Leng Feng's voice was devoid of any emotion. The moment he finished speaking, he didn't even bother to utter another word.

[Shift and Change] activated!
Without any energy fluctuations or the sound of air tearing, the figure of the Xingtian Armor abruptly disappeared from the spot.

In the next instant, he appeared behind the leader of the Medicine Immortal Society like a ghost.

The old man was still leaning forward, questioning, his astonishment not yet fully frozen. He only felt a barely perceptible chill on his neck.

puff--!
A crimson sword light flashed and disappeared like lightning.

A head adorned with a feathered crown shot into the sky, tumbling through the air, its face still bearing the last traces of astonishment and confusion.

From the headless cavity, scalding blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the black stone altar beneath him crimson.

One sword, decapitation...

(End of this chapter)