Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

"Huffing and puffing—"

Heavy, greedy breathing echoed within the containment chamber, like a broken bellows desperately pulling.

Ying Zheng's face, half metal and half skeleton, suddenly lunged forward, almost touching Jiang Han's body. His eyes, which had been flashing with data, had now completely lost their human focus, leaving only pure, chilling hunger and greed.

His gaze was fixed on the bottom of the Emperor's Seal in Jiang Han's left hand.

The still-wet blood of the Qilin exuded a deadly allure in the pitch-black underground palace. For a mutant body utterly ravaged by a high-dimensional virus and desperately needing perfect genes to repair its defects, this was the world's most supreme evolutionary elixir.

[Ding! Extreme Danger Alert!]

[The Star-Eating Virus has detected perfectly pure genes (Qilin bloodline)!]

The virus is forcibly taking over the host's central nervous system! It's driving the host to hunt!

The red light on the system panel flashed at its highest frequency, and the piercing alarm almost punctured Jiang Han's eardrums.

Jiang Han's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his left wrist, he instantly returned the Human Emperor Seal to the Sumeru Mustard Seed Space.

"Click".

Almost simultaneously, he raised the "Tyrant" heavy pistol in his right hand, and the dark muzzle pressed directly against Ying Zheng's withered brow.

The target's aura suddenly vanished, and Ying Zheng let out an extremely painful groan.

"Ughhhhhh—!"

His remaining half of his human face began to twitch violently, the flesh on his cheeks churning like waves, as if he were waging a desperate battle against the virus that was erupting all over his body.

He abruptly raised his still-intact human left hand and gripped it tightly against his neck, which was rapidly sprouting metallic barbs. He pulled so hard that black, foul blood was dug from his own dry flesh.

"Get out...get out of my head!"

A broken roar escaped Ying Zheng's throat, a voice a mixture of imperial majesty and beastly howl: "I am... the commander-in-chief of Great Qin! My will... will not be subject to you extraterrestrial insects!!"

He desperately tried to look away from Jiang Han, attempting to rebuild the firewall called "reason" with the Qin army spirit honed over two thousand years.

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of millions of viewers watched the emperor struggling in agony on the screen and felt a touch of tragic sympathy.

"He's still resisting! The First Emperor's will is too strong!"

"Hang in there, Brother Zheng! Don't let the alien virus control you!"

"Perhaps he can suppress the virus and become the emperor who rules the galaxies once more!"

A false hope flashed across the screen.

However, Jiang Han, who stood still, showed no emotion in his eyes.

Under the gaze of the Candle Dragon's Eye, he clearly saw that the reactor on Ying Zheng's chest, which originally emitted a dark red light, was now turning into pitch black, representing death and the abyss, at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That was not a victory of resistance, but a harbinger of total collapse.

Seemingly sensing the host's weak resistance, the Star Devouring Virus lurking within Ying Zheng's body made an extremely vicious move.

It directly replayed, deep within Ying Zheng's mind, the most fatal pronouncement Jiang Han had just uttered:

"The Qin Dynasty is long gone... You're just a pathetic wretch who doesn't even know you're dead..."

This statement became the ultimate catalyst that overwhelmed reason.

Ying Zheng's hand, which was gripping his neck, suddenly froze.

In his frantically struggling eyes, the last glimmer of humanity flickered like a candle in the wind, swaying violently before finally going out completely.

"It's gone... My empire... My expeditionary force... All gone..."

Having lost the obsession to protect the empire and the meaning of being a commander, the firewall that had been held up for two thousand years collapsed with a crash.

"Clatter".

Ying Zheng's left hand hung limply at his side.

Then, a chilling change began!

"Click-click-click—"

His dark star armor began to proliferate wildly as if it were alive, with sharp black bone spikes piercing his pale skin and rising up from his spine, shoulders, and elbows.

The reactor in his chest had completely transformed into a black hole that devoured all light.

He slowly raised his head.

The face had completely lost its human features; the jawbone had split open, revealing a mouthful of sharp, interlocking metal fangs. The eyes had become two deep, black vortexes, filled only with endless destructive desire.

"roar--!!!"

Ying Zheng looked up at the sky and let out a terrifying roar that was not of human origin.

The roar, carrying terrifying sound waves that could tear apart higher dimensions, shattered hundreds of luminous pearls on the dome of the underground palace! The debris fell like a meteor shower.

"So what if the Qin Dynasty fell?!"

Ying Zheng's voice had completely transformed into a heavy metal synthesized electronic demonic sound, carrying a soul-shattering ferocity:

"As long as I can still devour! As long as I can still evolve!"

"So what if I become a monster?! If this is the price of conquering the stars, then I... am a calamity!!!"

"Hand over your blood!!!"

boom!

The crimson containment pod shattered into countless fragments at that moment.

Ying Zheng's enormous and twisted deformed body suddenly leaped up, carrying an SSS-level pressure that could destroy everything, like a collapsing black mountain, and pounced down on Jiang Han!

A foul stench filled the air, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped Jiang Han.

Faced with this ultimate BOSS who had completely abandoned his human identity and transformed into the Star Devouring Corpse Demon, Jiang Han not only did not retreat a single step, but instead met the gaping abyss maw with an extremely insane and ferocious smile.

"Want to drink my blood?"

Jiang Han gripped the "Tyrant" pistol tightly with both hands, his eyes as cold as ancient ice:

"I'll give you a bullet first!"

Without further ado, Jiang Han pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!!!"

The deafening gunshots echoed through the underground palace.

The specially made cinnabar explosive bullet spewed out dazzling tongues of fire, accurately hitting Ying Zheng's mutated brow, exploding into a blinding ball of blood-red flames.

However, the moment the smoke cleared, Jiang Han's pupils suddenly contracted.

The special armor-piercing projectile, capable of shattering the armor of a main battle tank, was stuck in mid-air, half an inch from Ying Zheng's brow, by a visible black high-dimensional force field, unable to advance an inch!

The tyrant in mid-air let out a contemptuous laugh.

His terrifying giant claw, covered in barbs, slammed down on Jiang Han's head with a sonic boom that tore through space!

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