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

five meters.

This is an absolute taboo for humanity regarding the fear of death.

At this distance, Jiang Han could even clearly smell the strong stench emanating from the monster.

It was a mixture of the rotting of corpses, the fermentation of internal organs, and that indescribable dimensional decay unique to higher dimensions.

Extremely disgusting.

It makes your stomach churn uncontrollably.

The live stream feed was zoomed in on at that moment.

In front of more than 70 million screens, countless viewers vomited up all the late-night snacks they had just eaten.

【vomit--!】

What on earth is this thing?! It doesn't even have a face!

[Those hands...look at those hands on its belly! They're still moving!]

The monster, without any facial features, stood eerily facing Jiang Han.

His arms were completely pale.

Like pale seaweed growing haphazardly on the seabed, it waved erratically in the scarlet seawater.

"Click".

A very faint metallic crackling sound.

Jiang Han's right hand had already gripped the hilt of the Black Gold Ancient Blade tightly in an instant.

He suddenly exerted force with his thumb.

From within the dark silver scabbard, an inch of jet-black blade was forcibly pushed out!

The extremely compressed dark gold Qilin fire emitted a frantic buzzing sound inside the scabbard.

Murderous intent.

The killing intent, almost tangible, condensed into icy blade energy around Jiang Han.

The comments section is going crazy.

[Jiang Shen! Kill it!]

Chop this lump of rotten flesh to pieces! I can't stand it for even a second longer!

[Chop it up alive!]

Everyone was eagerly anticipating Jiang Han's earth-shattering strike, which would utterly shred this disgusting monster into mincemeat.

On the back of Jiang Han's hand, the veins bulged out.

Knife light.

It's about to erupt.

however.

At this critical moment.

Jiang Han's vertical pupils, burning with dark golden light, suddenly flickered.

Spatial perception operating at full power!

Deep within his field of vision.

He could clearly see that on the back of this bloated monster, there was an extremely hidden, thin "space causality line"!

That line pierced through layers upon layers of dimensions.

It extends downwards continuously.

It leads straight to the deepest part of this Sea of ​​Burial Gods, into that absolute darkness!

That's its nest!

If we were to kill this scavenger wandering in higher dimensions right now...

clue.

It's completely over.

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed slightly.

Just then, the monster seemed to realize something.

"Whoosh—!"

Its dozens of pale arms on both sides of its body suddenly stopped waving aimlessly.

All the fingers.

They all pointed strangely in the direction of Jiang Han!

Immediately afterwards, its huge, bulky body suddenly moved forward two meters!

distance.

Less than three meters left!

"Trying to test me?"

The rage in Jiang Han's eyes vanished instantly.

He not only stopped himself from drawing his sword.

He even issued the command directly in his mind: "Shut down all power to the armor!"

"Buzz".

The dark silver armor's surface instantly lost its flowing energy glow.

at the same time.

Jiang Han forcibly suppressed the surging Qilin bloodline within his body to its lowest point.

Heart stopped beating.

Respiratory arrest.

The body temperature dropped to the absolute freezing point, the same as the surrounding seawater.

At this moment.

His entire being had completely transformed into a lifeless stone, attached to the remains of a deity!

Extreme restraint.

Just to cast an even bigger net!

The monster paused in front of Jiang Han.

one second.

three seconds.

Five seconds.

A full ten seconds.

Its faceless head swayed back and forth around Jiang Han.

It's like capturing a certain wavelength in the air.

There were several pale, slender fingers.

It even lightly swept across the surface of Jiang Han's armor!

"Sizzle..."

Long, sharp fingernails scraped across the dark silver armor surface, producing a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

The corrosive sap seeping from under the fingernails dripped onto the armor, emitting puffs of nauseating white smoke.

The highest operations room of Bureau 749.

Wang Jianguo covered his mouth tightly, not daring to even breathe.

The staff officers standing nearby were sweating profusely and their faces turned deathly pale.

At this moment, the hearts of 200 million viewers worldwide almost collectively stopped.

[Holy crap...it hit it! It hit it!]

【Don't move...please don't move, God Jiang!】

[With that kind of composure, I would have been scared out of my wits and shot!]

It's gone, right? It didn't notice, did it? Holy crap, my pants are soaked!

The monster did not detect any vital signs in Jiang Han.

Its simple, high-dimensional brain, driven solely by appetite, seemed to genuinely regard Jiang Han as a metal fragment from a divine relic.

"Gurgle...gurgle..."

It slowly wriggled its huge, bloated body.

Continue climbing up the steep surface of the divine remains.

It prepared to devour the remaining flesh and blood from the ancient god's wounds.

Just as its massive body slowly passed over Jiang Han's head.

Viewers across the internet were driven to the brink of madness by the overwhelming Cthulhu-esque mental pollution.

What a disgusting sight that was!

The monster's bloated belly.

It slowly brushed past Jiang Han's head, less than half a meter away!

Through high-definition lenses that capture god-like tracking of the ball.

Everyone could see it clearly.

On that pale, swollen belly.

It had rows of breasts that looked like those of a human female, and had been cruelly torn apart!

And deep within those gaping wounds.

Countless black parasites were intertwined, wriggling and biting wildly.

fear.

Nausea.

Extreme repression.

It reached its peak at that moment.

Any normal carbon-based organism would completely break down and go insane when faced with this kind of face-to-face mental pollution!

but.

Jiang Han stood in the giant shadow of the monster.

He slowly raised his head.

There was not a trace of fear in those dark golden eyes.

in contrast.

A cruel, bloodthirsty smirk slowly crept onto his lips.

He looked up at the nauseating abdomen above his head.

It's like a top butcher standing in a slaughterhouse, scrutinizing a piece of premium pork belly!

Jiang Han slowly raised her left hand.

At the tip of his index finger, a wisp of pure gold Qilin fire, faint yet pure, silently ignited.

"laugh."

His fingertips lightly traced across the monster's swollen belly.

A flame mark that only he could sense was instantly imprinted into him!

The entire process was completely silent.

The monster was completely unaware that it had been marked dead by the hunter.

It greedily pounced on the wounds of the divine remains.

"Snap!"

"Rip—!"

It opened its enormous mouth, filled with fine fangs, and bit down hard on the ancient god's flesh, which was as hard as rock.

They devoured it in large gulps.

A tremendous tearing sound echoed wildly in this deathly silent seabed.

The prey thinks it is the hunter.

Little did it know, the real Grim Reaper was standing at its feet, arms crossed, coldly enjoying its last supper.

"system."

Jiang Han silently recited in his mind.

'Analyze its dimensional weaknesses.'

【Ding! 】

The target is in a high-dimensional phase folding state (camouflage state).

[No substantial physical contact occurred, making it impossible to obtain core weaknesses!]

Look at the system prompts on your retina.

The killing intent in Jiang Han's eyes grew even stronger.

'High-dimensional phase folding?'

This means that only by storming its lair can we completely crush it into mincemeat.

Five minutes later.

The monster is full.

It released its divine remains with satisfaction.

Dozens of pale arms exerted force simultaneously.

"Sizzle!"

It actually tore open a deep, twisted spatial rift in this scarlet sea with its bare hands!

Then, it dragged its bulky body inside.

The crack began to slowly close.

The moment the monster completely disappeared.

Jiang Han stood still the whole time.

Moved.

He slowly drew out the jet-black, ancient black-gold sword.

The cold blade drew a grim arc of death across the crimson sea.

"Guidance complete."

Jiang Han's voice carried the cruelty of a tyrant's autocracy.

"It's time to close the net."