The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Having figured this out, Qian Hua acted without hesitation.

He flicked his wrist.

"Smack."

That king-level core, powerful enough to drive countless strong and terrifying creatures mad, flew through the air in a random parabola like a worthless roadside stone, before landing steadily on the floor in front of San Shi.

The core landed, rolled twice, and stopped at the edge of San Shi's huge claws.

"Don't disappoint me." Qian Hua said indifferently, without even raising his eyelids, and turned around to continue rummaging through the materials shelf for ores.

San Shi was completely stunned.

He felt as if his brainstem had been ripped out.

He even stopped breathing.

My mind was buzzing, filled with the image of that gray-black bead at my feet, exuding a deadly allure.

"Did you give it to me?"

"You just gave it to me like that?!"

San Shi's massive body remained frozen in place like a stone sculpture.

The sharp claws twitched slightly, but dared not move forward even half an inch to touch the core that was so close at hand.

He suddenly raised his head and stared intently at Qian Hua's back.

The other party was leisurely selecting a piece of dark purple thunder ore, as if what they had just thrown out was really just unwanted garbage.

San Shi suddenly lowered his head again and looked at the core on the ground.

That aura of supreme authority that sent shivers down one's spine was genuine king-level origin, impossible to fake!

*Gulp.*

San Shi swallowed hard.

"Are you dreaming? I must be hallucinating from blood loss."

San Shi's fleshy face was twisted in an extremely bizarre way due to extreme shock and doubt.

This is a King-level core!

This is utterly absurd.

"It's a trap! It's definitely a trap!"

A hundred conspiracy theories flashed through San Shi's mind in an instant.

"Was it poisoned with a deadly curse?"

"No, he controls the very essence of my soul. Killing me is just a matter of a thought for him. Why waste such a divine object?"

"So they're planning to use me as a disposable human bomb? Detonate me after I've absorbed half of it?"

San Shi was inwardly wailing.

His reason told him that what lay ahead was an absolute bottomless pit.

But his body's instincts were screaming wildly, urging him to swallow that thing.

Qian Hua weighed the Thunder Ore in his hand, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw San Shi standing there in a daze as if having a fit of madness, and his face darkened.

"What? You don't want it?" Qian Hua said coldly.

San Shi trembled in fright, and his huge claws lunged forward, grabbing the core tightly into his palm. The movement was so fast that it left a blur.

"Yes! Yes! Thank you for the gift, Master!" San Shi cried out hoarsely, afraid that if he hesitated even for a second, Qian Hua would change his mind.

No matter what traps there are, the stronger you are, the greater your chance of survival!

Qian Hua turned around and looked at him coldly: "Swallow it, and digest it as quickly as possible."

San Shi gripped the core tightly, feeling the surging power emanating from his palm.

He could even hear the frantic beating of his enormous heart in his chest, like a drumbeat.

This is a huge gamble.

If we win, we'll rise to the top in one fell swoop.

He lost and died from his body exploding.

But looking at Qian Hua's cold and indifferent back, San Shi knew very well that he had no other choice.

"Survive and you'll be king! Even death is better than being slaughtered like a bloodied pig!"

San Shi steeled his resolve and suddenly opened his massive upper and lower jaws.

He dared not chew, fearing that the leaked energy would prematurely blow him to pieces.

With a flick of its long, barbed tongue, it threw the king-level core, which contained terrifying power, into the abyss-like maw.

"Gulp."

His Adam's apple bobbed violently up and down.

The moment the core slid down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity, the surrounding air distorted violently, as if something extremely terrifying had awakened in this space.

With his back to him, Qian Hua had just picked up a heavy forging hammer.

"That's straightforward." Qian Hua smiled faintly.

"boom--!"

A muffled, deafening roar erupted from deep within San Shi's body without warning!

This is like detonating a high-yield crystal energy bomb directly in the center of his internal organs.

"Pfft!" Before San Shi could even scream, a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with a large number of internal organ fragments gushed out of his mouth like a high-pressure water gun.

Blood splattered onto the hard alloy wall in front of them, and a pungent stench instantly filled the air. The high-strength wall was corroded, and large plumes of white smoke rose from it.

His massive, mountain-like body was struck head-on by an invisible, thousand-ton sledgehammer. His knees buckled, and he crashed to the floor with a thud, causing the entire underground laboratory to tremble violently.

"Ughh ...

San Shi rolled and struggled frantically on the ground.

The dark yellow scales on his body, which were originally harder than those of a high-level Origin Soldier, were now cracking inch by inch from the inside of his flesh at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin and flesh were rolled up, and the bones were twisted.

"The energy is completely overloaded." Qian Hua turned around, looking expressionlessly at the horrific scene on the ground.

The wisdom and authority were working at high speed in his mind, and layers of invisible data streams analyzed San Shi's physical condition at the bottom of his pupils with the precision of a top-of-the-line biological scanner.

The bone fracture rate is 70%.

"Extensive damage to the meridians and severe carbonization of the internal organs."

"Vital signs are plummeting; complete disintegration is expected within fifteen seconds."

In those ten seconds that were a matter of life and death.

On the verge of extreme pain and madness, with his last remaining survival instinct, San Shi used his sharp, blood-stained claws to dig into the gaps in the broken scales on his chest and roughly pulled out a delicate porcelain bottle no bigger than a thumb.

That was something Qian Hua had just given him.

Water of life.

This is the only reason he dared to swallow the core.

San Shi's fingers, twisted and deformed from the intense pain, trembled as he carefully opened the bottle cap, even though the pain nearly made him faint.

Then bring it to your lips and gently lick it.

The moment the liquid enters the throat.

A life force so intense it almost materialized exploded in the stench-filled laboratory.

Emerald green light shone through every deep, bone-revealing crack in San Shi's body.

The horrific wound, which had been gushing blood, stopped bleeding instantly under the nourishment of this immense life force.

The shattered muscle tissue writhed, intertwined, and forcibly healed like countless flesh-colored snakes.

The broken bones made a sickening "crackling" sound as they were forcibly reattached.

A flicker of wild joy at surviving a calamity flashed in San Shi's dark yellow vertical pupils.

"I survived! Just as I expected!"

However, before this ecstasy could fully unfold in their eyes, it instantly solidified into a despair deeper than death itself.

Because he clearly felt that the destructive energy belonging to the King-level core within his body had not subsided at all.

Instead, it was like a wild beast whose territory had been challenged, completely enraged by the intervention of the Water of Life!