Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

At the same time, Sun Jianjun's body was also undergoing the same changes.

His blood condensed into dozens of small Asura shapes, pounding wildly inside his abdominal cavity and turning his internal organs into a mess.

He could feel his stomach being squeezed into his chest cavity, and his liver being torn and deformed by blood.

The large and small intestines were completely knotted and tangled, constantly writhing under the impact of the blood in the shape of a demon.

He looked down at his stomach, where one fist-sized bulge after another was forming on his belly.

Densely packed, rising and falling, it looked like a nest of snakes wriggling wildly inside his abdominal cavity.

Sun Changhe's suffering was the longest.

His blood didn't burst out all at once; it started from the extremities and gushed out inch by inch.

He could feel every drop of blood in his body being squeezed out by an invisible force.

From fingertips to wrists, from wrists to elbows, from elbows to shoulders, they bulge, swell, and expand in sequence.

His arm swelled to three times its original size, and the skin was stretched so thick it became transparent and shiny.

The blood vessels under his skin looked like tubes filled with red ink, and you could see the blood surging under his skin in waves.

Each surge was accompanied by the sound of muscle fibers being torn apart.

Feng Guangcai suffered the most.

All the blood in his body was squeezed into his lower body, and his legs and groin were swollen like balls.

The pants were torn, and countless bloody cracks appeared on the skin of the thighs.

Blood seeped from the cracks and trickled down his legs.

His eyes were fixed on his genitals, and he was screaming incoherently.

Four people, four different parts of their bodies erupting, but the degree of pain was exactly the same.

Then the fist slammed to the bottom.

Shura's fist traced a blood-red arc in the air before slamming into the ground with unstoppable force.

At the same instant, the blood of the four people in the room was violently propelled out of their bodies by an irresistible force.

All the blood vessels from the waist to the chest of the four people burst simultaneously, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

The blood mist, mixed with muscle fragments, bone chips, and tissue fibers, left dense, bloody marks on the wall.

The upper bodies of the four people completely disappeared.

Only the remains below the waist lay in a pool of blood.

The load-bearing structure of the entire three-story building was shattered by the power of blood at the same time.

A huge crack split open in the middle of the reinforced concrete floor slab, and the crack spread outwards like a spider web.

The walls tilted, the windows shattered, the roof collapsed, and rubble and steel bars fell from the ceiling, splashing blood into the pool of blood.

With a loud bang, the safe house collapsed.

The rubble and debris piled up into a small hill, and the dust and blood mist mixed together, forming a mushroom-shaped dark red cloud of smoke in the night.

The Sharp Blade team members who had come to reinforce from afar stopped in their tracks.

They were the second echelon stationed at a military camp five kilometers away. They were awakened by the alarm at 2:30 a.m. and rushed to reinforce the camp at full speed.

A convoy of three hundred people formed a long line on the provincial highway, with the headlights of armored vehicles, troop carriers, and command jeeps casting streaks of white light in the night.

Then they saw the dark red cloud of smoke.

That was no ordinary explosion.

An explosion would produce a flash of light, but there was no flash of light on the ruins of the safe house; only dark red smoke was slowly rising.

A gigantic Asura face could be vaguely seen in the smoke and clouds, looking down at the ruins below, a compassionate smile on its lips.

In the co-pilot's seat of the jeep, the commander put down his binoculars, his voice hoarse.

"We're late."

They were late.

There were no signs of life in the ruins; all four targets were dead.

The three hundred Sharp Blade team members who had fallen around them were still breathing, but all of them were unconscious.

The Song Dynasty is no longer in ruins.

He stood at the highest point of the ruins, his feet treading on broken floorboards and twisted steel bars. Behind him, the crimson Asura slowly retracted its fist, transforming back into swirling blood mist that gently rotated around his body.

The searchlight beams shone from all directions, illuminating him in every detail.

His work clothes were so faded that their original color was no longer visible, and he looked like he had been pulled out of a pool of blood.

But he stood very straight, his back as upright as a steel bar, a stark contrast to the hunched-over, trembling migrant worker who had knelt in the interrogation room three days earlier.

Surrounding the ruins, concentric circles of armed forces were closing in on him.

The diesel engines of the armored vehicles roared in the night, and the tailgates of the troop transport trucks slammed down.

Fully armed Sharp Blade team members filed out of the vehicle, their combat boots making a uniform sound as they stepped on the gravel ground.

From the four directions of east, west, south, and north, a dense mass of people stretched as far as the eye could see.

The roar of propellers filled the sky as four armed helicopters swooped down from the clouds, their white searchlight beams shining on the ruins, illuminating Song Chao and the pile of rubble beneath his feet brighter than daytime.

The machine gunner on the helicopter had his finger on the trigger, and the red dots from the infrared scope were densely packed onto Song Chao's body. His forehead, chest, and limbs—every vital part of his body was locked by at least three dots.

The sniper occupied the high ground of all the surrounding buildings.

Twelve people were lying on the roof of the abandoned farm machinery warehouse to the east, eight were crouching on the top of the water tower to the west, fifteen were hidden in the bushes on the hillside to the north, and ten large-caliber anti-material sniper rifles were set up on the roof of a house to the south.

A total of forty-five snipers, all forty-five armor-piercing rounds loaded, moved their guns slightly in the night, always keeping them aimed at the person standing at the highest point of the ruins.

On the ground, riot shields formed an impenetrable wall.

Each shield is 1.8 meters tall and made of high-strength transparent polycarbonate material, capable of withstanding the impact of grenade fragments.

Behind the shields were the Sharp Blade team members holding rifles, buttstocks against their shoulders, safety off, fingers resting on the outside of the trigger guard, ready to fire at any moment.

The front-line members of the shield formation all wore newly issued "superhuman suppressors" on their waists.

A portable electromagnetic pulse device that can release high-energy electromagnetic pulses over short distances, specifically designed to interfere with the energy fields of known superhumans.

This stuff hasn't been used in actual combat yet, but lab data says it's effective.

But no one knows how effective they are against a bloodline superhuman like Song Chao.

The encirclement of 30,000 people stretched for a radius of three kilometers from the center of the ruins to the outermost edge, layer upon layer, completely impenetrable.

This is no longer the police force that a single city can mobilize; it is an elite force urgently drawn from the entire province and even neighboring provinces.

To contain one person, the Star Federation mobilized its largest peacetime armed force.

The night wind swept across the ruins, ruffling Song Chao's tattered work clothes and stirring up the blood-red dust on the rubble beneath his feet.

He stood at the very center of the encirclement of 30,000 people, with the Asura Blood Mist behind him still slowly churning, the dark red mist gleaming eerily under the white light of the searchlights.

He looked up and glanced around.

East, South, West, North.

Above and below the sky.

They are all enemies.

His lips twitched slightly, a smile that seemed to convey a sense of relief in the face of adversity.

"Thirty thousand people."

He said in a low voice.

"You really think highly of me."