Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

He turned back and looked at the river again.

In just a breath or two, the huge, dark, floating shadow on the river surface vanished.

The surrounding people were talking about it, saying that it was gradually sinking. Seeing that there was nothing more to see, the crowd slowly dispersed.

The river was murky, with ripples spreading across its surface, and raindrops splashed up fine ripples.

Where the shadowy figure had stood, only an empty body of water remained, as if nothing had ever existed there.

but……

Lin Fusheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

The [Forging Method Visualization Diagram] in his mind did not stop trembling, nor did that indescribable powerful attraction disappear!

The direction has just changed.

He could clearly sense that the source of the attraction was moving, at a seemingly slow but actually rapid speed, following the river current and creeping towards the area where the yarn factory clusters along the riverbank were located upstream.

That ancient, wild, cold, and violent sense of oppression also shifted, like an invisible shadow, enveloping that direction.

"Have you seen enough?" Liu Heishou urged anxiously from the side. "Let's go quickly! Your injury can't be delayed any longer!"

Lin Fusheng slowly withdrew his gaze, his face expressionless, but his mind was made up.

He had to go and see.

Even just from a distance, he couldn't understand why this thing held such a terrifying attraction for him.

"I'm not going back. I'm going to the yarn factory area along the river."

"What?" Liu Heishou's eyes widened. "Are you crazy? What are you going there to do in this state? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"That's precisely why I must go." Lin Fusheng's voice was not loud as he offered a reason: "The people from Jin Yu Lou fleeing in that direction is definitely not normal. They may have an ambush, and I need to go and warn the people in the association... or at least see it with my own eyes."

Liu Heishou's eyes became complicated.

He had thought that the boy, having experienced such a deadly situation and betrayal, would become more cold-blooded and selfish, but he never expected this...

He was still concerned about the safety of the association?

He almost got himself killed by the people in the guild, and now he's thinking of reporting it?

This kind of character... A surge of warmth welled up in Liu Heishou's chest.

"In that case..." he gritted his teeth, "I'll go with you! More people means more support!"

Lin Fusheng shook his head, his tone resolute: "Don't go."

After saying that, he staggered but walked quickly toward the riverside road.

Liu Heishou stood there, watching the receding figure, feeling a surge of emotion in his chest.

"What a righteous and chivalrous man... Lin Fusheng, I'll remember you!"

He ultimately didn't follow, wiped the rain off his face, and turned to disappear into the streets.

At the same time, along the riverside road.

Wang Benliu, Chen Bao, and Zhou Lei, leading more than ten elite men, were relentlessly pursuing Gao Hansheng, Qian Biao, and their group.

They were getting closer and closer to the cluster of rows of yarn factory buildings.

The rain had made the roads muddy. As Zhou Lei ran, he whispered, "Sixth Brother, just ahead is the territory of our association's yarn factory. If they run this way, aren't they just asking for trouble?"

Chen Bao's eyes showed suspicion: "There's definitely something wrong! They either have backup or they've made arrangements!"

Wang Benliu's face was grim. He was well aware of the suspicious circumstances, but his superiors only cared about the results.

"We have to follow up even if there are problems!"

He took a breath. "Once we reach the riverside road, it won't just be the three of us facing things alone. There's more than one master of the Bronze Bone style there, plus a master of the Mercury Blood style!"

Hearing him say this, Chen Bao and Zhou Lei had no choice but to suppress their unease and give chase.

At this moment, a faint yet undeniable fishy smell wafted in, mingled with the damp river breeze and rain.

"Can you smell a fishy smell?" Chen Bao sniffed.

"It's probably the fishy smell from the river; it's even stronger on rainy days," Zhou Lei said dismissively.

Wang Benliu frowned but didn't pay much attention.

Ahead, the tall brick and stone walls and the outline of the continuous factory buildings can already be seen.

Gao Hansheng, Qian Biao, and others have been forced to an open area near the riverbank outside the yarn factory area to unload goods.

They stopped, turned around, and stopped running.

Startled by the commotion, a sharp whistle sounded from inside the yarn factory, and the factory gates opened.

Dozens of elite factory security team members rushed out and quickly formed an encirclement around the perimeter.

What was even more reassuring was that two figures slowly emerged from the depths of the textile factory.

These two people looked ordinary, but their steps were as steady as mountains, their eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and they exuded a heavy pressure that far exceeded that of the Iron Tendon Realm. They were Copper Bone Realm experts from the Tongxin Society who had been stationed here for many years!

Wang Benliu and his group quickly caught up. Upon seeing the bronze-bone expert, they felt relieved and stepped forward, bowing respectfully: "Gentlemen, I am Wang Benliu of Huai Ren Tang. I have been ordered by President Du and Hall Master Hu to hunt down these two!"

A master of bronze bones nodded slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over Gao Hansheng and Qian Biao, who were surrounded in the middle.

"In that case, I'll help you get it."

He took a step and slowly walked forward.

An invisible sense of oppression suddenly became sharp.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing the bronze-boned expert approach, Gao Hansheng remained calm and composed, then suddenly burst into laughter, "You scum from the Tongxin Society, today I'll show you what I'm made of!"

Before he finished speaking, he and Qian Biao simultaneously reached into their pockets and each pulled out two small packets, each about the size of a palm, tightly wrapped in black cloth and emitting a strong, pungent, fishy stench!

The next moment, the two of them suddenly threw the black bag into the air and simultaneously smashed it in mid-air with their palms!

"Bang!"

The black cloth ripped apart, and the air was filled with black, wet powder. The stench instantly surged, spreading like a thick fog!

The smell seemed to be a mixture of rotting fish and shrimp, river mud that had accumulated for centuries, and some indescribable, stale stench of blood, making one want to vomit.

Almost at the same instant the black powder exploded and a foul stench filled the air—

An unimaginable sense of oppression, mixed with the decaying smell of silt and corpses from the riverbed, pounded heavily on everyone's chest.

The air suddenly became thick and sticky.

All sounds seemed to be instantly ripped away.

Only a low, muffled hum, originating from the earth or deep water, remained, vibrating through the periosteum and internal organs.

Everyone's face turned deathly pale.

The less skilled Stone Skin Realm fighter's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

This didn't feel like murderous intent or oppressive power; it was more like the arrival of a primal, wild being, causing the world to hold its breath.

"What is that...?"

A master of bronze bones narrowed his eyes and abruptly looked towards the Songjiang River. He sensed that the terrifying pressure originated from the riverbed!

Recalling the ancient legends of Songjiang, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

"Take down these two first!" another expert with a narrow face and bronze bones shouted.

This anomaly must be related to that strange powder.

Without further hesitation, the two transformed into shadows, unleashing their power to shatter metal and break iron, and attacked Gao Hansheng and Qian Biao from the left and right respectively!

Gao Hansheng and Qian Biao's expressions changed drastically. They retreated desperately, their blood and qi surging forth to block the attack.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two muffled thuds!

Gao Hansheng barely managed to block the blow, his arm nearly splitting open, and he coughed up blood and staggered backward.

Qian Biao's left shoulder was grazed by the edge of a palm, and the sound of bone cracking rang out clearly. His entire left arm twisted and hung down in a strange way. He let out a miserable groan, and his face turned ashen.

It seemed that the next blow would kill the two men.

"Waaah—"

An indescribable, deep groan, as if from the depths of an ancient abyss, pierced through everything and entered everyone's minds!

"Rumble..."

The river surface trembled violently.

The turbid river water seemed to be violently churned at the bottom by an invisible giant hand, rising and falling violently to form short, chaotic waves that pounded against the riverbank and splashed black and yellow water several meters high.

The mud and pebbles on the bank rolled with a soft rustling sound, and the tall walls and chimneys of the distant textile factory seemed to tremble slightly.

The sense of oppression increased tenfold, becoming a tangible weight pressing down on everyone's shoulders and hearts.

Several iron-muscled warriors groaned and bled.

Even the two experts with bronze bones suddenly changed color, their blood and qi stagnating and churning within their bodies!

Right now.

The water near the riverbank suddenly bulged upwards, as if a huge object was rapidly rising from underwater!

Crash—!!!

The black and yellow water curtain exploded, and a waterfall more than ten feet high shot into the sky!

Amidst a spray of water and a pungent, fishy smell, a colossal, dark shadow, like a battering ram thrown from hell, leaped out, carrying with it tons of river water, and then—

boom!!!!

The earth is shaking!

It crashed heavily onto the open ground between the riverbank and the yarn factory's unloading area.

The soft ground instantly collapsed into a huge pit, and mud, gravel, broken wood, and river water sprayed wildly in all directions!

The few stone-skin thugs who came recently were smashed into mincemeat by the mudslide without even uttering a sound!

The monster was fully revealed.

It crouched in the pit, like a mountain of flesh shaped like a nightmare, nearly three zhang high.

Its entire body has a soft, greasy texture, like a huge, half-melted adipocere, with bruises and a deep purple network of blood vessels showing through its pale skin.

Countless hairs, over a foot long and soaked in blackish-yellow viscous fluid, clung tightly to the body, like shrouds soaked in a river for a hundred years, dripping with filthy liquid.

At the top of the mountain of flesh was a deathly pale face like that of an ape, with deep-set eye sockets containing two cloudy, pupil-less, milky-white eyeballs.

Its wide mouth, stretching to its ears, was slightly open, revealing yellowish-brown fangs, and a pungent stench, like thoroughly fermented mud, emanated from its dark throat.

What is most terrifying is its arms and fists, which are completely disproportionate to its bloated body.

His arms were deformed; even when he squatted, his long arms, covered with thick, black skin like heavy iron and with bulging veins, hung down, and his dark blue fists, the size of millstones, still easily touched the ground.

The knuckles were cracked and covered in filth from the riverbed; the knuckles were raised like iron tumors; even when still, they exuded an aura of pure destruction.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The monster's milky-white eyes rolled, locking onto the two bronze-bone masters who were closest to it and about to deliver a fatal blow to Gao Hansheng and his companion.

The intense fishy smell caused an instant surge of boundless ferocity in its eyes.

The expert with the narrow face and bronze bones was the first to be hit, less than ten feet away from the monster.

As the crisis struck, he roared, his whole body flashing with bronze light, and he concentrated all his strength into his palms and pushed hard, trying to block or use the force to fly back.

however--

The monster's right arm, hanging down to the ground, seemed to swing casually.

Its movements were even languid and slow. But the instant it moved, the air emitted a terrifying shriek as if it had been violently shattered!

The dark blue fist rapidly magnified in the field of vision, resembling a flying iron mountain!

"No--!!!"

The roar abruptly stopped.