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

puff!

boom!

The muffled sound of flesh and bones being smashed and crushed was followed by a secondary explosion caused by the fist slamming into the ground!

Soil, gravel, severed limbs...

Along with the remaining half of the bronze-boned master's body, he was swept away by the force of the punch and thrown backward!

The other half was scooped up by the monster's other giant hand as if picking fruit.

The monster brought it close to its gaping maw, its milky-white eyes seemingly glancing down at it, and then—

Slurp.

It was as if they were sucking out bone marrow, or licking rotten flesh.

The faint sound of the viscous entrails being sucked and crushed could be heard.

Several pieces of broken lung and intestines slipped out from between the teeth.

It casually discarded the shriveled remains, its cloudy eyes darting around again, locking onto the 'food' with the most vigorous life force in the arena.

From the moment the monster appeared to the instant death and devouring of a bronze-boned master, only two or three breaths passed!

Dead silence.

An overwhelming sense of fear exploded like a bucket of ice water poured over my head!

"Monster, monster!!!"

"Run—!!!"

The surviving thugs were terrified and fled in all directions, crying and screaming.

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

The piercing alarm bells, like a belated death knell, sounded mournfully from the yarn factories along the river!

Powerful auras surged into the sky from the depths of the yarn factory!

Iron tendons, bronze bones... and even several more profound and terrifying auras of mercury-blooded powerhouses rushed towards the scene of the incident like ferocious beasts that had been awakened!

"What kind of monster are you? How dare you invade the property of my Tongxin Association!"

A deep, booming roar rang out, and an elderly man in gray robes strode over. His gaze swept over the chaotic scene, and his old face instantly turned ashen.

Immediately afterward, two figures, a man and a woman, rapidly approached, both exuding the aura of mercury blood. The man was as burly as an iron tower, while the woman had sharp, piercing eyes.

"What the hell is that? Did it crawl out of the Songjiang River?"

The man standing on the Eiffel Tower gasped in shock.

The sharp-eyed woman's gaze was like a knife: "It was lured here!"

Before the words were even finished, the monster's cloudy, milky-white eyes slowly turned toward the three mercury-blooded masters.

Its limp body swayed slightly.

The next moment, that nightmare-inducing iron arm swung up again!

The giant fist tore through the air, carrying the pent-up fury of thousands of years finally released, ripping apart the rain and distorting the light, as it slammed down on the area where the three mercury-blooded masters were located!

Before the fist even landed, the terrifying wind pressure had already caused the ground to collapse, and rubble was thrown up like powder!

"Make your move!"

The three experts in mercury-blooded martial arts shouted in unison, holding nothing back!

Their blood and qi roared like the Yangtze River, and three powerful forces surged into the sky, joining forces to meet the earth-shattering giant fist!

Thump! ...

A terrifying collision sound, far exceeding any previous one, exploded!

A visible ring of air blast spread wildly from the point of impact, tearing up the ground layer by layer and pulverizing the remaining brick walls and wooden sheds like paper!

Even if the closest iron-boned and bronze-boned warriors were only swept by the edge of the shockwave, they were still struck as if by a heavy blow, spitting out blood and flying backward!

The martial artists from the Tongxin Society, seeing that it was a powerful figure named Mercury Blood making a move, exclaimed in surprise:

"There's hope!"

"A Mercury-Blooded Powerhouse!"

However, the monster's giant fist only lasted for a moment before it crushed the three people's combined attack and blasted the three figures apart!

Swish swish!

Experts from various industries of the Tongxin Association and other yarn factories rushed to the aid.

The world changed color, and chaos erupted.

Wang Benliu, Chen Bao, and Zhou Lei looked terrified, knowing that this place was definitely not something they could get involved in, and they gradually retreated behind the group, intending to escape.

At that very moment, a shockwave from afar, mixed with violent turbulence, slammed into them like an invisible hammer!

"puff--!"

All three coughed up blood simultaneously, feeling as if their internal organs had shifted and several ribs were shattered. Wang Benliu, despite being the most powerful, was also fatally wounded and his vision blurred; Chen Bao and Zhou Lei collapsed to the ground, barely breathing.

"Let's go, let's go!!!"

Wang Benliu's eye slit open, and he could no longer care about Zhou and Chen. He turned and fled. Chen and Zhou struggled to their feet and staggered into the bushes in the distance, their hearts filled with fear and relief at surviving.

On the other side, Gao Hansheng and Qian Biao, who were also violently thrown into the mud by the aftershocks of the battle, were in an even more miserable state.

Qian Biao's left arm was already shattered, and now he was even more injured and barely hanging on by a thread; Gao Hansheng suffered severe internal injuries and several broken ribs, and struggled to get up.

They gazed at the terrifying monster in the distance, which was wreaking havoc on the yarn factory, and breathed heavily.

The mission appears to have been a complete success. They survived.

......

At the same time.

Lin Fusheng was trudging along a secluded, overgrown path along the riverbank toward the yarn factory on the riverside road.

Every step caused pain in my internal organs, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead.

However, the extraordinary and powerful blood energy within his body was like a gushing hot spring, constantly nourishing the damaged muscles and bones and repairing the tiny cracks.

A series of rapid engine roars approached from afar, interrupting his thoughts.

Lin Fusheng stopped alertly and slipped into a thicket of reeds.

Not far away, on the regular road leading to the yarn factory area, one black car after another sped by.

The headlights pierced through the rain and mist, and the tires splashed up high piles of mud as they rolled over the puddles. These vehicles were all the same style, and the front of the vehicles seemed to bear the distinctive emblem of the Tongxin Society.

"So many cars? And they're all passenger cars?"

Lin Fusheng frowned. In Songjiang Beach, especially among gangs, cars were an absolute rarity and a symbol of status.

Those qualified to have a driver in a car are at least high-ranking officials at the level of a hall master or above, or can only use such a driver when performing extremely important official duties. The current situation is by no means ordinary.

"Something terrible has happened."

He found a slightly elevated earthen slope with shrubs blocking the view in front of him, and parted the branches to look towards the yarn factory area along the river.

That one look made his blood almost freeze instantly!

As far as the eye can see, the once neatly arranged textile factory buildings with their towering chimneys along the riverbank are now a scene of utter devastation.

The situation was particularly severe at the No. 3 yarn factory recently: most of the tall brick walls had collapsed, the iconic gatehouse was reduced to a twisted skeleton, and thick smoke mixed with water vapor billowed out.

And in the heart of that ruins and chaos, stood a gigantic, nightmarish figure!

It was like a moving mountain of flesh. With each seemingly slow swing of its arm, its pair of millstone-sized, bluish-black iron fists could easily smash brick walls and flatten steel frames. Any figure that dared to approach, those Tongxin Society masters who were usually high and mighty in the eyes of ordinary martial artists, were blown away and crushed like flies!

Blood mist exploded repeatedly in the air, scattering limbs and remains everywhere.

Lin Fusheng's pupils constricted, and his heart pounded.

What is this?

Is there such a monster in this world besides martial arts?

He remembered what Uncle Rong had mentioned about the "ominous" creature. He had thought it was just a water monkey or something similar, but he never expected it to be such a huge thing!

Even more horrifying, he clearly saw several powerful figures with profound auras and faint mercury-blood-like light around them have their bodies easily smashed by the monster's punch!

"Is mercury-infected people being indiscriminately killed?!"

This realization sent chills down his spine.

How could something like this be hidden beneath the Songjiang River?

Could it be that Jin Yulou's two iron bars fled to the cotton mill along the river to lure it out?

Just as his mind was in turmoil.

hum!

Deep within his mind, the [Casting Method Visualization Diagram] suddenly trembled violently, ten or even a hundred times stronger than when he sensed it by the river!

The feeling was incredibly clear.

The visualization depicts the desire for that monster, or rather, the desire for something on it!

Lin Fusheng desperately suppressed his almost out-of-control impulse.

"Ancestor... calm down!"

He growled inwardly, "Going there now is suicide! We'll be walking right into the monster's mouth!"

After forcibly calming himself down, he breathed heavily.

The unusual movement of the visualization diagram must be related to that ghostly thing.

He then hid deeper into the bushes, concealing his movements as much as possible, and cautiously approached the direction of the battle.

Find a relatively safe location where you can see the situation clearly, observe how Tongxin will deal with the monster, and then see if you can find any connection between the visualization and the monster.

Although the risks are high, it's worth the gamble as long as you can keep your position well hidden.

Having made up his mind, he moved more carefully, preparing to circle around to a more secluded abandoned guard post with a better view.

Just as I parted a thicket of thorny brambles in front of me, suddenly—

"Heh, heh..."

A faint yet intense panting sound came from the tall grass ahead!

Lin Fusheng froze instantly, his whole body tensing up.

He silently lowered his body and peered toward the source of the sound.

Just three or four zhang ahead, in a patch of flattened weeds, a person lay supine, his clothes tattered and covered in mud and dark red blood, with foamy blood constantly oozing from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Fusheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

It was a bit unexpected.

I never expected to see this person again here, in this way.

Wang Benliu.

Not long ago, at the stone bench in Ginkgo Park, the tough guy from Huai Ren Tang gave him the mission to cover the retreat and die, and casually slapped Xiao Tian across the face.

A chill permeated his eyes.

He recalled the order that had almost killed him, and Xiao Tian's swollen cheeks.

He first confirmed that the other person was seriously injured and alone, then slowly walked over.

"Brother Ben Liu, it's been a long time."

Wang Benliu's unfocused gaze barely squinted. When he saw that it was Lin Fusheng emerging from the shadows, his eyes bulged out, a mixture of extreme shock and disbelief in them.

"You...how could you...still be alive?"

He managed to squeeze out a few words in a hoarse voice.

Gao Hansheng's iron-tendoned palm strike, powerful enough to split stone tablets, clearly landed squarely on this kid!

He witnessed Lin Fusheng coughing up blood and flying backwards, barely breathing!

How could a lowly soldier who has just entered the Stone Skin, experienced fierce battles and suffered heavy blows still be standing here?

Lin Fusheng did not answer.

His gaze swept over Wang Benliu's limp body and landed on the short blade sheathed in the leather scabbard at the other's waist.

He walked over, lifted his mud-covered boots, and mercilessly and firmly stepped on Wang Benliu's face, which was contorted with terror, crushing his head into the damp soil.

Wang Benliu groaned, his remaining strength allowing him to struggle in vain, but he couldn't budge that foot.

Lin Fusheng bent down and swiftly drew his short knife.

The blade is about 1.2 feet long, slightly curved, with a blood groove, and gleams with a cold, bluish light in the dim sunlight.

He's a good killer.

He slowly moved the cold blade to Wang Benliu's face, gently tapping the deformed cheek with the blade, producing soft, rhythmic slaps.

"You looked really smug when you were fanning Xiaotian in Ginkgo Park just now."

"You dog, what are you pretending for?"