Body command feeding world

As dawn breaks and the darkness deepens, it is the time when Yin energy is at its peak and malevolent spirits are at their most rampant.

Outside the western city wall of Rock City, the fog in the vast western wilderness suddenly became as thick as ink. The wind was no longer cold, but a black wind carrying the stench of corpses, fishy smells, howls, and despair, surging in from the horizon like a tide, making the entire city tremble slightly.

Not a few scattered shadows, not a lone wolf wandering.

It's a small-scale sluice gate.

A dense swarm of low-level evil creatures, drawn by an invisible, malevolent force, rushed madly toward the city wall. Their numbers, density, and ferocity far exceeded those of normal days by a hundredfold.

Leading the way were dozens of Shadow Fiends, formless and intangible, like billowing black smoke, darting along the ground. They could pass through walls, hide in shadows, and launch silent sneak attacks, their malevolent aura chilling to the bone. Behind them followed a dozen or so bluish-gray Fiend Wolves, several times larger than ordinary wolves, with protruding fangs, rotting fur, and bloodshot eyes. Their claws could split rocks, and they charged like thunder, their roars making the city bricks hum.

A dark mass, like black water overflowing a slope, like a demon emerging from the earth, swept madly towards the city walls and the outer residential area.

The atmosphere of terror instantly reached its peak.

The ordinary merchants who had not yet completely evacuated from the city, the common people who had gotten up early to travel, and the people who did not have time to hide in their houses, turned pale and were terrified the moment they saw this overwhelming tide of evil. Screams, cries, and pleas for mercy tore through the dawn.

"The evil tide! The evil tide is coming—!"

"Run! Hide!"

"Help! Someone please save us—!"

The Shadow Demon was too fast, and the Fiend Wolf's attack was too fierce.

How can mortals escape the clutches of evil spirits and demons?

Screams rang out one after another, blood splattered, and the sounds of flesh and bone being torn apart echoed throughout the room.

Shadowy figures darted into the crowd, silently slaughtering. Mortals had their necks snapped in an instant, their life essence drained, their bodies collapsing to the ground, quickly withering and turning black. Fiends rampaged, their fangs tearing apart bodies, their claws ripping open chests, limbs and severed arms scattered everywhere. The streets and alleys instantly transformed into a living hell, the stench of blood and malevolent energy soaring into the sky, despair enveloping the entire outer city.

The guards on the city wall were ashen-faced, their hands trembling as they gripped their weapons, yet they could only grit their teeth and hold on.

"Quickly! Fire arrows! Block the crenellations! Don't let them rush up!"

"Hold the line! The Suppression Division's reinforcements are on their way!"

Arrows rained down, but had little effect on the invisible and shadowless Shadow Fiends, barely managing to suppress the charging Fiend wolves. The Shadow Fiends continuously pierced through the city walls, leaped onto the city walls, and ambushed the warriors. Many warriors were instantly scratched and bitten, their bodies infected by the Shadow Fiend poison. They screamed and fell to the ground below the city walls, becoming food for the Shadow Fiends.

The warriors fought desperately, hacking and slashing with their swords, enduring a bloody and bitter battle. Every time they killed a Shadow Fiend or a Fiend Wolf, they paid a heavy price. Everyone was wounded, their breathing was disordered, and their defensive line was on the verge of collapse, about to be breached by the Fiend Tide at any moment.

Bitter fighting, brutality, despair, and corpses strewn everywhere.

Throughout the entire western section, there was only one person who, amidst the turbulent waves, remained as still as a rock, so relaxed as to seem almost out of place.

Wu and Wei.

He had already sensed the abnormality of the fog and the restlessness of the Yin energy through his extreme caution over the past few days. He stood in advance at the highest, most stable, and safest position on the crenellation, holding his gun. His three-foot-long aura of Yang energy spread out naturally around him, neither ostentatious nor explosive, but like an invisible wall of fire, keeping the Yin energy out.

The evil tide surged in, its roars deafening, the chilling wind biting to the bone. Mortals below the city perished tragically, warriors fought a bloody and bitter battle, and the world was shrouded in darkness and bloodshed.

Wu Wei stood atop the city wall, his posture as straight as a spear, his face calm and undisturbed, not even his breathing faltering.

The Shadow Demon leaped up the city wall like black smoke, silently attacking his back, throat, and heart with ghostly speed. In the past, even if he could deal with it, he would have needed to concentrate and dodge with all his might.

But at this moment—

Wu Wei didn't even turn around, dodge, or deliberately use his internal energy.

It was just a slight thought.

Secondary Evolution: The Yangyan Xuan Gu Armor instantly covers the body.

The heavy armor, made of dark gold and black ink, covered his entire body. The intricate patterns were like forged iron, and the pale red anti-evil patterns on the surface glowed slightly. An aura of indestructibility, impervious to poison, and unyielding to evil spread out.

The Shadow Fiend's sharp claws slammed into the bone armor.

Sizzle—!

A piercing screeching sound erupted, and sparks flew everywhere.

However, Wu Wei's bone armor did not leave a single white mark. Its hardness far exceeded that of ordinary refined iron. Its anti-evil power was automatically triggered. The shadow evil yin power was burned and melted upon contact. The shadow evil that launched the sneak attack let out a hiss on the spot and was blasted away by the back shock of the Yang Flame Bone Armor.

It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't shake, and it doesn't recede.

It's like crashing into a piece of ancient, black iron.

Several ferocious wolves leaped up, their fangs and gaping jaws snapping at his head and throat, a stench filling the air, their ferocity overwhelming.

Wu Wei remained calm, lightly raising his wrist, casually flicking, pointing, and sweeping the black iron spear.

There was no unleashing of full power, no towering flames; it was just the most basic spear technique, precisely targeting the wolf's brow, throat, and core.

Pfft, pfft, pfft—

Where the spear tip passed, the wolf's head exploded, its body stiffened, and it fell off the city wall, unable to even get within three feet of him.

The Shadow Fiends swarmed in, passing through walls and surrounding the area from all sides, launching relentless sneak attacks.

Wu Wei remained motionless, his body unwavering. His bone armor withstood all sneak attacks, while his spear effortlessly delivered pinpoint kills and sweeping strikes. Each thrust of his spear annihilated a single enemy, simple, direct, efficient, and effortless.

Its bone armor is too hard, too resistant to poison, and difficult for evil spirits to penetrate;

His blood essence is too pure, his gun control is too steady, and every shot hits its target.

With a full marrow and abundant energy, one becomes more stable with each battle.

Below the city walls lies a living hell, where warriors fight a bloody and bitter battle, suffering heavy casualties, and the defensive line is on the verge of collapse.

On the city wall stood a man with a spear, his bone armor as solid as a rock. He swept away the hordes of demons as easily as cutting grass, his movements so effortless they were breathtaking.

The contrast is so stark it's almost blinding.

As the guards fought desperately, they caught a glimpse of the figure standing motionless like a demon god out of the corner of their eyes. They were all dumbfounded and almost forgot to defend themselves.

Faced with the same monstrous tide, they fought with all their might, their lives hanging by a thread;

This silent patrolling cultivator was able to single-handedly maintain control of an area, making it difficult for the evil spirits to approach. He easily crushed them, as if the evil tide before him was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

Wu Wei remained calm throughout, showing no emotional fluctuations, neither pity nor arrogance. He simply fired his spear mechanically and precisely, striking, killing, and sweeping, his bone armor withstanding the sneak attacks, steadily stabilizing his defenses and consolidating his control over blood essence, bone essence, and spear techniques.

This small-scale evil tide, which would be a life-or-death ordeal for others, was nothing more than a relaxing practical training exercise for him.

All this composure did not stem from a sudden surge in cultivation level or a rapid increase in power, but rather from just four words:

Be cautious in advance.

If he were to meditate in a relaxed and carefree manner as before, and if he did not take a position or prepare in advance, he would inevitably be caught off guard, surrounded, and attacked in vital areas by the sudden attack of the evil tide, repeating the perilous situation he faced in the battle with Xiaobaitong.

His caution made him invincible.

His stability allowed him to easily crush any threat of equal strength.

Half an hour later, the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, and the reinforcements from the Suppressing Evil Division finally arrived. The powerful killing formation was deployed, the evil tide gradually receded, and the remaining Shadow Evils and Evil Wolves were wiped out one by one.

The streets and alleys were in complete disarray, with corpses strewn everywhere and blood flowing like streams. The survivors trembled in fear, and the warriors collapsed to the ground, covered in blood, panting heavily, each wounded and utterly exhausted.

The entire western section was filled with a scene of devastation, deathly silence, and the despair of survivors.

Only Wu Wei stood atop the city wall, spear in hand. His bone armor slowly dissipated, revealing his neat clothes and steady breathing. Not a drop of sweat had fallen from his eyes, as if he were merely observing a scene.

He holstered his gun and stood still, his gaze calmly sweeping over the ravaged land. Without lingering or making a fuss, he returned to his patrol post, closed his eyes, and focused on consolidating the power he had just honed.

The hardness, resistance to poison, and stability of the secondary bone armor are completely integrated into instinct;

The precision control of blood essence and the fluidity of spear techniques have been further improved;

The marrow sea was replenished a little more during the steady battle.

Its strength has been solidified once again without making a fuss.

The light of dawn finally pierced the darkness, shining on the city walls stained with blood and demonic energy.

Wu Wei sat quietly with his eyes closed, his figure as solitary and aloof as ever.

While others struggled to survive, he held his ground with ease.

While others suffered heavy casualties, he was unharmed.

While others were still in shock, he solidified his foundation.

It's not that he's ridiculously strong, it's just that he's steady, cautious, calm, and practical enough.

The world of animal husbandry is treacherous, with unpredictable and ever-changing tides, and powerful figures abound.

The true meaning of survival is never about a momentary burst of power, nor about indiscriminately killing opponents of higher levels, but rather:

Be cautious beforehand, remain calm during the process, and consolidate the results afterward.

Bone armor as solid as a rock, so too is the heart.