Body command feeding world

The dark mist of the Black Bone Nest was as thick as unyielding corpse fluid, cold and foul against the skin. Every gust of wind carried the low wails of vengeful spirits and the soft, grating sounds of flesh being gnawed at. The ground was piled high withered bones, human and animal bones intertwined and pressed together, crunching and crumbling underfoot. Dark brown scabs mixed with bone powder clung to the soles of shoes, each step feeling like treading on a mass grave of thousands.

From the depths of the valley, countless malevolent roars echoed, shaking people to their very core. Before the defenses were breached, fear had already begun to gnaw at people's hearts.

The Qingyun Sect disciples at the front of the group had already hardened their faces, no longer showing any of their previous arrogance. Their bones were taut, weapons were in their hands, and their auras were heavy, clearly indicating that they had also sensed that the ferocity of this place far exceeded their expectations.

Just as the line of soldiers began to slowly advance—

Deep within Wu Wei's bones, Shu's will suddenly exploded, urgent, sharp, and carrying an unprecedented solemnity, like a death warrant striking his soul:

This place is not a den of evil, but a prison.

[They were lured here, fattened up, and then trapped here.]

Do not enter, do not go deep, and do not approach any puddles, watermarks, or dark pools.

[Hold the line in a blind spot, avoid engagement, and do not leave cover.]

Something's not right here.

Wu and Wei's steps were instantly frozen in place.

Without the slightest hesitation, he abruptly retreated, his back against a massive, half-human-sized skeleton, shrinking into the outermost corner of the group—a safe haven where he could advance or retreat, protected on three sides, but refusing to venture even half a step deeper into the valley. His black iron spear lay across his chest, his Yangyan Bone Armor silently covering his body, his aura suppressed to the extreme, like a stubborn rock blending into the shadows.

Just as Shi Meng was about to charge forward with his sword, he saw him suddenly stop and defend himself. Startled, he quickly followed, "Brother Wu? Why aren't you going in..."

"Don't leave my side for more than three steps," Wu Wei said coldly, his voice flat. "Don't touch water, and don't go into low-lying areas."

Although Shi Meng did not understand why, he had already taken his words as a rule for life and death, and stayed close to him, not daring to take a single step.

The next moment—

boom--!!!

The entire valley trembled violently.

The dark fog suddenly exploded.

First wave: Low-level evil tide.

Shadow fiends, fiend wolves, and fiend corpses surged forth like a black flood bursting its banks, densely packed and seemingly endless. The rogue cultivators at the very front didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before being pounced on to the ground, their claws and teeth tearing at them, their necks snapping, their abdomens ripped open, their intestines and bits of flesh dragging on the withered bones, warm blood splattering into a red mist, which was instantly chilled to the bone by the eerie wind.

Someone swung their knife wildly, only to have it pierced through their body by the Shadow Fiend, frozen in place, and instantly devoured into a skeleton.

Some cried out and retreated, only to be blocked by the monstrous tide behind them. They were attacked from both sides and instantly torn to pieces.

The stench of blood filled the air, and severed limbs lay piled at the feet; hell on earth unfolded completely in that moment.

The warriors who suppressed evil spirits and the disciples of the Qingyun Sect swung their blades wildly, unleashing their bone essence to withstand the attack head-on. However, the evil tide surged like waves, pushing back one layer only to be replaced by another, fearless and relentless, growing ever larger with each kill.

Screams, cracking bones, tearing sounds, and dying whimpers mingled together, sending chills down your spine.

This is just the beginning.

The ferocious roars within the valley reached another peak.

Second wave: Bloodclaw Fangs.

Dozens of blood-clawed fangs, jet black with claws as sharp as black iron, broke through the horde of demons, rampaging wildly. Each one could easily tear apart the defenses of an ordinary warrior. With a sweep of claw wind, flesh and bone were torn apart. Several rogue cultivators were struck head-on, their chests instantly ripped open, their hearts ripped out in blood, beating a few times between the claws before being chewed up in one bite.

Someone with severed hands and feet crawled on the ground seeking help, only to have their skull crushed by the approaching wolves.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect were forced back one after another. Some had their shoulders torn and bitten, some had their sides scratched, their bone armor cracked, and their blood essence disordered. They lost all composure and were left only in a sorry state and in shock and anger.

Panic spread like a plague.

But the true stillness comes from the dark, low-lying areas within the valley—

Splash...

The sound of cold, sticky, and lifeless water.

The third wave: Water Fiend.

A bluish-green shadow slowly rose from the puddles, icy crevices, and pools of blood, its form twisting like flowing icy water, without a fixed outline, only a pair of eerie green eyes shining in the ripples. The extreme cold spread wildly, instantly freezing the ground into a ghastly white crust wherever it passed, turning vegetation into brittle fragments, and even the splattered blood froze into ice particles in mid-air.

Intermediate level evil.

It is adept at controlling water-based blades, capable of stealthy attacks, and becomes stronger when it encounters water, but is afraid of extreme yang fire.

The Water Fiend doesn't charge head-on; instead, it moves silently through the shadows and on the ice, unleashing water-shaped ice blades as thin as cicada wings. These blades are so fast that their trajectory is invisible, yet so sharp that they can cut through bone armor, sever tendons, and pierce throats.

*Pfft—Pfft—Pfft—*

As soon as a rogue cultivator turned around, his throat was pierced by an ice blade, blood spurted out, his body instantly froze and turned purple, and he fell onto the ice, turning into an ice corpse in the blink of an eye.

A samurai swung his sword to parry, but the blade was sliced ​​open by the ice blade, and the remaining force went straight to his heart, killing him instantly.

Wherever the water demon passed, only frozen blood and mangled corpses remained; even the wailing was frozen in the throat.

The battlefield has completely turned into a slaughterhouse.

Loose cultivators fell in droves, and disciples of the Qingyun Sect were constantly injured and suffered broken bones, causing the Zhensha Army Formation to teeter on the brink of collapse.

But this is still not the end.

From the depths of the valley, a childish, sinister, and extremely grating sneer slowly drifted over.

The fourth wave: Little White Child.

Several small white figures emerged from the mist, their faces as pale as corpses, their eyes pitch black and devoid of compassion, their claws three inches long and bluish-black. Their bodies were covered in thick, viscous Yin energy, and their movements were ghostly and unpredictable. They could pass through walls, disappear into shadows, and instantly switch places. As soon as they appeared, they rushed straight to the weakest point in the defense, biting the neck and sucking the life essence.

Those caught in the attack instantly suffered skin ulceration and blackening, the deadly poison seeping into their bones, screaming as they withered into corpses.

Despair overwhelmed everyone.

They can't escape, they can't hold out, and they can't be killed all of them.

Human beings are powerless to struggle against this deliberately gathered and ignited evil tide.

Wu and Wei, from beginning to end, relied on the withered bones behind them, stubbornly defending a corner, never advancing a step or pursuing an inch.

Because of Yin Shu's warning, his caution, and his distance from all puddles and pools, his location was precisely in a blind spot where the Water Fiends were hardest to penetrate, where the Little White Child disdained to prioritize killing them, and where the Blood Claw Fangs could hardly flank them. He easily purified the scattered fiends that pounced at him with a single thrust of his spear, remaining as steady as Mount Tai, completely unharmed, yet he never stepped into the valley.

He knew very well—

This is not an encirclement or suppression.

This is a sacrifice.

This is a burial.

Just then, a scream of utter panic tore through the battlefield:

"Brother Wu—! Help me—!"

Shi Meng is in danger.

A water demon stealthily moved using the ice and shadows, silently circling behind him. Water clung to his legs, instantly freezing them stiff and immobilizing him. Three ice blades simultaneously pierced the air; Shi Mengkuang swung his longsword to deflect two, but the third grazed his side!

Sizzle—!

The skin and flesh split open, and the cold air rushed in wildly. The wound instantly turned black and froze, and an excruciating pain shot straight to the brain.

The Water Demon's body swelled up, and the blue water shadow transformed into a gigantic maw that bit down hard on his neck, trying to suck his lifeblood dry.

Shi Meng's pupils contracted sharply, his body stiffened, there was nothing he could do to avoid it or block it, he could only watch helplessly as death descended.

Having narrowly escaped death, Wu and Wei made their move.

He didn't rush into the battle, didn't venture deep into the valley, and didn't approach any water. He simply slid a step along the skeleton cover, the tip of his spear emitting a slight glare of yang energy, the pure yang power perfectly countering the cold, yin energy of the water.

One shot pierced the shadow, one shot shattered the ice, and one shot pierced straight through the core of the water demon.

"Sizzle—!!"

When cold water meets blazing sun, white vapor rises to the sky.

The Water Demon let out a shrill shriek, its body instantly dissolving into a pool of stagnant water that seeped into the ice crevice.

Wu Wei reached out and pulled Shi Meng, who was lying stiff on the ground, his wounds frozen black, and his whole body trembling, back to the dead corner of the skeleton, nailing him to the spot again and retreating back into the safe zone.

Shi Meng clutched his side, gasping for breath, his face ashen white, still shaken. Looking at the mountain of corpses, the sea of ​​blood, the frozen bones, and the scattered remains before him, and then at Wu Wei standing firmly beside him, he finally understood—

That phrase, "Don't go near the water," was a true lifesaver.

The battlefield is still collapsing.

Seventy percent of the rogue cultivators were killed or injured, the disciples of the Qingyun Sect suffered shattered bone armor and depleted blood essence, and the Zhensha warriors were on the verge of collapse, yet the evil tide still showed no signs of abating.

Deep within the valley, an even heavier, colder, and more ferocious aura is slowly awakening.

Wu Wei stood with his gun in hand, his back against the skeletons, gazing at this hell on earth. His eyes held no emotion, only a deathly stillness and coldness.

The pivot is not wrong.

This is not a den of evil spirits at all.

This is a cannibalistic pit.