Body command feeding world

The sky above the Hope Barrier was completely obscured by a dark, oppressive tide.

Beneath the leaden sky, an endless horde of malevolent spirits surged towards the towering city walls like a putrid tide. Layers upon layers of rotting corpse spirits lay piled upon each other, shadow spirits spread like a tidal wave in the shadows, withered claw demons burrowed frantically from the ground, and massive blood leech spirits writhed and rolled among the corpses, dripping black saliva from their mouths, their presence corroding even the concrete surfaces with a hissing sound.

Ten years of purgatory have never seen such a terrifying monstrous tide.

The entire fortress was trembling.

Gunfire, explosions, the howls of demons, the cries of humans, and the cracking of walls intertwined to create the most desperate symphony of the apocalypse. Rows of defenders fell on the city walls, only to be replaced by rows of fallen soldiers. Broken armor, bloodstained weapons, and severed limbs littered the defensive positions; every inch of the wall was being defended with lives.

The western third district defense line.

This was the most concentrated breach point of the Fiend Tide. Half of the city wall had collapsed, exposing the steel bars. Three Fiend Hounds, each over three meters long, rampaged through the area, their B-level aura sweeping across the battlefield. Ordinary Fiend-breaking bullets hitting them only splattered black blood, unable to penetrate their defenses. The three armed squads stationed there had suffered more than half their casualties. The survivors were forced behind the broken wall, their magazines empty, their blades chipped, their eyes filled with nothing but despair and death.

"I can't take it anymore! I really can't take it anymore!"

"Out of ammo! Captain, are we going to die here...?"

"The barrier is collapsing...we're all doomed!"

Cries and despair spread through the defense line.

Just then.

A figure dressed in black walked slowly through the corpses and smoke.

Wu Wei walked at the front, his steps steady and his back straight as a spear. The Falcon Squad followed closely behind, with Wang Ziqi, Zhao Hu, Lin Ye, Su Qing, and Chen Yue all armed and solemn, as if guarding humanity's last hope.

His face remained cold and indifferent, his jaw taut, his lips pressed into a hard, straight line, his brows slightly furrowed—not out of fear, but as he surveyed the battlefield. His power, suppressed to the peak of the Three Elements, flowed smoothly; his Yang Flame Blood Essence was contained within his meridians; bone armor covered his skin; and his twin-edged spears remained the appearance of ordinary short spears, without a trace of outward sharpness.

The elemental artifact in his palm remained lifeless and without light.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's thoughts were clear and cold:

"Without scattered origins, no matter how strong the evil tide is, no origin will overflow. The realm artifact can only be greatly replenished after the final killing of the origin evil master. Now, we will go all out, keeping it within the range of the Three Elements Perfection, without exposing ourselves, without killing mortals, and only purging the evil essence."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"Your Excellency! To the left! There are three Bone-Rotting Hounds on the left, all of them are Rank B! Our men can't hold on much longer!" Wang Ziqi's voice was urgent as he pointed at the massive creatures at the gap in the defensive line, his forehead veins bulging with anxiety.

Ordinary demon hunters wouldn't even be qualified to fight a B-level demon spirit.

Wu Wei did not reply, but continued walking straight toward the collapsed gap.

Along the way, low-level evil spirits pounced on him, their rotting hands reaching for his body, their foul-smelling saliva dripping onto the ground. Wu Wei didn't even lift an eyelash; with a slight flick of his wrist, the disguised short gun traced a mundane arc in his hand.

There was no earth-shattering spear force, nor any fiery spells.

Only the most basic, precise, and ruthless techniques of stabbing, picking, sweeping, and breaking.

"Pfft—Pfft—Pfft—"

With each flash of the spear tip, a demon's head was pierced, black blood gushing out, and its body crashing to the ground. So fast that only afterimages remained, so quiet that only the soft sound of a blade piercing flesh could be heard. Wherever he passed, corpses lay neatly arranged on the ground; no demon could come within three steps of him.

Cold, calm, steady, ruthless.

This is the crushing dominance of the gunman.

The surviving armed men guarding the breach were all frozen in place, staring in disbelief at the scene.

The man in black walked calmly through the evil tide. With each step he took, monsters died. There was no panic, no roar, and not even a erratic breathing.

This is not human.

This is the Grim Reaper walking among humans.

Sensing the threat, the three bone-rotting hounds simultaneously abandoned their attack on the defenders, turned their massive heads around, their scarlet eyes fixed on Wu Wei, let out a low growl, and pounced forward with all four limbs pushing off the ground!

A foul stench filled the air as a massive claw, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, slammed towards Wu Wei's body.

The surrounding armed soldiers screamed in terror and instinctively closed their eyes.

Wang Ziqi and the others felt their hearts leap into their throats.

But Wu Wei remained expressionless.

He took a half-step to the side, twisted his waist and abdomen slightly, and dodged at an incredible angle, his movements fluid and without any waste. Suddenly, his right wrist sank, and the tip of the spear rose from below, precisely striking the most vulnerable point of the Corpse-Boned Dog's joint.

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones cracking clearly drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

The first bone-rotting dog howled in agony, its front legs snapping instantly as its massive body crashed to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The other two, fearless and undaunted, attacked from both sides.

Wu Wei's eyes were indifferent; instead of retreating, he advanced.

He used the Swift Step to its fullest extent, his figure flashing between the two giant beasts, leaving only a faint black shadow.

Seal the Path - Six Staffs Bone Binding!

The bone essence quietly circulated, and six faint, almost imperceptible beams of light instantly condensed, precisely locking the joints of the two demonic spirits' limbs. Their bodies stiffened abruptly, as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move, only able to scream and struggle madly.

This is a basic crowd control technique that can be used once one has reached the Three Elements Perfection stage. It is not flashy or ostentatious, which perfectly matches the trial's restrictions.

Wu and Wei raised their spears.

There was no build-up of energy, no pause.

Two shots: simple, direct, and deadly.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

The spear tip pierced the heads of the two rotting bone hounds one after the other.

Black blood gushed out, and a foul stench filled the air.

The three-headed B-grade evil spirit that had brought the entire defense line to a standstill couldn't even last ten breaths against him.

The entire room fell silent.

All the guards, armed personnel, and Falcon Squad members stood frozen in place, forgetting the battle, forgetting the fear, only filled with awe and reverence.

These are... their guardians.

Wu Wei slowly retracted the spear tip, flicking away the black blood from the shaft. His movements were natural and calm, as if he had only done something insignificant. He raised his eyes, glancing at the still surging tide of killing intent, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

They can't kill them all.

There are too many ordinary evil spirits; hunting them in this way is pointless.

"Lin Ye, use heavy machine guns to suppress the horde of corpses on the left."

"Zhao Hu, hold the breach, gather the wounded, and do not retreat."

"Su Qing, treat the wounded immediately, and prioritize saving the living."

"Wang Ziqi, take me to the South Seventh District and the East Second District to clean up the B-level evil spirits one by one."

His voice was deep, steady, and clear as he issued instructions, one sentence at a time. There was no harshness in his commands, yet everyone obeyed instinctively.

"Yes, Your Excellency!"

Everyone responded in unison, and their previously despairing eyes instantly ignited with a blazing fire.

There is such a person.

Why worry that the tide will not be broken?

Wu Wei said no more and turned to head towards the South Seventh District.

Clad in black, spear in hand, he charged alone into the boundless, monstrous tide of evil.

Wherever he went, the evil spirits fell in droves as if being harvested by invisible blades, none of them able to block his path.

The soft whistling of the gun tip piercing the air became the death knell for the demon.

South Seventh District.

A saliva-dripping spider was perched atop the collapsed high-rise, its abdomen dripping strong acidic saliva that corroded the armor, weapons, and walls of the defending soldiers. The soldiers screamed as they fell, and the defensive line was about to collapse completely.

Wu Wei raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over them indifferently.

The next second, the figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

Instant Step!

When it reappeared, it was already above the Saliva Spider's head.

The spear tip thrust downwards with a fierce strike!

"puff--!"

The spider's hard shell, as tough as armor, was pierced as easily as paper.

The giant saliva spider didn't even have time to let out a scream before it fell from the tall building, crashing to the ground and dying instantly.

The soldiers looked up at the black-clad figure standing atop the tall building, then knelt down in unison, tears welling in their eyes.

East Second District.

The Wailing Wall Spirit used illusions to bewitch the guards, causing them to kill each other. Dozens of armed soldiers went mad, swinging their knives at their own men, creating a horrific scene.

Wu Wei stepped into the illusionary realm, his gaze unwavering.

Psychological interference?

For him, who coexisted with the spirit of the pivot, it was all for naught.

Without stopping, he walked straight to the wall where the Wailing Wall Spirit was attached and raised his hand to fire a shot.

"Boom—!"

The entire Wailing Wall exploded with a deafening roar, and the demonic entity hidden inside the wall was pierced through by a single spear thrust, causing the illusion to vanish instantly.

The team members, who had been driven to madness, suddenly came to their senses. Looking at the corpses and blood all over the ground, they burst into tears, but the moment they saw Wu Wei, their will to live was rekindled.

In just half an hour.

West Third District, South Seventh District, East Second District.

All three defensive lines that were on the verge of collapse were stabilized.

All six B-level evil spirits were killed by him with a single spear thrust.

But the tide still hadn't receded.

Endless streams of low-level evil spirits continued to surge in from all directions, seemingly impossible to kill or annihilate.

The city walls trembled, the earth groaned, and the entire bulwark of hope remained on the verge of collapse.

Wu Wei stood atop the broken wall, looking down at the still lifeless World Element Artifact in his palm.

There was no light, no pulse, and no sign of any primal absorption.

Shu's thoughts echoed once more:

"The Fiend Tide is controlled by the original Fiend Lord, and it is scattered without any source. No matter how many you kill, the Boundary Artifact will not react. This is forcing you to actively seek it out."

Wu Wei's eyes turned slightly cold as he slowly raised them.

His gaze pierced through layers of malevolent energy, looking beyond the walls into the darkest, most sinister, and most malevolent forbidden zone.

There is no primordial fluctuation there.

There were no unusual environmental phenomena.

However, a terrifying will that surpasses all evil spirits is slowly awakening.

That was his ultimate goal.

It is the only supply for the Boundary Elemental Artifact.

This is the only end point of this trial with no time limit.

"Your Excellency!" Prince Qi rushed up to the higher ground, his expression both excited and grave. He pointed to the dark depths beyond the fortress, "Our scouts report that all the evil spirits are emerging from there! That must be their lair!"

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his face expressionless, his voice calm yet carrying immense power:

"Prepare the car."

"I'll go get it."

The wind whipped his black clothes, making them flutter loudly above the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

A lone gun in hand, a lone city behind.

His battlefield is no longer a wall, a district, or a group of evil spirits.

Rather, it is the ultimate darkness of this entire broken world.

The artifact in the palm of the world remained silent.

The central consciousness waited quietly.

The trial that is either over or die is about to reach its final battle.