Body command feeding world

The leaden sky, like a rotten cloth soaked in blood, weighed heavily on the collapsed city. There was no light, no wind, only a thick, throat-suffocating stench of corpses, blood, poison, and putrid grease, permeating the ruins of what was known as the Eternal Night Commercial Street.

A broken GG sign hangs halfway on the roof, creaking in the wind; a withered hand and a shattered skull are embedded in the mottled shop window; the ground is covered with blackish-red blood mud, and if you step on it, you can sink half a foot in, and when you pull it out, it makes a sticky, stringy sound.

This is the hunting ground with the highest concentration of evil spirits, and also the slaughterhouse where humans meet their demise.

Wu Wei walked slowly along the collapsed street, searching for the primordial power within the body of a high-level evil spirit. Dressed in black, he was calm and composed, his aura restrained. The power of the perfected Three Elements was as steady as an abyss, and the Yang Flame Blood Essence was hidden beneath his skin. A short spear was slung across his back, and his cold eyes swept indifferently over this desolate death zone.

The artifact in his palm was silent, yet slightly warm—ahead, a large group of primordial-level evil spirits were lurking.

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, Shu's voice was cold and gentle:

"The power of origin lies ahead, but this place has been designated as a hunting ground by high-level evil spirits; mortals who step in will die. There are no scattered sources of origin; only by killing the guardians can one absorb them."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, but did not stop walking.

Not far behind him, Wang Ziqi and the Falcon Squad concealed themselves behind a broken wall, not daring to approach. They had received a distress signal from the fortress; a twelve-man elite exploration team, searching for the energy core, had entered the Eternal Night Commercial Street, but all communications were now cut off, and their fate was unknown.

"Your Excellency... the exploration team's signal disappeared right here." Wang Ziqi's voice trembled, lowered to almost inaudible. "The Fortress said they were fully armed and had heavy firepower... but they didn't even send out a distress call."

Wu Wei did not turn around, but simply looked up into the depths of the commercial street.

There was no sound in the darkness.

But terror had already permeated the entire street.

The first thing that catches the eye is the traces left by the exploration team.

A twisted and deformed rifle, an exploded magazine, a blood-stained tactical backpack, a half-eaten boot, scattered identification tags... and on the walls, glass, and concrete floor, there were splattered black bloodstains, scratches, teeth marks, and pieces of human skin that had been forcibly torn off.

There were no bodies.

Only traces of death remain.

The air suddenly turned cold.

A pale, slender figure slowly rose from behind the collapsed bank counter.

His tattered black dress was stained with black blood, his face looked like a bloated, rotting corpse, his lips were scarlet, and three-inch-long sharp fangs protruded from the corners of his lips. His fingernails were as black as knives, and fresh blood was still dripping from his fingertips.

Vampire Earl Spirit.

It lowered its head, licked the blood off its paws, and let out a satisfied yet sinister chuckle.

At its feet lay the shriveled body of an exploration team member, dried up like withered tree bark, all the blood drained from his body, his eyes sunken, his skin clinging to his bones, a gruesome death that was suffocating.

This is the first person to die.

"Heh...heh..."

A faint breathing sound came from behind the supermarket shelves.

A surviving exploration team member huddled in a corner, trembling all over, his mouth covered to stifle a sound, tears streaming down his face, his eyes filled with utter terror. He had witnessed his teammate being pinned to the ground by the Count Demon, its fangs piercing his neck, sucking his lifeblood dry.

But he doesn't know.

The ground beneath his feet was gently undulating.

Dark green miasma seeped silently from the cracks, carrying a cloyingly sweet stench of decay.

The ground suddenly exploded!

A huge, swollen ball of flesh, covered with blood vessels and oviducts, burst out of the ground, its surface flowing with transparent mucus. Countless tiny, decaying corpses crawled out of the oviducts, as densely packed as maggots.

Rotten Nest Mother Evil.

The team member's pupils constricted, and he was about to scream.

The mother demon suddenly shrank back, spewing out a stream of dark green miasma.

"Well--!!"

He clutched his throat, letting out a muffled suffocating sound. His skin turned black, ulcerated, and oozed pus at a visible speed. In just three seconds, he collapsed to the ground, convulsing, and instantly stopped breathing. His corpse was quickly devoured by the little demons that crawled out.

Even a scream couldn't be left behind.

The second person.

"Run!! Run for your life—!!"

A piercing roar suddenly shattered the deathly silence.

Three exploration team members rushed out of the clothing store like madmen, with the thunder of horses' hooves and the burning flames behind them.

The headless knight in black armor sat on a skeletal warhorse, his entire body engulfed in black soul flames. He swept his lance horizontally, scorching and distorting the air wherever it passed.

Headless Horseman.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The team members fired wildly, and the bullets that hit the black armor bounced off and melted away.

The warhorse reared up and its iron hooves slammed down!

"Snap—!"

One team member didn't even have time to scream before his body was crushed into a bloody pulp, blood splattering everywhere.

The knight swept his lance across, and the fiery flames instantly engulfed the second man, burning even his bones to black ash.

The last person was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly and begging for mercy.

Without pausing, the headless knight pierced through his chest with his spear, lifting him high into the air. His soul howled mournfully in the fiery flames before gradually turning into nothingness.

The third person, the fourth person, and the fifth person.

The death continues.

"roar--!!"

The furious roar shattered the glass.

A two-meter-tall, grotesque monster crashed through the wall, its face split open from the middle, revealing a mouthful of fine, sharp teeth protruding outwards. Its head was covered in black horns, and with a wave of its hands, it sliced ​​through the air.

The fissured monk.

The two team members hid behind the ATM, trembling with fear.

The monk unleashed a palm strike from a distance.

"Swoosh! Swoosh!"

Two black wind blades flashed past.

Deep, bone-revealing wounds instantly appeared on their necks, blood gushing out, their heads rolling to the ground, their eyes still wide open in terror.

The sixth person and the seventh person.

Before the body hit the ground.

The white bones on the ground suddenly began to writhe, gather, and entwine wildly!

Countless human skulls, arm bones, and leg bones were pieced together to form a huge, mobile bone cage. The bone spikes were as sharp as knives, and the internal evil core throbbed, emitting a terrifying creaking sound.

Bone Cage煞 (Sha)

The last three team members were cornered with no way to escape.

The bone cage suddenly slammed shut!

"ah--!!!"

The piercing scream lasted only a second.

Bone spurs pierced the body, blood splattered, and flesh and bone were instantly shredded, turning into a pool of blurry blood and mud that slowly dripped from between the bones.

The eighth person, the ninth person, and the tenth person.

A 12-person elite squad.

Within three minutes.

Total annihilation.

There was no power to resist, no chance to escape, and no miracle.

The entire Evernight Commercial Street was filled only with the screams of the demons, the sounds of chewing, the tearing of flesh, and the overwhelming stench of death.

And all of this was merely an appetizer.

The true ruler has finally revealed himself.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the supermarket.

Wearing a butcher's apron covered in black scabs and a greasy butcher's hat, his entire face was covered in congealed blood, expressionless, only displaying a cold, murderous desire.

He dragged a giant, rusty cleaver, as tall as a man, its blade riddled with nicks and dripping with black, highly toxic blood. Each drop that fell to the ground corroded a small, sizzling hole.

Blood-Clad Butcher.

It looked down at the mangled limbs and pieces of flesh scattered on the ground, its empty eyes devoid of any emotion.

He slowly raised the cleaver and brought it down.

"puff--!"

The last corpse, still convulsing, was brutally cleaved in two.

This is the last member of the exploration team.

Of the twelve, none survived.

Wu Wei stood at the entrance to the street, taking in the entire silent massacre.

His expression remained cold and indifferent, his jaw taut, and his brows slightly furrowed, not out of fear, but out of a detached scrutiny of the bloody slaughterhouse before him.

The artifact in the palm suddenly burst forth with a dazzling green light.

Vampire Earl, Rotting Nest Mother, Headless Horseman, Split-Faced Monk, Bone Cage, Blood-Clad Butcher...

Six high-level evil spirits, each carrying the power of origin, gathered here.

Wang Ziqi and the Falcon Squad watched from the rear, their bodies turning ice-cold, their teeth chattering, their stomachs churning violently, almost vomiting.

They had seen death and carnage, but they had never seen such pure, cold-blooded, animal-slaughtering slaughter.

Twelve living teammates were torn apart, drained, crushed, burned, and minced into a pulp in just a few minutes.

The horror doesn't come from the monster's appearance.

Rather, it comes from the absolute despair of mortals who cannot even struggle in the face of evil spirits.

"Your Excellency...they...they are all dead..." Su Qing covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Wu Wei nodded slightly, his voice calm and even:

"I saw it."

He slowly raised his hand and gripped the short gun behind him.

The fingertips grip the golden point one-third of the way down the barrel.

The Yang Flame Blood Essence flowed slowly through the meridians, and the power of the Three Elements in their perfect harmony was fully condensed.

Ahead, the six malevolent spirits turned their heads simultaneously, their empty, bloodthirsty, and icy gazes locking onto him.

The blood-clad butcher dragged his cleaver, stepping out of the shadows.

The rotting nest mother writhed, hatching more corpse worms.

The headless knight, his warhorse pounding fire, pointed his spear at the ground.

The cleavage-faced monk roared, and blade energy condensed from afar.

The Bone Cage Demon's bone spikes opened, like a death cage.

The vampire licked his fangs, preparing to suck the second portion of blood marrow.

Yongye Commercial Street.

The souls of the dead have not yet departed.

The stench of blood, decay, poison, and burning mingled together, creating a suffocating toxic gas that enveloped the Evernight Commercial Street. Scattered bones, blood, limbs, and shriveled corpses formed a stark and realistic picture of a post-apocalyptic hell.

Six high-level evil spirits surrounded Wu Wei in a fan shape, each carrying terrifying power that could crush mortals. Having just finished a massacre, they now focused all their ferocity and appetite on Wu Wei.

Wu Wei stood alone, dressed in black, with a short gun in his hand.

There was no retreat, no fear, and no wavering.

His back was as straight as a spear, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The first to make a move was the vampire count.

With a flash, it transformed into a blood-red afterimage, instantly appearing beside Wu Wei, its fangs piercing straight for his throat, moving so fast that only a red shadow remained!

"Your Excellency!" Wang Ziqi exclaimed in shock.

Wu Wei slightly raised his eyelashes, and his wrist flashed out with a horizontal slash!

"laugh!"

The spear tip grazed the Earl's neck, and his Yang Flame Blood Essence erupted instantly!

"Awooo—!"

The Count Spirit screamed in agony, smoke billowing from its wounds, its self-healing ability rendered useless. Wu Wei stepped forward, using the Swift Step to close the distance, his spear tip piercing straight for its core!

"puff--!"

Blood splattered everywhere.

The vampire count's body shrank and he died on the spot.

The first curse: death.

Before Wu and Wei could put away their guns.

The ground exploded with a deafening roar!

The Rotting Nest Mother Fiend spewed out deadly miasma, and countless bone spurs and oviducts stabbed out wildly, trying to wrap him up in a ball of flesh and digest him alive!

Wu Wei's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and said softly:

"Sealing the Path - Six-Staff Bone Binding!"

The six beams of light instantly locked onto the mother demon's entire body, rendering it completely immobile. He thrust his spear straight forward, channeling his power into a single point, and plunged it fiercely into the pulsating demon core!

"Boom—!"

The giant fleshy ball exploded on the spot, splattering poisonous fluids and blood everywhere, and was completely incinerated by the Yangyan Blood Essence.

The second curse is death.

The thunder of hooves!

The headless knight, riding a skeletal warhorse and carrying the fiery soul-burning flames, charged forward, sweeping his spear to cleave Wu Wei and his spear together!

Wu Wei neither dodged nor avoided, but stepped diagonally and twisted his waist and abdomen, narrowly avoiding the spearhead!

The moment the warhorse charged past, he lowered the tip of his spear and smashed it down hard!

"Snap!"

The warhorse's leg bone broke, and it collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Wu Wei raised his spear and thrust it straight at the weak point in the knight's armor!

"puff!"

The fiery flames died down, the black armor shattered, and bones were scattered all over the ground.

The third evil spirit, death.

"roar--!!"

The Fiendish Monk charged forward with a ferocious rage, waving both palms simultaneously, unleashing two incredibly sharp, piercing blades that slashed through the air!

Wu Wei rotated his wrist, and the short spear drew a smooth arc, directly shattering the two blade energies!

The monk had already pounced on him, his giant hand reaching out to grab him.

Wu Wei dodged to the side, then struck him hard in the ribs with his elbow, followed by a backhand thrust of his spear into the center of the crack!

"Aww!"

The monk's massive body crashed to the ground, and he died instantly.

The fourth evil spirit is death.

The white bones on the ground surged wildly!

The Bone Cage Demon instantly closed, its bone spikes forming a forest, threatening to grind Wu and Wei into a bloody pulp!

Wu Wei's eyes were sharp as knives. He used the Swift Step to advance the spear tip, aiming directly at the pulsating core evil energy!

"boom--!"

The bone cage shattered, and bones scattered everywhere.

The fifth evil spirit, death.

In just ten breaths.

All five high-ranking evil spirits were annihilated.

Wu Wei stood with his gun sheathed, his black clothes spotless, his breathing steady and not even a hint of disorder.

The artifact in the palm of his hand flashed with green light, absorbing a large amount of primordial power, and the progress bar increased by more than half.

But the battle is not over yet.

The real nightmare is yet to come.

The blood-clad butcher slowly raised his head.

For the first time, a trace of emotion—rage—was revealed in his empty eyes.

It let out a low growl that was not human, dragging its giant cleaver, and charged towards Wu and Wei at full speed!

It's so fast it breaks the sound barrier!

It's powerful enough to smash concrete!

The blade is pitch black and highly poisonous; once struck, the person will bleed uncontrollably and will surely die!

A sharp glint finally appeared in Wu Wei's eyes.

He stood with his feet apart, his center of gravity lowered, gun in hand, assuming the simplest fighting stance.

"clang--!!"

The cleaver and the pistol clashed violently!

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and the force of the impact scattered, sending shattered bones and blood flying everywhere!

Wu Wei's steps faltered slightly as he forcefully withstood the overwhelming force.

The Blood-Clad Butcher was incredibly powerful, unleashing a barrage of slashes!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Every strike was as heavy as a thousand pounds, and every slash carried a deadly poison!

Wu Wei moved nimbly, using the Swift Step to dodge constantly, his spear tip like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue, repeatedly stabbing at the butcher's joints, wrists, shoulders and neck!

The flashing blades and the shadows of guns intertwined to form a web of death.

The blood-clad butcher grew increasingly frenzied in battle, suddenly sweeping his blade horizontally!

Wu Wei leaped into the air, twisted his waist in mid-air, and thrust the tip of his spear down hard towards the butcher's head!

"puff--!"

The spear tip pierced in an inch.

"roar--!!"

Driven mad by excruciating pain, the blood-clad butcher violently swung his body, sending Wu Weizhen flying.

Wu Wei landed in mid-air, his feet firmly planted on the ground.

He stared coldly at the black, poisonous blood seeping from the butcher's body.

The Yang Flame Blood Essence erupted in full force.

No longer hidden, no longer restrained, yet still firmly controlled within the limits of the Three Elements Perfection.

The scorching heat swept across the entire commercial street, instantly dispelling the evil spirits.

Sensing a deadly threat, the blood-clad butcher charged forward, wielding his knife in a frenzy!

Wu Wei's eyes narrowed.

Swift Step in full power!

His figure transformed into a black shadow, piercing directly through the blade's light!

Just before the cleaver fell—

He held the gun, turned to the side, exerted force with his shoulders and neck, and tightened his wrists completely.

A full-force thrust!

"puff--!!!"

The short gun pierced the blood-clad butcher's chest and exited through his back.

The Yangyan Blood Essence instantly burned away all the malevolent energy and core essence within his body.

The blood-clad butcher's movements came to an abrupt halt.

The empty eyes gradually lost their luster.

The giant cleaver crashed to the ground with a clang.

His body slowly fell to the ground.

The sixth evil spirit, death.

Dead silence.

The entire Yongye Commercial Street has returned to complete silence.

All the evil spirits were annihilated.

All that remained were bones, blood, shattered weapons, and the souls of the twelve exploration team members who would forever remain there.

Wu Wei slowly pulled out his short gun and flicked away the bloodstains from the tip.

The green light of the artifact in the palm slowly faded, having absorbed most of the primordial power; it was only one final step away from being fully replenished.

He turned and walked out onto the street.

His black clothes fluttered in the wind, and he silently gripped a lone gun.

Wang Ziqi and the Falcon Squad stood behind the broken wall, tears streaming down their faces, their bodies trembling, bowing deeply to that solitary figure.

They lost twelve of their compatriots.

But they also witnessed it firsthand—

One man, one gun, slaying all evil spirits and sweeping across hell.