Body command feeding world

The Eternal Night Commercial Street was completely swallowed by a ghastly white mist of spirits. Countless incomplete and blurry figures floated within the mist, drifting, twisting, and overlapping silently, enveloping the entire ruins into a deathly prison of the dead. In mid-air, a phantom formed from the coalescing souls slowly writhed, its body surface embedded with faces of people struggling in agony. Each tremor sucked up the scattered remnants of souls around it, and the chilling, malevolent energy surged layer upon layer, pressing down on the air to the point of near solidification.

The Falcon Squad huddled at the street corner, their faces deathly pale, blood gushing from their ears, their minds teetering on the brink of collapse, torn apart by the soul-stirring sounds. Hallucinations flashed wildly before their eyes: their dead comrades, their fading teammates, their desperate cries, driving them to the brink of madness. Low-level demonic spirits, manipulated by an unseen force, stiffly lined up and approached, their rotting feet stomping on the blood-soaked mud with a sticky, dull sound, like the rhythm of a funeral.

Wu Wei stood alone at the core of the soul mist, his black robes fluttering, surrounded by remnants of souls, yet he remained as steady as an ancient, cold stone. His soul was undisturbed, impervious to illusions and soul sounds; only his cold eyes pierced through the thick mist, silently locking onto the massive soul mass in mid-air.

The next instant, a faint silver light suddenly burst forth from his body.

A layer of streamlined, cold, hard bone armor covered the shoulders, neck, chest, forearms, and calves. Its luster was restrained, and its texture was firm and cold. It was neither ostentatious nor ferocious, but only exuded an inviolable chill. The bone armor glowed slightly, and the power of bone essence flowed quietly, completely isolating the body from the surrounding Yin energy and soul poison.

The invisible force controlling the evil spirits suddenly froze.

The body of ten thousand souls in mid-air trembled violently, and millions of remnant souls simultaneously let out shrill screams, the ear-piercing sound waves directly impacting the divine soul. The controlled evil spirits instantly went berserk, roaring and pouncing, their claws and rotten palms frantically grabbing at Wu Wei's vital points.

Wu Wei remained expressionless, his steps unwavering.

The demonic claws that lunged at him struck the bone armor, producing only a piercing metallic clang. Not even a white mark was left; instead, the power of the bone essence shattered their bones and twisted their limbs. Black blood splattered, and bits of flesh fell to the ground. Countless demonic creatures surged forward, one after another, yet they couldn't even cross three steps around him.

The churning soul mist grew increasingly violent, and the myriad soul bodies writhed, releasing even stronger soul pressure, attempting to directly shatter Wu Wei's consciousness. The surrounding remnant souls swarmed towards him like moths to a flame, clinging to his bone armor and emitting a hissing sound as they dissolved.

Wu Wei's eyes turned slightly cold. He slowly raised his left hand, his fingertips, covered in bone armor, lightly tapping, activating the bone essence throughout his body.

"Sealing the Road, Chapter Sixty-One, Six-Staff Bone Binding".

The moment the deep, cold voice fell, six pale silver staffs of light suddenly condensed from the void. They carried no extra power, but rather an utterly binding force, piercing through layers of soul mist and precisely locking the six core nodes of the body of ten thousand souls.

The light staff landed with a thud.

The massive soul in mid-air instantly froze, its joints locked, its energy channels sealed, its soul movement halted, and its evil poison neutralized, becoming a completely immobile prisoner. The writhing human face on its surface twisted and wailed wildly, but it could no longer absorb remnant souls, release soul attacks, or control evil essence.

The entire battlefield suddenly fell silent.

The rampaging evil spirits froze in place, standing blankly as if they had lost control. The churning soul mist also stopped, leaving only endless coldness and deathly silence.

Wu Wei raised his eyes, coldly staring at the soul imprisoned in mid-air. He lightly raised his right hand, his fingertips twisting the runes.

A pale red flame quietly ignited from his fingertips, neither fierce nor blazing, yet pure enough to burn away evil. The flame spread along his palm, condensing into a translucent short flaming sword, its blade radiating a scorching aura that restrained remnant souls and malevolent energy.

His wrist suddenly sank, and the talisman sword in his palm abruptly slipped from his hand.

The short sword instantly grew larger as it ascended into the air, and crimson flames shot into the sky, transforming into a giant pillar of flame tens of feet high. With the power to burn away all evil, it crashed into the imprisoned body of ten thousand souls!

boom--!!

The moment the pillar of flames slammed into the soul, the pale soul mist and dark malevolent energy melted and evaporated like snow meeting the blazing sun. The shrill screams of millions of remnant souls were swallowed by the flames, and the body formed by the condensation of ten thousand souls shrank, faded, and disintegrated in the flames, leaving not even a trace behind.

The fiery CD player dispelled all the chilling atmosphere that enveloped the street, and the pale, ghostly mist completely vanished, revealing the collapsed buildings, mottled streets, and dried blood and mud once again under the dim light. The ghostly sounds and fear that permeated the air were all burned away without a trace.

As the last wisp of fire died down, Wu Wei's bone armor flashed faintly before disappearing, returning him to his cold, aloof state in black. He stood tall and straight, his breathing steady, not even a breath out of place, as if the appearance of the bone armor, the confinement of the staff of light, and the burning of the soul by the flaming talisman were nothing more than ordinary occurrences.

The pitch-black artifact in his palm slowly glowed with a green light, and wisps of primordial fragments were slowly absorbed. The green light lasted for several breaths before gradually dimming.

Wu Wei glanced down at the silent World Element Artifact in his palm, his cold eyes narrowing slightly, without a trace of extra emotion.

He turned and strode into the depths of the ruins, his black clothes standing tall and his back as cold and desolate as a spear.

The Falcon Squad at the street corner stared blankly at the receding figure, their faces still shaken but filled with utter shock and reverence. No one dared to utter a sound to disturb them, and could only follow silently.

The dim light of the sky shone down, illuminating the stiff, lifeless demons and mottled skeletons scattered across the ground.

The catastrophe of the dead in the Eternal Night Commercial Street has been quelled, but the aura carrying the power of origin still faintly lingers in the deeper parts of the ruins.

Wu and Wei's advance has not stopped; the road ahead is long, and the killing continues.

The leaden-gray sunlight, thin as paper, fell upon the devastated ruins. The broken buildings leaned precariously, steel bars were exposed, and the ground was covered with dark brown blood and dried bones. The wind whistled through the gaps, carrying a faint stench of decay and malevolence into the distance.

Wu Wei walked alone on the broken main road, his black robes flowing silently, his bone armor concealed beneath his skin. The power of the Three Elements Perfection flowed smoothly within him, a short spear slung across his back, his cold eyes sweeping across the hidden auras around him. The elemental artifact in his palm was silent and lusterless, yet it maintained a slightly warm temperature, guiding the direction in which the primordial power was dissipating.

Wang Ziqi led the Falcon Squad close behind. The five of them were still reeling from the shock of the battle with the Soul Mist. Their eyes were filled with utmost respect and reassurance as they looked at Wu Wei. With this figure in front of them, even though the post-apocalyptic ruins were fraught with danger, they no longer felt the slightest bit of fear.

"Your Excellency, the terrain ahead is complex, with densely packed collapsed buildings, making it easy for evil spirits to hide." Wang Ziqi quickly stepped forward, lowered his voice to remind him, and spoke with respect and caution. "I'll have Zhao Hu and Lin Ye keep watch on the front, and Su Qing and Chen Yue keep an eye on the movements on both sides."

Wu Wei continued walking, speaking calmly and without wavering:

"From now on, call me Shu."

Wang Ziqi was suddenly stunned, his steps faltered, and his face showed a look of utter astonishment. His eyes widened slightly, his lips twitched, and he remained speechless for a long time.

Shu... Uncle?

He stood there, stunned, and subconsciously murmured:

"...Uncle?"

The sound just came out.

Wu Wei did not turn around, offer any explanation, or pay any attention. He continued walking forward as if what he had just said was merely a casual remark.

Wang Ziqi was stunned for a few seconds, looking at that lonely figure, and his heart warmed inexplicably. Suddenly, he calmed down.

In the apocalypse, the strong are respected. For this mysterious and powerful guardian to allow him to use an intimate address is already a great recognition.

He quickly caught up, his tone firm yet natural:

"Yes, Uncle."

As that "Uncle" fell—

Zhao Hu, standing beside him, widened his eyes instantly. His hand, which was holding the Shattering Shield, paused. His face was filled with shock and bewilderment, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he were hearing an unbelievable title for the first time.

Lin Ye's hand holding the gun trembled, almost causing it to go off accidentally. He turned his head and looked back and forth between Wang Ziqi and Wu Wei with a strange expression, his face showing utter astonishment, as if to say, "How dare you call me that?!"

Su Qing covered her mouth, her eyes crinkling into circles, both surprised and wanting to laugh. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and her eyes were full of unexpected and adorable astonishment.

Chen Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her eyes conveying a knowing and teasing expression, a subtle "you two are really something" look.

The atmosphere within the Falcon Squad became subtly tense, but no one dared to utter a word or ask any questions; they simply kept the title in their hearts.

Wang Ziqi himself found it somewhat strange, but when he called it again, it came out surprisingly smoothly:

"Uncle, I'll continue leading the team on guard."

Wu Wei nodded slightly, said nothing more, and continued to walk steadily forward.

After traveling several miles, a series of suppressed sobs, hurried footsteps, and low shouts faintly came from around the corner ahead, mixed with the deep roar of the evil spirit, instantly breaking the deathly silence of the ruins.

"Someone's there!" Lin Ye whispered a warning, instantly pointing his gun at the corner.

Wang Ziqi's expression tightened, and he quickly approached Wu Wei, speaking respectfully:

"Uncle, there's the scent of living people, a lot of them, and gunshots too. They must be trapped!"

Wu Wei paused slightly, looked up, and his aura had turned several degrees colder.

Beyond the corner, a dense crowd of thirty or forty people thronged the entrance to the collapsed mall. Most were ragged, terrified survivors; the elderly, women, and children huddled in the center, their eyes filled with despair and fear. Outside, a dozen armed men in tattered armor held their positions, bullets flying, barely managing to hold off the approaching demons. All were wounded, their spirits low, and their ammunition nearly exhausted.

This is a search and rescue team that escaped from the outer perimeter of the fortress, escorting a large number of survivors to safety, but they were surrounded by evil spirits on the way and had no way to advance or retreat, and were on the verge of total annihilation.

"It's the Fortress's search and rescue team!" Wang Ziqi recognized their armbands at a glance, his expression changing drastically. "They can't hold on much longer!"

The first to rush towards the crowd were several faceless demons.

Their bodies were entirely gray, smooth, and devoid of facial features. Their humanoid outlines were stiff and grotesque, and they gripped rusty iron rods. Each step they took produced a heavy, muffled thud. Drawn by the presence of living beings, they charged madly toward the survivors, their iron rods sweeping across with the force to shatter bones. Ordinary bullets struck their gray skin, leaving only shallow white marks, unable to penetrate even a fraction.

One team member was unable to dodge in time and was struck hard on the shoulder by an iron rod. The cracking sound of bones breaking rang out, and he was sent flying backward, losing consciousness from the pain.

A suppressed gasp erupted from the crowd, and panic surged like a tidal wave.

"Hold on! Hold on!" The search and rescue captain roared and fired wildly. When he ran out of bullets, he could only draw his short knife and fight hand-to-hand, but he was hit in the chest by the faceless patrolman's club and flew backward, spitting out blood.

The team members gasped in shock; the defensive line was on the verge of collapse.

Behind the faceless demon, the muddy ground suddenly writhed violently, and several giant blood leech demons, each nearly two meters long, emerged from the ground.

Completely round, eyeless and headless, their surface covered with layers of ring-shaped suckers and sharp mouthparts. Dewdrops of mucus corroded the ground, creating tiny black pits, and their stench and stickiness were nauseating. They wriggled towards the fallen team member, their mouthparts instantly piercing his body. In a flash, the team member's body visibly withered, his blood and marrow drained away.

Several blood leeches had already locked onto the children in the group. Their slimy bodies writhed rapidly, approaching the terrified and crying children. The team members present tried their best to stop them, but they were powerless to stop the attack from the two lecherous spirits.

Despair completely enveloped the entire team.

"Uncle!" Wang Ziqi called out urgently, and the entire Falcon Squad gripped their weapons instantly, ready to rush forward to rescue him.

Wu Wei raised his hand to stop him, but his figure had already taken a step forward.

The black-clad figure flashed, and in an instant, he stood between the survivor and the evil spirit, his back straight as a spear, blocking all the threats of death in front of him.

Undeterred, the faceless demon wielded a rusty iron rod, unleashing tremendous force as it slammed it down on Wu Wei's head.

Wu Wei remained expressionless, lightly raising his left arm. Instantly, bone armor covered his forearm, a faint silver light flashing and disappearing.

"clang--!"

The iron rod slammed down hard on the bone armor, creating a piercing metallic sound and sending sparks flying.

The faceless demon was forced back several steps by the shock, the iron rod flying out of its hand, and a deep gash finally appeared on its gray-skinned body. Wu Wei's eyes were cold, and with a flick of his right hand, the short spear instantly appeared in his hand. The spear tip thrust straight through the faceless demon's chest cavity.

Black blood gushed out, and the demonic spirit's body stiffened and fell to the ground, utterly lifeless.

"Go!" Wang Ziqi seized the opportunity and shouted sharply. The Falcon Squad immediately formed a tactical formation and rushed forward to protect the survivors.

Zhao Hu held up his shield to withstand the onslaught of the remaining faceless demons, Lin Ye fired precise shots to restrain the demons' movements, Su Qing immediately rushed forward to treat the fallen team members, and Chen Yue stood guard in front of the elderly and children, forming close protection.

"It's the Falcon Team!" One of the search and rescue team members recognized the insignia, and hope instantly ignited in his eyes.

Before the other faceless demons could retaliate, Wu Wei stepped forward, his figure moving like a ghost among the demons.

With each flash of the spear tip, a faceless demon was pierced through the core. Its hard gray skin was like thin paper in front of his spear technique. In just a few breaths, several faceless demons were all killed without even the power to resist.

The moment he dealt with the vengeful spirit, Wu Wei turned around, his cold eyes fixed on the giant blood leech spirit that was lunging at the child.

The slimy, foul-smelling worms writhed wildly, their mouthparts wide open, attempting to burrow into the human body. Wu Wei flicked his wrist, and his short gun swept across, the blade instantly cleaving the blood leech in two. Greenish-brown fluid and suckers splattered all over the ground, utterly disgusting.

The Yangyan Blood Essence quietly spread along the tip of the spear, completely incinerating the writhing remains into a pool of black water, even burning away the insect eggs.

Several giant blood leeches were all killed and purified, and the area around the crowd was instantly cleared.

Su Qing quickly bandaged and stopped the bleeding of the injured team member, her voice gentle and steady: "Don't be afraid, we're here. Mr. Shu will protect everyone."

Wang Ziqi quickly walked to the search and rescue team leader, helped him up, and said in a deep voice, "The reinforcements from the stronghold will be here soon. First, calm the survivors down and don't panic."

But the danger is far from over.

A putrid, poisonous fumes, even more concentrated than those of the Faceless Patrol Fiend and the Blood Leech Fiend combined, suddenly wafted in from afar.

Wherever the toxic gas passed, the cement ground sizzled and corroded, the steel bars rusted instantly, the grass and trees turned into black ash, and even the air was stained pale green. Inhaling it caused a stinging pain in the internal organs.

A massive, twisted figure slowly emerged from the depths of the poisonous gas.

Its body is made of rotten flesh and nuclear waste glued together. The flesh pieces constantly fall off and regenerate rapidly. Its self-healing power is extremely strong. It is surrounded by a deadly rotten aura. With each step it takes, the ground beneath its feet turns into a barren, rotten hell.

The Demon God of the Corruption Realm.

The poisonous gas swept in, instantly approaching the crowd. Several survivors screamed and covered their mouths and noses as their skin turned black and ulcerated at a visible speed. Ordinary defenses were useless against the corrosive gas.

"Cover your mouth and nose! It's putrefactive poison!" Wang Ziqi roared, immediately ordering his team to cover the survivors as they retreated. However, the poison gas was spreading too fast, and there was nowhere to retreat.

The search and rescue team and the Falcon squad members were in utter despair, having lost all the strength to even fire a shot.

Wu Wei's cold eyes narrowed slightly. He took a step forward, completely blocking everyone from the poisonous gas.

The bone armor was fully exposed, with a pale silver light flowing around it, isolating all the corrosive poison from the outside. The Yang Flame Blood Essence was running at full power, and the scorching aura swept in all directions, instantly dissolving any corrosive poison that came near.

The corrupt god of the rotten realm charged forward in a frenzy, its rotting giant hand sweeping across with the power to crush everything.

Wu Wei stepped to the side, dodging the giant hand, while simultaneously hooking his left hand in mid-air.

"Sealing the Road, Chapter Sixty-One, Six-Staff Bone Binding".

Six pale silver staffs materialized out of thin air, instantly locking the limbs and core of the Corruption Realm Demon God, sealing off its power flow, suppressing its self-healing ability, and leaving this powerful evil spirit completely frozen in place.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Wei twisted the talisman with his right hand, and crimson flames instantly ignited.

The talisman sword flew out of his hand, transforming into a scorching pillar of fire that crashed into the imprisoned Demon God of the Corruption Realm!

"boom--!!"

Flames soared into the sky, the power of the Yang Flame specifically countering Corruption and Nuclear Poison. The powerful self-healing ability was completely rendered ineffective in the face of the flames, and the rotting flesh and nuclear waste continued to burn and disintegrate, without even a sliver of chance to recover.

In just a few breaths, the Corruption God was reduced to ashes in the flames, the poisonous gas completely dissipated, and the traces of corrosion were quickly purified.

The entire room fell silent.

All the survivors and armed team members stared blankly at the black-clad figure standing in the firelight, their minds completely blank.

The five members of the Falcon Squad stood at the front of the crowd, gazing at Wu Wei's back with eyes full of burning respect and determination.

Wu Wei sheathed his spear and stood there, his bone armor slowly receding, his black clothes still spotless, and his aura calm and undisturbed.

He glanced down at the still-silent World Element Artifact in his palm, his cold eyes shifting slightly. Without pausing or speaking, he turned to continue deeper into the ruins.

"Uncle!"

Wang Ziqi immediately snapped out of his daze and led the Falcon Squad to catch up quickly, his tone unwavering, "We'll go with you! We can keep watch and cover the survivors for you!"

The word "Uncle" rang out again—

Zhao Hu's lips twitched violently, barely suppressing a laugh, his eyes filled with admiration that said, "I'm impressed, kid."

Lin Ye's shoulders trembled slightly, his face showing suppressed laughter, and his gaze towards Wang Ziqi completely transformed into that of "the team's strongest mouth double."

Su Qing covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling, her face full of gentle and amused expression.

Chen Yue shook her head slightly, a smile hidden in her eyes, displaying a calm demeanor that suggested she was already used to it and nothing was surprising.

Wu Wei did not stop walking, but nodded slightly.

Behind him, thirty or forty survivors and rescue team members followed closely. Looking at that solitary figure in black, their eyes were no longer filled with despair, but only with the light of survival.

Amidst the ruins, a large procession moved slowly forward.

Wu Wei led the way alone, falcon squads flanked him on either side, and the survivors followed closely behind.

The dangers ahead are far from over, and the source remains in the distance.

This time, however, behind him were no longer empty ruins.