Body command feeding world

The night deepened, thick as ink, enveloping the entire apartment building in a deathly silence. Even the wind outside had died down, leaving only the soft crackling of candles and the quiet breathing of the residents. After the previous attack by the slimy venomous creature, everyone was on edge, not daring to relax for a moment, their eyes fixed on the ground, corners, and cracks in the doors, fearing that the deadly pale green putrid liquid might seep out again.

Wu Wei leaned against the shadows at the corner of the second floor, standing silently with his eyes closed, his black clothes blending seamlessly with the darkness. His fingertips lightly touched the elemental artifact in his palm, and the cool sensation was clearly felt—the power of the talisman sword was almost gone. Counting the previous activations, there were only three uses left. He must not use it lightly unless absolutely necessary.

The essence of bone is contained within, and the essence of blood flows slowly through the meridians, hot and pure, making it a natural nemesis to suppress evil and corruption.

Inside the building, the Falcon Squad and the search and rescue team were divided into four shifts to take turns, with layers of defense deployed.

Wang Ziqi stood guard at the top of the stairs on the second floor, rifle loaded, his eyes sharp as an eagle. Every few minutes, he would look down and check the steps, his voice extremely low: "Zhao Hu, keep a close watch on the top of the stairs on the first floor. If anything unusual happens, call out immediately."

"Don't worry!" Zhao Hu lowered his voice, holding the Demon-Slaying Shield in front of him, his burly body blocking the stairwell. "With me here, not a single drop of slime will get up here!"

Lin Ye stood guard by the window, prying open a crack to warily scan the darkness outside: "It's too quiet around here, something's not right. The evil spirits are definitely gathering."

Chen Yue leaned against the inner wall, responsible for looking after the elderly and children, her brows furrowed slightly: "The survivors are relatively stable, but they are all afraid of encountering that slime again, so we have to keep them calm."

Su Qing squatted in the corner, silently organizing the first-aid kit, her fingertips still a little cold. The memory of that team member melting instantly still haunted her, and she could only check the medicines again and again, forcing herself to remain calm.

Search and rescue team leader Zhou Ting, along with two team members, stood guard at the third-floor stairwell, their faces grave: "Be alert, everyone. This mutated evil spirit is extremely insidious. Once you're infected, there's no way to save you."

Everyone was holding on, but the oppressive feeling in the night was growing heavier.

Sudden--

sizzle-

More intense and piercing corrosion sounds, even louder than before, rang out simultaneously from the first, second, and third floors!

Not in the corners of the walls, not in the cracks of the doors, but on the entire floor, floors, and walls of the building, a large area was simultaneously seeping out a pale green viscous liquid! It was sticky like glue, with a pungent, fishy smell, and in the blink of an eye it covered the ground and climbed up the walls wildly, with a continuous sound of corrosion, and the cement, steel bars, and bricks were all melted and emitted white smoke.

The amount of mucus is more than ten times that of before!

"They're here!" Wang Ziqi's pupils constricted, and he growled sharply, "Everyone back! Don't touch any liquid!"

"So many! They're everywhere!" Zhao Hu shouted anxiously, but dared not move. A layer of sticky green liquid had already spread under his feet. He blocked with his shield, and with a sizzling sound, the surface of the shield was instantly corroded and dented.

"The bullets are useless! Physical attacks can't penetrate them at all!" Lin Ye fired several shots, but the bullets disappeared without a trace once they hit the slime. He cried out urgently, "Ziqi, at this rate, the whole building will melt down!"

Panic erupted instantly!

The survivors trembled with fear, and the children couldn't help but cry out, only to have their mouths tightly covered by the woman. The old people were pale as death, and they kept backing away, clinging to the walls, but there was sticky mucus all around, and they had nowhere to retreat.

"It's over...it's all this stuff..." One of the rescue team members' legs went weak and he almost fell into the slime, but Zhou Ting grabbed him.

The pale green slime continued to rise rapidly, and humanoid figures formed from the slime slowly rose from the green liquid.

One, five, ten... they swarmed the corridor, forming a sticky wall of corpses, slowly approaching the crowd. They made no roars, only the sound of their slimy sludge, leaving behind a pool of highly toxic flesh with each step.

The most terrifying thing is that the building structure has begun to corrode and loosen, with rubble falling from the ceiling and the whole building teetering on the verge of collapse.

"Uncle!" Wang Ziqi turned around abruptly, his voice urgent yet still respectful, "The slime has erupted throughout the entire building, it can't be stopped!"

This shout drew everyone's attention to the figure in black in the shadows.

Fear, despair, and panic all converged into a final hope at this moment.

Wu Wei slowly opened his eyes.

His cold gaze pierced through the darkness, sweeping over the sticky green tide that filled the corridor, without causing the slightest ripple.

The talisman sword only has three uses left and cannot be used.

But he never needs to rely on just one trick to guarantee his survival.

Wu Wei stepped forward, his black robes flashing a cold arc in the dim candlelight.

He didn't raise his hands to form a hand seal, nor did he chant any incantation; his body simply trembled slightly.

In an instant, a scorching, pure, and brilliant crimson aura, like the rising sun, burst forth from his body!

It's not a talismanic fire, nor is it triggered by external force.

It is the Blood Essence Yang Flame—the pure Yang power originating from his own bloodline, which is specifically designed to counteract all evil, putrefaction, and venomous substances in the world.

As soon as the glare appeared, the air temperature instantly rose.

The once chilly and gloomy stairwell was instantly filled with warmth, and the pungent, pungent, and rotten smell was dispelled and evaporated at a visible speed.

The pale green slime that spread wildly across the ground immediately sizzled and rapidly contracted, dried up, and carbonized upon contact with the residual heat of the yang flames!

The originally viscous, gelatinous venom, under the pure Yang power, didn't even have a chance to corrode; it was directly roasted into black dust that fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

The mutated slime demon approached the crowd, emitting a shrill, silent screech!

Their bodies are composed of venomous mucus. In the face of the Blood Essence Yang Flame, they are like ice and snow meeting a raging fire. Their whole bodies frantically smoke, melt, and disintegrate, and they cannot even get within three feet of it.

Wu Wei raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping lightly over the entire building.

He gently raised his left hand, revealing a bone armor covering his arm, but it wasn't a restraint; it merely activated the spread of blood essence.

"Blood Essence, Yang Flame."

The four words, spoken lightly, sounded like a command, resounding throughout the entire corridor.

The crimson yang flames suddenly surged, no longer retaining their restrained warmth, but transforming into a ring of fiery waves that swept across the first, second, and third floors centered on him!

The flames were not fierce; they did not burn living people or destroy buildings, but only consumed evil and putrid substances.

Wherever it passed—

The sticky substance on the ground dried instantly and turned to ash;

The adhesive on the wall has completely evaporated;

Each of the slimy fiends burned completely, turning into black smoke;

The deadly poison, the putrid odor, and the malevolent energy were all burned away completely!

In less than five breaths.

The entire building was completely cleansed of all slime, putrefactive liquid, and malevolent shadows.

The ground was dry, the walls were clean, the air was fresh, and even the slightest trace of corrosion was completely repaired by Yang Yan.

The rampant, sticky tide was quelled in one fell swoop.

Dead silence.

The entire building fell into a deathly silence.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the stunned, shocked, and incredulous faces.

Zhao Hu's shield slammed to the ground with a thud, his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time: "This...this is...Uncle's true power? He can even turn slime into ash?"

Lin Ye slowly lowered his rifle, his eyes shifting from shock to complete submission. His lips were taut, but he couldn't hide the burning desire in his eyes.

Su Qing covered her mouth, her eyes slightly red, and let out a long sigh of relief, a mixture of lingering fear and reassurance.

Chen Yue's tense shoulders relaxed completely, and she let out a soft breath. A look of realization flashed across her eyes—this "uncle's" trump card was far deeper than they had imagined.

Wang Ziqi strode forward, his voice trembling with the shock of surviving a close call, yet steady and resolute:

"Uncle! It's all cleaned up!"

Search and rescue team members Zhou Ting and all the other members were frozen in place, their eyes looking at Wu Wei with an almost awe-inspiring reverence.

They had never seen a powerful being who could purify the entire Sticky Prison with their own strength.

An elderly survivor knelt down, trembling, tears streaming down his face: "A divine being... a divine being saved us..."

The survivors around them all lowered their heads, their eyes no longer filled with fear, but with an overwhelming sense of peace.

Wu Wei withdrew his Blood Essence Yang Flame, the warmth around him slowly receding, and his black robes regained their cold indifference. He glanced down at the now spotless stairwell, and spoke softly, his voice calm and unwavering:

"It's safe for now. The source of the slime is still downstairs. We'll deal with it when it gets light."

Wang Ziqi immediately responded, his tone extremely respectful:

"Yes, Uncle! We'll increase vigilance and make sure nothing goes wrong before dawn!"

He turned to everyone and said in a deep voice, "You all heard that! Uncle has completely eliminated the evil spirits! Everyone, rest assured, we'll set off at dawn!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices filled with strength and hope.

The night was still long, but inside the building, there was no longer any panic.

The candlelight flickered gently, illuminating the solitary yet powerful figure clad in black.

Everyone knows that—

As long as he's there, even the most terrifying poisonous tides of the sticky prison can't harm them in the slightest.