Body command feeding world

As night faded, a layer of deathly white, like a pale gray, appeared on the horizon. The ruins before dawn were the most desolate, and also the most dangerous. The six-story old building, which had been temporarily repaired, was no longer stable after being attacked by two rounds of viscous evil spirits. Faint, sticky wriggling sounds came from deep within the walls, as if a huge creature was slowly breathing beneath the foundation. Each tremor made the entire building shudder slightly.

The candles inside had burned out, their dim yellow light flickering and casting weary shadows onto the mottled walls. After a tense night of watch, the Falcon Squad and the search and rescue team members all looked exhausted, but no one dared to truly close their eyes. Their gazes repeatedly swept across the floor and corners, fearing that the deadly green slime would once again gush out without warning.

Wu Wei stood in the middle of the second-floor staircase, his black robes hanging loosely, his aura as cold and desolate as an abyss. His fingertips, hanging at his sides, twitched slightly, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly—deep underground, a vast, viscous, and putrid source was slowly awakening, and the slime that had previously spread throughout the building was merely a tentacle it had extended.

The Yuan artifact in his palm remained dormant, and the power of the talisman sword had only been used three times, which he had completely suppressed and kept hidden in his heart. At this moment, three layers of Yuan power flowed slowly around his body: the Yang Flame Blood Yuan quietly lay dormant, the Bone Yuan awaited its command beneath his muscles, and the Marrow Yuan sank deep within his bones and blood, waiting only for the moment when it would resonate with the weapon.

Wang Ziqi, who was standing nearby, noticed a slight change in Wu Wei's aura. He immediately stepped forward, his expression respectful yet grave: "Uncle, the building has been shaking, and the sound is coming from underground. That slime... could it have a physical form?"

"Downstairs," Wu Wei said calmly, yet each word was clear. "A huge lump."

The moment the words were spoken, the entire building shook violently!

Boom—

Cement debris rained down from the ceiling, and a large section of the first floor collapsed with a roar. From the cracks, a dark green viscous liquid, several times thicker than before, gushed out. The viscous liquid was mixed with rotten wood chips, rusted iron slag, and dry bones, and the stench instantly filled the entire building.

Beneath the foundation, the enormous thing moved.

"There really is something underground!" Lin Ye growled, his face paling as he peered out the window. "The ground downstairs is collapsing! If we don't leave soon, the whole building will sink!"

"Survivors! Evacuate immediately! Quickly!" Wang Ziqi roared, turning to shout at the crowd, "Go through the rear emergency exit! Don't worry about your luggage! Hurry!"

Zhao Hu raised his shield to protect the elderly and weak, his burly body at the forefront, his face contorted with ferocity and vigilance: "Follow me! Don't fall behind! This building is going to collapse!"

Su Qing and Chen Yue, supporting the elderly and children on either side, moved quickly towards the back door. Even though they were flustered, their movements remained steady and orderly. The survivors were pale-faced, not daring to utter a cry, only keeping their heads down and running wildly with the group, fear gripping their hearts like a cold hand.

Search and rescue team leader Zhou Ting and his team covered the rear, firing bullets continuously at the collapsed area. However, all the attacks landed in the viscous green liquid, not even causing a ripple: "Useless! We can't penetrate it at all! Its body is too hard!"

Just as everyone was about to evacuate to the stairwell entrance—

boom--!!

The ground floor completely collapsed!

A massive hole, nearly three meters in diameter, exploded open, and dark green viscous liquid shot into the sky like a fountain. An enormous, bloated, twisted, and viscous behemoth slowly emerged from the ground. Its entire body was composed of concentrated putrid liquid and mutated flesh, its surface covered with writhing nozzles that spewed liquid. Its size almost filled half of the first-floor hall. The viscous body writhed continuously, and the dripping liquid could instantly corrode the bricks and stones. The toxic fumes it emitted caused dizziness and a stinging sensation on the skin.

The poisonous gas instantly filled the stairwell. Several survivors who couldn't evacuate in time screamed, their skin turning blackish-purple, and they staggered as they were about to fall to the ground.

"Uncle!" Prince Qi's eyes widened in horror.

Wu Wei's eyes turned cold, and he unleashed all his remaining Yuan Power. His Yang Flame Blood Yuan erupted, unleashing a torrent of energy that burned away evil, suppressed malice, and resisted poison. The oncoming putrid fumes dissipated upon contact, and the warmth enveloped the survivors on the verge of collapse, causing their dark purple skin to rapidly fade. His Bone Yuan activated in response, automatically covering his body with pale silver bone armor. Its triple properties of impact resistance, poison defense, and self-healing were simultaneously deployed, blocking all remaining poison and vibrations from his body.

The double-edged spears, which had been concealed all around him, were no longer disguised. With a flash of light, they returned to their original cold and sharp form and landed steadily in his right hand. His marrow essence resonated with the spears instantly, and man and spear became one. The entire set of spear techniques moved at his thought.

The slime source downstairs suddenly swelled, and countless nozzles opened simultaneously, spraying a deluge of corrosive slime towards the second floor.

Wu Wei swiftly clenched his left hand in mid-air, and the Sixty-One Seal of the Dao - Six Staff Bone Binding was activated. Six pale silver staffs pierced through the rain of slime and firmly embedded themselves in the six core nodes of the slime's origin. The massive, viscous body trembled, the spraying slime abruptly stopped, and its writhing form froze in place, completely imprisoned.

Wu Wei moved his feet and used the third technique, Instant Step, transforming his figure into a blur, flashing directly from the second floor to the first-floor lobby, his twin spears pointing directly at the swollen core of the slime source.

Twin Blades Reincarnation - Decisive Strike.

A spear pierced the chest, unstoppable. The blazing sun burned away evil, the marrow essence solidified the weapon, and the bone essence solidified the edge—three forces exploded simultaneously. The spear tip pierced the core without hindrance, dark green slurry splattering everywhere, only to be instantly incinerated into white smoke by the blazing sun.

With a sharp twist of his wrist, the twin spears churned rapidly within their core, the power of marrow essence surging along the spear shafts and shredding the internal evil energy nodes one by one. The massive viscous essence trembled wildly, emitting a silent shriek, its body twisting violently, yet it was firmly locked in place by the six-bone staff, unable even to struggle.

Wu Wei flicked his wrist, and the Yang Flame Blood Essence surged into the twin spears, igniting the entire viscous origin from within. Crimson Yang Flame burned wildly from its core, the pure Yang power, specifically designed to counter Yin and evil, rampaging through the viscous body. The originally incredibly hard and highly self-healing viscous origin, under the dual assault of the triple elemental power and spear technique, melted, burned, and disintegrated at a visible speed.

The dark green slurry evaporated continuously, sweeping away the putrid and toxic fumes. The bloated, enormous body shrank steadily, eventually reducing to a charred mass of ashes. The six-pronged staff of light slowly dissipated, leaving the tips of the twin spears spotless, clean and cold.

Wu Wei stood silently, gun in hand, his radiant aura and bone armor slowly receding, returning him to his cold, aloof state in black. Inside the first-floor hall, the collapsed floor, the sludge, poisonous gas, and decaying matter had all been completely purified, leaving not a trace of stickiness. The source of the earth's energy had been utterly destroyed; no more sludge would ever seep out again.

The entire building is finally completely safe.

Upstairs and downstairs, there was a deathly silence.

The five members of the Falcon Squad froze on the spot, staring dumbfounded at the lone gun-wielding figure on the first floor, their minds blank. Zhao Hu's mouth gaped open, oblivious to the clatter of his shield falling to the ground, his face a mask of utter shock. Lin Ye slowly lowered his rifle, his gaze shifting from shock to utter reverence, his lips taut, his eyes burning with emotion. Su Qing covered her mouth, her eyes slightly reddening, her still-shaken face filled with reverence. Chen Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, her usually calm and composed face finally revealing an undisguised look of astonishment.

Wang Ziqi rushed downstairs, his voice trembling uncontrollably, yet utterly respectful: "Uncle... are you... are you alright? The source... is completely destroyed!"

The search and rescue team and all the survivors were stunned, peering out of the stairwell. Looking at the pristine first floor and the black-clad, gun-wielding figure, everyone held their breath. Zhou Ting's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to his knees, his face filled with awe, unable to utter a single word. The elderly and children embraced each other, weeping not of fear, but of the relief of surviving a catastrophe. All the survivors gazed at Wu Wei's retreating figure, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude—the ultimate peace of being pulled back from hell to earth.

Wu Wei glanced down at the double-edged spears in his hands. His marrow energy slowly calmed, the spears flashed with a faint light, and then returned to stillness. He raised his eyes slightly, his voice calm and undisturbed, without a trace of the aftermath of the battle: "It's dawn. Let's go."

Wang Ziqi snapped back to reality, immediately straightened his posture, and said in a firm and resonant voice, "Yes, Uncle!"

He turned and shouted to everyone, "The slime source has been completely wiped out by Uncle! We're safe! Let's set off at dawn and return to the fortress!"

good--!!

The cheers, though subdued, were fervent and gently rose in the soft morning light.

The first rays of light finally broke through the sky, illuminating the dilapidated apartment buildings, the peaceful crowd on the ground, and the solitary, powerful figure in black, armed with a gun. The road ahead was still long, the ruins still treacherous, but at this moment, no one was afraid.

They knew that the man beside them, whom they called "Uncle," wielded two swords and possessed the power of three elements, enough to quell any evil spirits that stood in their way.