My whole family was brutally murdered? I awakened the thug system and went on a killing spree.

The fissures in the ground of the Martial God Tower ruins continue to widen.

When Qin Meng reached the edge of the crack, it was already more than fifty meters wide.

Black mist surged up from the bottom, the temperature was extremely low, and a layer of black frost formed on the ground.

However, within a three-meter radius around Qin Meng, the frost had no chance to form due to the radiation from his body heat.

Water vapor vaporizes directly, distorting the air into a visible heat wave.

He found a section of roadbed that hadn't collapsed next to the crack and sat down.

Directly opposite is the main passage from which the Abyss Hounds crawled out.

One after another, black figures climbed out from the steep rock face, one after another.

The situation within Beijing's inner ring road was even worse than Qin Meng had anticipated.

Six blocks in the North District have been overrun.

The hound pack completed its first round of dispersal and began to infiltrate in batches in the east and west directions.

The garrison troops of the capital built temporary defensive lines at every intersection, and they would rebuild them after they were lost, only to lose them again after they were rebuilt.

Just an hour ago, they were discussing how to eliminate Qin Meng's military command system, but it has degenerated into a mere retreat management agency.

The communication channels were filled with distress signals and evacuation orders.

Not to mention the private armies of powerful families.

The Ye family's two hundred elite armored soldiers had less than thirty seconds of direct confrontation with the pack of hounds in the western district before their heavy-duty mechs, which prided themselves on being the kings of land warfare, were torn to pieces by the hounds.

The commander abandoned his troops and flew towards the south gate in a single-person aircraft.

The Li family dispatched eight seventh-level experts to form a killing squad, attempting to eliminate the hunting dogs at a specific location.

The seventh-order qi strike could only cut a wound of two or three centimeters on the hound's horny exoskeleton.

The dark green fluid seeping from the wound was extremely corrosive to high dimensions. After being splashed on the faces of three seventh-tier beings, their skin and muscle tissue rotted to the bone within ten seconds.

The remaining five turned around and ran.

The Zhao family—the Zhao family is no longer alive.

Zhao Zhenhai's head was crushed by Qin Meng, and the entire direct bloodline of the Zhao family was successively purged in the provincial capital and the capital.

The remaining members of the collateral branches were now crying among the refugees, crying louder than anyone else.

Qin Meng sat there, watching all of this.

A hunting dog that had just crawled out of the crack ran towards him.

Qin Meng didn't stand up. He raised his right foot and kicked the hunting dog in the face.

The hound's entire head collapsed, its body folded into a V-shape and flew backward, falling back into the crevice.

The second one.

With a swift movement of his right hand, he seized the throat, tightening his grip with his fingers.

The keratinous exoskeleton shattered into particles under the grip of a physique of 1,300 points, and dark green blood sprayed onto half of his face.

Qin Meng twisted it off, and threw it to his left.

Start sorting the ingredients.

The corpses are piled up on the right.

Stack heads on the left – brain tissue has a higher energy density than the torso, so it should be consumed first.

The third, the fourth, the seventh.

Qin Meng was extremely efficient. He didn't need to stand up or move; he could do it all just by sitting and waving his hand.

One of the hounds pounced, and he swatted it dead. The keratinous exoskeleton shattered like an eggshell under his palm.

ten minutes.

There were thirty-seven hunting dog carcasses piled up in front of him.

Qin Meng started eating.

This time he didn't pick and choose parts; he stuffed the entire hind leg, bones and shell, into his mouth and chewed it.

The core temperature of the antimatter furnace was raised to 6,000 degrees Celsius—a step higher than before.

Digestion efficiency is increasing.

The efficiency of the antimatter furnace has been increased to 23%.

[As high-dimensional energy substances continue to decompose, the rate of calorie intake increases significantly.]

The skull fracture has completely healed, 49% of the microscopic damage to the brain tissue has been repaired, and 58% of the nerve signals in the left arm have been restored.

My mind is much clearer now, and the flashing light in my left eye has disappeared.

My left hand can make a fist normally, and my knuckles are still a bit numb when I exert force, but at least I can swing it.

As he chewed up and swallowed the eleventh hound's head, a low growl, completely different from the others, came from three hundred meters away.

The sound wave frequency is extremely low, having slipped out of the normal hearing range, and belongs to infrasound.

But Qin Meng's extrasensory hearing received it completely.

The ground resonated with the sound waves, and the gravel at the edge of the crack was jumping wildly.

The silhouette of a creature far larger than an ordinary hunting dog emerged from the black mist.

It stands over four meters tall at the shoulder and has six legs, each thicker than a telephone pole.

Two curved bone horns appeared on either side of his head, their tips emitting a dark purple glow.

Its oral cavity structure is also different—it lacks a lower jaw, instead having six flexible whiskers with suction cups and tooth rings at the ends.

Qin Meng spat out the hound bone he hadn't finished chewing.

An ordinary hunting dog would be enough to remove half a rib from his body.

A trampling one—

Never mind, never mind, there's plenty anyway.

He stood up, the first time he had done so voluntarily that day.

The trampling creature exerted force with all six legs simultaneously.

The hundreds of tons of mass were pushed to extreme speed, and the ground was plowed into deep trenches by its claw marks.

Qin Meng pushed off the ground with one foot.

The "Airborne" ability is activated. A white sonic boom cloud spreads across the sole of the shoe.

Two massive objects collided above the ruins.

Qin Meng's right fist, coated with a temperature of 6,000 degrees Celsius, slammed into the center of the trampler's forehead.

A dark purple, highly protective shield appeared just before the impact.

When the fist struck, the shield didn't shatter; instead, it smoothly redirected the force to the side.

Thirty-five percent attenuation.

The punch missed its mark, and Qin Meng's body was steered to the right of the trampler.

The six tentacles retracted simultaneously, coated in a highly corrosive dark green slime, and twisted towards his waist and abdomen.

Qin Meng twisted his waist in mid-air and kicked the nearest tentacle with his left foot.

It broke, and high-pressure dark green liquid gushed out from the cut, like a burst fire hose.

Bodily fluids splattered on his side, and the high-grade copper sheet evaporated the corrosion, but fine white corrosion marks appeared on the skin surface of the contact area.

The corrosive concentration of this stuff is several orders of magnitude higher than that of an ordinary hunting dog.

Qin Meng landed, and the one who trampled him turned around.

The remaining five tentacles spread out, and the toothed rings at the end of each one were spinning at high speed, emitting a sharp whistling sound like a chainsaw.

It charged at us from the front.

Qin Meng did not use his fist again.

He grabbed the nearest front leg with both hands.

The force of the trampling pushed him backward more than 20 meters.

The soles of the shoes left two smoking black marks on the ground.

The physical gap is narrowing—the tramp's pure physical mass is genuinely causing him to shift.

But that's about it.