As spiritual energy revived, I, having acquired certain attributes, gradually ascended to immortalit

Take advantage of the chaos and escape!

Mr. Yin's idea was good, but unfortunately, reality was completely different from his imagination.

Seeing that there were no people in need of rescue inside the house, the deputy director and his entourage had no intention of rushing in.

With a wave of his hand, the deputy director saw a thick earthen wall rise from the ground.

A captain unloaded the equipment from his back and carried it on his shoulder—it was a single-soldier rocket launcher.

"Whoosh!"

"boom!"

The rocket, trailing a fiery exhaust, crashed into the room, and the intense flames and explosion instantly engulfed everything.

The shockwave swept away countless pieces of rock and even severed limbs.

After the explosion, half of the room had collapsed, the exposed steel bars were twisted and broken, and there was smoke and dust everywhere.

"Damn it!"

Mr. Yin crawled out from behind the two zombies in a disheveled state, half of his face blown apart and covered in blood and gore.

His body was charred black, his clothes were long gone, and he looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

Apart from the two seventh-rank walking corpses, the other walking corpses were all torn to pieces.

"If my zombie form hadn't failed to complete its transformation, even if it wasn't at least a mid-tier rank three, I wouldn't have been surrounded by you bunch of scum!"

There's still no news from the men he sent out, and his own base is about to be destroyed. If it weren't for the fact that six months of hard work had been wasted, how could he have ended up in this situation!

Mr. Yin now hates those who disrupted his corpse-raising formation so much that he wants to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

He roared, but no one paid any attention; they were even discussing how to assign opponents.

Fang Shu spoke up, "Director Zhang, I'm about to break through to the next level. Could you leave me a seventh-grade walking corpse to deal with alone?"

The deputy director nodded, and the group quickly dispersed to surround Mr. Yin and the other walking corpse.

Apart from Fang Shu, no one else will talk to you about a one-on-one fight.

A rocket hit him squarely, and the already severely wounded seventh-rank zombie was quickly subdued with the help of Night Owl's team.

Fang Shu, on the other hand, fought another zombie alone.

Under normal circumstances, an eighth-rank opponent against a seventh-rank opponent would not even be able to break through the opponent's defenses.

He kept throwing punches, faster and faster, making muffled thuds, but the zombie seemed completely unharmed.

Instead, it roared and fought back, easily smashing a dent into the wall.

Fang Shu didn't care, until his last punch landed, hitting the walking corpse in the chest.

"Hundred Cracks - One Punch!"

The zombie, which had seemed perfectly fine, suddenly froze, and then countless cracks appeared.

Starting from its chest and spreading outwards, it shattered into countless pieces like porcelain with a crash.

"The belt meridian has finally been opened."

Fang Shu, panting heavily, grinned.

In addition to the regular twelve meridians, there are also the eight extraordinary meridians, but they are too difficult to open. Only those who are truly outstanding in terms of temperament, will, and other aspects will attempt to do so.

One wrong move and you'll be dragged down to the eighth rank.

"A breakthrough?"

The leader of the Night Owls glanced over and said, "If you had awakened your talent two or three months later and participated in the martial arts competition in the second half of the year, you might have been able to get into the top three. What a pity."

Fang Shu shook his head. "Forget it, there's no point in bullying newbies by blocking the line."

Besides, those three from the first half of the year can still participate in the martial arts competition again this year. If I become stronger, won't they?

The two fell silent instantly and stopped talking.

Both seventh-rank zombies have been dealt with, leaving only Mr. Yin surrounded by the deputy director and the remaining team leaders.

The overwhelming numerical superiority, coupled with the fact that Mr. Yin still doesn't know how he was exposed.

He was completely disoriented and had no ability to fight back.

"You don't want me to live, do you?"

Backed into a corner, Mr. Yin watched as even his zombies were dealt with, realizing that all his efforts since arriving here had been in vain.

"Then none of them should live!"

He said that, but he wasn't truly at his wit's end yet, as long as the men he sent out could get those medicines...

"Oh no, he's going to make these zombies self-destruct!"

Night Owl's expression changed instantly; he could feel the power within the fallen zombies in front of him constantly expanding.

The expansion was very fast; the words had barely left his lips when a loud "boom" was heard.

The entire underground research institute, along with the warehouse on the surface, was overturned, with rubble and steel bars falling everywhere.

When everything calmed down, only ruins remained, as if the place had been bombarded by heavy artillery.

"Alright, Deputy Director, you can get up now!"

But from within these ruins came the helpless voice of some captain.

With a "bang," a large concrete slab was ejected, and pieces rolled down.

A huge, bulky, round figure slowly stood up, though it was no different from lying down, just like a ball.

The figure shrank instantly, revealing the deputy director's round face, with only a pair of tattered pants on his body.

"Stop complaining. If it weren't for me, you would all be meeting Marx by now."

The deputy director smacked himself of the dust, annoyed. "They're ripped again. And these pants aren't very stretchy. Go find me some clothes right now!"

The team leaders quickly crawled out of the rubble.

Someone secretly glanced at the deputy director.

The Fat Cloth—their deputy director's ability is... pretty freakish. It has powerful defensive capabilities; it can even block cannonballs.

Every time I use it, all I see is a piece of white, fleshy flesh, which is a bit disgusting.

A few minutes later, the deputy director, now dressed, walked up to Li Jianghan, who was waiting outside.

"The target should be dead by now, right?"

"Almost there, the aura has disappeared."

Li Jianghan nodded. "His natal corpse has already self-destructed, which is equivalent to a natal magic weapon, a part of the supernatural being's body."

Even at the seventh rank, having opened the Qi Sea, one still lacks the ability to regenerate severed limbs.

The deputy director frowned, noticing something amiss. "What do you mean by 'almost'?"

Li Jianghan thought for a moment, "The Corpse Sleeping Path deals with death all day long, who dares to say that he is definitely dead?"

"At worst, you can search his body again and keep an eye on him here for a few days. He can't possibly possess another body, can he?"

If even a disciple of the Corpse-Sleeping Path had this ability, the righteous sects wouldn't stand a chance.

However... being sent here doesn't necessarily mean they have any means of survival.

Upon hearing this, the deputy director gave the order without hesitation.

"See if we can find the target's body. If not, set a few fires and burn this whole place to ashes. I refuse to believe he could still be alive!"

You like causing trouble and taking lives in their Great Xia, right? Then he'll grind that guy to dust!

……

Meanwhile, in the city center, at the Ben Cao Pharmaceutical Building.

Inside the executive director's office, Gu Jingshi sat on the sofa, arms crossed, looking at the two men and one woman in front of him with a slight frown.

"You convened this emergency meeting under the guise of discussing equity, just so I could meet him?"

She glanced at the young man beside her—it was Sun Huai.

"That's right."

One of the middle-aged men quickly put on a smile, "President of the amusement group, you're only six years older than me."

"At such a young age, you're already in charge of a large corporation. You and my niece are a perfect match, and our businesses don't overlap. If only..."

"That's enough." Gu Jingshi's face immediately turned cold.

"Whether you're trying to interfere in my personal life or company management, aren't you overthinking things?"

Her gaze swept across the faces of the three people one by one.

"I only gave you face before because you were my elders, but now it seems you've lost all sense of shame?"