Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

Zhao Qiming, however, sensed something was amiss. He squinted and stared at the changes in the orcs.

The second orc also began to grow scales, but in the wrong place. The scales emerged from his back, tearing open his skin and causing blood to seep out along the edges of the scales.

"Ouch...it hurts..."

The orc lay on the ground, his claws digging into the sand, carving several deep furrows into the surface.

"Boss..."

The third orc raised his head and looked at Hall, his eyes filled with pain.

His face began to deform, his jawbone protruded outwards, and his mouth split open to his ears, but his teeth did not become sharp; instead, they began to fall outwards.

"Click..."

A fang fell onto the sand.

Then came the second one, and the third one.

"What happened?"

Hall stood up and took two steps forward.

Zhao Qiming reached out to stop him, "Don't go over there."

As soon as he finished speaking, the orc on the far left suddenly froze.

He remained kneeling, and the few scales that had just grown on his neck stopped growing, their color changing from grayish-black to dark gray, losing their luster.

"Boss...save...save me..."

The orc's voice was intermittent.

Hall frowned.

The next second, the orc's body fell forward, his face buried in the sand, and he was motionless.

"Hold!"

Hall cursed.

The second orc also failed.

The scales that grew on his back were only the size of a palm, covering less than a third of his back.

The skin beneath the scales began to ulcerate, and black pus oozed from the wound, emitting a pungent stench.

"vomit……"

The orc lay on the ground, vomiting a pool of black liquid mixed with blood clots.

His body twitched a few times, then fell silent.

The third orc's situation was even worse.

His mouth was split open to his ears, all his teeth were gone, and his tongue was swollen to the size of a fist, stuck in his throat.

He tried desperately to breathe, but his trachea was blocked, and he could only make "hoarse" sounds.

His complexion changed from grayish-white to bluish-purple, and finally to dark black.

He straightened his body and then stopped moving.

The fourth orc is still alive, but he won't last much longer.

His body swelled up to a size larger than before, his muscles bulged, but only a few scales grew on his chest, while the skin on the rest of his body was torn open, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Ah...kill...kill me..."

The orc lay on the ground, claws digging into his neck, trying to kill himself.

But he was too weak, and his claws only left a few shallow bloodstains on his neck.

Yang Ningcong witnessed this scene.

He recalled the feeling after he received the injection: his bones were crushed and reassembled, his skin was torn, and scales were pushed out of his flesh.

He will never forget that kind of pain in his life.

He still remembers when he woke up, Xu Zhixia was squatting beside him, and Lin Fan was standing not far away.

Lin Fan saved him.

If it weren't for Lin Fan, he would be just like those beastmen on the ground, dying without knowing why.

Hall turned to Zhao Qiming and stared at him. "What the hell is going on here?"

Zhao Qiming squatted down and lifted the eyelids of one of the orcs; the pupils were already dilated.

He checked several others, and they were all the same. Zhao Qiming glared at him, knowing the reason was obvious even to a fool, yet he still asked.

Thinking that to himself, he could only respectfully reply, "There's something wrong with this potion."

"What's the problem?" Hall's voice rose.

"It's probably because this batch of medicine is unstable."

Zhao Qiming pointed to the corpses on the ground, "Their bodies couldn't take it."

"And what about him?"

Hall pointed at Yang Ningcong, "Why did he survive?"

Zhao Qiming glanced at Yang Ningcong, his gaze lingering on the gray-black scales for a few seconds.

Zhao Qiming couldn't understand it either, since Chen Jian had told him that the latest batch of medicine would grow into a monster that looked like a snake.

Yang Ningcong's physical characteristics match Chen Jian's description, so why is he alive and why is his defense and attack power greatly increased?

But these four orcs had turned into this grotesque mess. Hall grabbed him and demanded, "Speak!"

Zhao Qiming didn't have time to think deeply, so he could only come up with a random excuse, "But..."

"Maybe... he didn't hit this batch."

Hall was stunned.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Qiming walked to the iron box, pulled out an empty tube, and pretended to look at it in the light, before other answers came to mind.

"Hall, there's another possibility."

"Yang Ningcong was originally human and did not use the orc potion, which is why he was able to successfully transform into this monster."

"These brothers had already been given orc potions, and they were incompatible with each other, which is why this situation occurred."

If Zhao Qiming could convince himself with this reason, then it must be true.

Hall took a deep breath, staring at the four corpses on the ground, then looked at Yang Ningcong, who had already gone on a killing spree.

The orcs' attacks were useless against him, but Yang's punches landed squarely on them, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"So what do we do?"

"run."

Zhao Qiming turned and walked towards the tent. "Run now, and tell the others to hold them off. We can still make it."

"run?"

Hall watched Zhao Qiming's retreating figure. "Where are you running off to?"

"Anywhere is fine." Zhao Qiming really wanted to curse. Did Hall not have a brain?

Zhao Qiming had already run a few steps away, thinking, "As long as we get as far away from this monster as possible."

Hall turned his head and looked at Yang Ningcong.

Yang Ningcong was also looking at him. Hall swallowed hard. He remembered the scene of the Yang family fighting against them before, and the image of the old man being blown to bits. This spoiled brat was obviously here for revenge.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't afraid; I should have known better than to offend the Yang family.

If only he had waited until the others found a way back, then he would have gone and ruled their country.

Now that his orcs are almost all gone, he is filled with regret.

But now, a wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

"Everyone, retreat!" Hall roared.

The remaining orcs on the beach hesitated for a moment, and several of them stood up, preparing to run towards the woods.

Yang Ningcong exerted force with his right leg, causing the sand to collapse and his body to be launched forward.

"boom!"

He landed between two orcs and punched one of them in the chest.

The sound of bones breaking rang out, and the orc was sent flying backward, crashing into the reef, leaving a large dent in his chest.

Another orc pounced, its claws reaching for Yang Ningcong's neck.

Yang Ningcong raised his arm to block the claws, the scales and nails colliding and making a harsh scraping sound.

He grabbed the orc's head with his other hand, his five fingers gripping it tightly.

"Click..."

The skull shattered, and the orc's body went limp.

Yang Ningcong released his grip, and the body fell to the ground.

Hall broke out in a cold sweat as he watched this scene.

"Zhao Qiming!"

He turned and ran towards the tent, shouting, "Wait for me!"

Zhao Qiming had already disappeared into the woods, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Hall ran a few steps and glanced back.

Yang Ningcong stood in the middle of the beach, surrounded by seven or eight corpses.

He didn't chase after Zhao Qiming, but instead stared at Hall.

Hall's legs buckled, and he almost fell.

"You guys, stop him!"

Hall pointed to the few orcs who were still alive behind him.

The orcs exchanged glances, but none of them dared to move.

"Stop him!" Hall shouted again.

One of the orcs gritted his teeth and charged toward Yang Ningcong.

Yang Ningcong walked towards him.

The two bodies collided, and the orc was knocked back two steps.

Yang Ningcong grabbed his arm and pulled hard.

"Rip..."

His arm was torn off, and blood gushed out.

The orc screamed and fell to the ground, writhing in the sand, clutching his severed arm.

Seeing this, Hall turned and ran.

He rushed into the woods, not daring to look back, and just ran forward as fast as he could.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind me.

"Thump...thump...thump..."

Each step he took landed heavily on the ground, causing leaves to fall.

Hall's breathing became more and more rapid; he knew Yang Ningcong was chasing him.

He tried to speed up, but the footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Ahead was a thicket of bushes. Hall rushed in, his body covered in wounds from being scratched by branches.

He didn't care about any of that; he just wanted to get as far away from that monster as possible.

The footsteps stopped.

Hall stopped, leaned against a tree, and gasped for breath.

He waited a few seconds, but nothing happened.

"They...they got away?"