One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

Upon hearing this, Hank, who had been following at the very back carrying a huge box, clenched his fists in a muffled voice.

"Finally, I can get to work. This rainforest has been making me feel so uncomfortable. I can't wait to hear the cracking sound of bones breaking."

"very good."

William casually tucked the knife back into his waistband, and the sunny smile on his face gradually faded.

Instead, there is an excitement and cruelty belonging to the apex predators.

"The Myanmar team? I heard they're really good at playing with those insects and curses?"

William twisted his neck, making a cracking sound as his joints moved.

"Perfect timing, let the whole world see how ridiculous those charlatan tricks of the natives are."

……

A low-lying swamp more than 400 meters away from them.

Beneath the dense banana leaves, four figures lay silently in the shadows.

They even kept their breathing very low, as if they had completely merged with the rainforest.

Myanmar team.

Captain Naiweng squatted on the trunk of a thick banyan tree, his skin a bronze color from years of wind and sun exposure.

He was shirtless, and his muscular upper body was covered with densely packed red incantations resembling tadpoles.

This is a traditional Burmese white ritual – the Buddha Bone Protection Pact.

"Boss, the Americans are sticking too tight."

A petite girl with wheat-colored skin slid down the tree trunk like a nimble cat.

Her name is Tusa, and her short hair makes her look capable and feisty.

At this moment, her wrists were wrapped with several layers of tattered, grayish cloth that emitted a pungent, putrid stench.

"These guys are like they have radar installed. We waded in the water for more than half an hour and still couldn't shake them off."

Tusa gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a wild, fierce light.

"If we can't shake them off, then we won't."

The old man leaped down from the tree and landed silently.

His gaze was unusually calm, showing no sign of panic from being pursued by a powerful enemy.

As a genius who had spent years navigating the chaotic landscape of northern Myanmar, he knew all too well that running away would only lead to a quicker death.

"The American team is arrogant and overconfident because of their strength, and they will definitely rush in headfirst."

The old man quickly deployed tactics:

"This swamp is full of miasma; it's our home turf."

"Zuo, prepare to block their retreat. Miao, release your darlings and prepare a big surprise for them."

"Yes."

In the corner, a tall, thin man whose lower half of his face was always covered with a black cloth nodded silently.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, Miao plunged his hands directly into the putrid mud beneath his feet.

"Gudu... gudu..."

It was accompanied by a low, chilling incantation.

The mud and water beneath Miao's feet began to boil violently!

Immediately afterwards, a dense swarm of ancient tomb ants, each the size of a fingernail, spread silently along the surrounding tree roots and withered leaves, like a black tide.

A hundred ants devour the veins and descend!

This thing doesn't bite the skin; it just goes along the pores and into the meridians, making it impossible to defend against!

Just as this inescapable net was laid.

"Swish..."

The bushes in front were roughly torn apart.

William swaggered in with his team.

They stood there, upright, on the edge of the swamp.

"Hi! Good afternoon, friends in Myanmar!"

William stopped and waved to his grandfather and the others, his smile as bright as if he had met an old friend.

"This place is really hard to find. Actually, you could run a little slower, since this kind of hide-and-seek game is a bit of a waste of everyone's time."

"Let's do it!"

The old man had no intention of greeting these arrogant foreigners at all, and then he roared!

"Whoosh!"

Tusa was the fastest.

With a sudden burst of strength in her waist, the tattered strip of cloth wrapped around her wrist, like a gray venomous snake, left a trail of afterimages in mid-air!

The Corpse Rope Binds the Soul!

This is a dark magic spell made by soaking the shroud of a violently deceased person in a grave stream for forty-nine days!

The gray strip of cloth was moving incredibly fast, heading straight for Hank, who was walking at the front!

"Snapped!"

The strip of cloth precisely wrapped around Hank's right arm, and then, as if it were alive, it instantly wrapped around his arm three or four times, tightening it tightly!

"Take down this big guy!"

Tusa whistled triumphantly and suddenly pulled her hands back:

"Lie down, you fatso!"

Once entangled by this corpse rope, the insidious corpse energy will immediately invade the brain.

It makes people stiff and confused, turning them into puppets that can be manipulated at will!

however.

Tusa pulled back with all her might, her face turning red from strain.

But Hank on the other side did not fall.

He didn't even sway once.

Like an iron tower rooted in the mud!

"Huh?" Tusa was stunned.

"Little girl, what kind of erotic game are you playing?"

Hank looked down at the strip of cloth wrapped around his arm, which still smelled sour.

He frowned in disgust at his eyebrowless brow bone:

"This smell is even more disgusting than the moldy carpet in my grandmother's cellar."

"This is impossible! Why isn't the corpse energy working?!" Tusa exclaimed in shock.

"Data shows that corpse gas is essentially a type of biological fungus carrying neurotoxins."

The person in the back, wearing tactical goggles, calmly explained the numbers projected on their arm:

"It's a pity. Before we went to the island, we all received the latest antiviral vaccine from Behemoth."

Your fungal infection is nothing more than a sneeze to us.

Hank grinned, revealing his big white teeth.

The muscles in his right arm, which was entangled, suddenly swelled up!

It's sizzling!

A piercing tearing sound!

The incredibly strong and precious magical artifact, the Corpse Rope, which Tusa treasured, was actually snapped into more than a dozen pieces of scrap cloth by Hank!

"My magical artifact!" Tusa cried out, her eyes reddening with anxiety.

"What is this disgusting thing?!"

Lucy suddenly let out a strange cry and pointed to her feet.

Unbeknownst to them, the swarm of black, poisonous ants had silently surrounded them and were trying to climb up their combat boots.

"That's disgusting! I hate bugs the most!"

Although Lucy said she felt disgusted, her actions were unusually fierce.

She blew a big bubble of gum into her mouth.

"Smack!"

The moment the bubble burst, an invisible and violent mental shockwave burst outwards!

crystal!

It has no physical lethality.

But that terrifying mental shock swept directly across the ant colony on the ground!

Crash!

Those originally well-trained and resilient poisonous ants.

They convulsed in the mud, then rolled over and died completely.

"puff!"

Miao, who was hiding in the shadows, suffered a severe backlash because his natal Gu worm was instantly killed.

He tilted his head back, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, and collapsed limply at the base of the tree.