495: Pointless resistance

Just as Shen Bei was pondering how Two Headed Vine could be resurrected, a group of law enforcement officers on the periphery suddenly discovered a basement and encountered resistance!

Shen Bei, of course, finishes what he starts.

Resistance?

That's simple.

Kill!

They had already revealed their identities as national law enforcement officers; to resist was to seek death.

Perhaps others might have had reservations.

But Shen Bei wasn't one to tolerate bad habits.

"Secure her body, guard it strictly."

Shen Bei instructed a staff member and then walked towards the basement.

To Shen Bei, Two Headed Vine was indeed a bit strange.

It was said she could resurrect, but there was no sign of movement.

It felt to Shen Bei as if this body was abandoned.

That her Soul had Rebirth.

Is that possible?

A huge question mark appeared in Shen Bei's mind.

However, if he couldn't figure it out now, he would probably find the answer later.

First, he needed to deal with the remaining resistant personnel at Bianhe Pharmaceutical.

It was a narrow, dark tunnel cast in steel.

With Shen Bei's extraordinarily keen senses, he detected a slight abnormality in the airflow.

It seemed there was an existence similar to an underground palace beneath this pharmaceutical factory.

Clearly, Bu Jin and the others knew that those encircling them were high-ranking experts. Sending out ordinary lackeys would only be sending them to their deaths. If their subordinates were all dead, they would truly become lone commanders, unable to do many things. That's why they personally took action.

"I'll go down and check; you all just wait up here," Shen Bei said.

Principal Qin hesitated, "Actually, we can proceed slowly."

"No time for that."

Shen Bei said expressionlessly, "Only one living person is needed. My attitude towards the Apocalypse Cult has not changed."

Principal Qin was shocked.

An attitude of killing anyone he sees?

Good heavens.

To ask you to leave one alive, that's really putting you, Shen Bei, in a difficult position!

Principal Qin coughed, "Alright, be careful."

Shen Bei nodded.

Boom!

Shen Bei waved his arm, a punch wind exploded, and after blasting open the shattered stone slab covering the entrance with a single punch, he immediately descended the steep steps into darkness.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The long stone staircase, made of unknown material, echoed continuously.

After descending about thirty meters of high steps, Shen Bei saw a heavy steel door, with dim incandescent lights flickering faintly on either side of the door.

Before Shen Bei had even finished descending the steps, with a whoosh, a small window opened on the steel door, revealing half a face:

"Lord Dharma King?"

At the same time, a voice exclaimed in surprise:

"Is the outside matter settled? Do you need us to..."

Whoosh!

The guard who opened the window and spoke, in his joy, suddenly saw black. He clearly saw Shen Bei's sudden appearance, his eyes instantly widened in horror, and as he recoiled, he was about to let out a scream!

Rip!

A steel-like arm instantly pierced through the steel door like it was tofu, grabbing his neck!

Crack!

Shen Bei's fingers, clutching his neck, moved slightly, crushing his throat.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Seeing this, the other guard immediately understood what was happening. His scalp tingled, and he let out an equally horrified scream, scrambling backward and running away.

"I'll send you to meet him."

Creak—!

As Shen Bei spoke, his other arm also instantly pierced through the steel door. His arm muscles turned dark green, bulging with power, and he tore the steel door open!

Shen Bei looked around, and in each room were various pharmaceutical devices.

Some personnel were frantically burning documents.

Shen Bei's lips curled. He had found the right place; this was the true location for making the Mind's Eye Potion.

At the same time, a large number of figures heard the commotion and rushed out from room after room, like a dungeon, their eyes bloodshot, letting out beast-like roars, charging forward fearlessly!

Clang!

Shen Bei's right hand swept, and in the dim basement, the faint incandescent light was twisted and pulled, converging unnaturally on the blade light pouring from Shen Bei's waist, illuminating the distorted faces of every Apocalypse Cult member.

Chii chii chii chii chii!

How could these low-strength Apocalypse Cult members withstand such violent, thunder-like blade light?

Almost as soon as the blade light swept past, each person fell straight to the ground, their heads also falling off, and large gushes of blood sprayed from the severed necks!

In just a blink of an eye, more than twenty Apocalypse Cult members who had rushed forward one after another were beheaded.

Even as their heads rolled far away, their faces still held an extremely bizarre and fanatical expression.

Shen Bei's footsteps did not falter. Under his current spiritual perception, almost nothing in this enclosed space could escape his ears. With a single stride, he flashed through room after room. Any Apocalypse Cult member was turned into a headless corpse after the blade light flashed.

Twenty-nine... forty-eight... seventy-two... eighty-six...

He killed his way from the entrance of this basement to the very end, beheading eighty-six Apocalypse Cult members, before Shen Bei's movements finally stopped. He turned to look at a large door at the deepest part of this underground space.

He could sense that behind this door, there was also a suppressed, violent heartbeat. It was the last living person in this underground space besides himself.

"Hoo-ah—!"

Before Shen Bei could even approach, with a fierce roar, a swift figure directly broke through the wooden door, carrying a surging smell of blood, and frantically lunged out!

However, the direction he lunged was to Shen Bei's side, seemingly trying to escape rather than fight to the death.

Shen Bei's eyes moved. The person in front of him was richly dressed. From his attire, it was clear that his status was not low, completely different from the small fry he had killed along the way.

The blade in his hand paused abruptly. A thought of capturing him alive arose, and instead of splitting him in half, he took a step forward and reached out with one hand!

Although the figure's movements were swift, they were mere child's play in the face of Shen Bei's unreasonable strength and speed. In a blink of an eye, Shen Bei's left hand, without the slightest hint of aggression, lightly landed on the figure's shoulder!

Boom!

The man's shoulder seemed to bear an unimaginable force, suddenly shattering. At the same time, as if a ten-thousand-foot mountain had pressed down on his body, he let out a muffled groan, and his entire body plummeted, crashing to the ground prostrate!

Shen Bei's seemingly light strike was simply unbearable for this figure. Intense pain surged, and as a series of bones crackled, Shen Bei's hands moved swiftly, arriving later but striking first, tapping again on his limb joints!

Crack!

Four consecutive crisp bone-cracking sounds rang out simultaneously. This was Shen Bei shattering the bones connecting the man's limbs, making it impossible for him to escape.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed in this underground space. The man lying on the ground was in extreme pain, his body convulsing violently.

"Stop pretending."

Shen Bei's face was expressionless. He could tell from the man's heartbeat and blood flow that at least half of this heart-wrenching display was faked. He calmly asked:

"Tell me, what is your position in the Apocalypse Cult?"