Chapter 25 The Disgusting Locked Room

Yun Bai quietly passed through the gap in the Restriction, and the scene before him suddenly changed.

This was no ordinary secret chamber, but a massive labyrinth hidden deep underground, with passageways crisscrossing in every direction, extending to who knows where.

Fortunately, thanks to the map decoded by Xiao Liu, his current location and the light point representing his target were clearly marked within Yun Bai's Sea of Consciousness.

Following the guidance, he arrived at a spacious underground hall.

The interior of the mountain was bone-chillingly cold, and moisture condensed into droplets, sliding slowly down the stone walls covered in purple-black vines.

The air was filled with an indescribable, pungent, fishy odor, like the smell of rotting flesh mixed and fermented with some kind of medicinal liquid.

Relying on his Cultivator night vision and Divine Sense, Yun Bai was able to perceive the surrounding environment.

In a corner of the hall stood rows of huge glass containers, inside which were soaked body organs of Human Race women and children; those organs were twisting in the murky liquid, as if still recounting the pain they suffered before death.

"These Demon Race are simply insane!" Yun Bai said, gritting his teeth.

In some containers were unborn fetuses, curled up in the narrow space, their tiny bodies covered in dense needle marks, clearly having been used as experimental subjects.

Not far away, on several cold operating tables, lay a few naked corpses, their skin already beginning to rot, emitting waves of foul odor.

The wounds on the corpses were jagged and uneven, and some organs had been crudely removed and tossed carelessly into trays to the side.

On the nearby instruments, solidified blood still remained, as if recording the bloody scene that had just occurred.

The walls were covered with various charts and data, detailing the process and results of every experiment.

And below these charts were rows of iron cages, inside which were imprisoned "rotting flesh" on the verge of death.

Their eyes were hollow, their bodies weak, and they were covered in scars and bruises.

Some were weeping softly, while others were already numb, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

A huge instrument was placed there, connected to various pipes and formation patterns.

In a huge water tank, several people with twisted figures were soaking, their bodies covered in black threads, with unknown liquids constantly being injected into them.

Their skin was swollen and ulcerated, and they let out painful roars, the sounds echoing in this enclosed space, making one's hair stand on end.

Yun Bai tentatively approached.

Suddenly, dozens of black shadows darted out from the water tank.

Those demonic creatures that resembled women pounced from all directions, purple-black devilish patterns flickering in the darkness, emitting sharp roars.

"It's those demonic creatures from before!"

"This is... Are these demonic creatures refined from the Human Race women and children they captured?"

Yun Bai's eyes turned cold, his thoughts racing.

"Clang—"

Nine Flying Swords unsheathed in response, carrying a shrill buzzing of electric currents, turning into nine dazzling bolts of lightning that shot into the dim hall.

The sword light darted rapidly through the air, the trajectories at first glance like tangled white lines frantically weaving together, dazzling to the eyes.

However, upon closer inspection, the trajectory of each of the nine swords secretly aligned with profound mysteries, echoing each other, faintly forming an ever-evolving "Sancai Sword Formation," completely enveloping the pouncing demonic creatures.

The lightning light was extremely Yang and extremely firm, the very nemesis of the filthy Devilish Qi.

Once those demonic creatures touched the electric snakes jumping on the swords, it was as if they had encountered their natural enemy; they let out fearful shrieks, the devilish patterns on their bodies flickering unsteadily, and their movements became sluggish and trembling.

Just as the sword formation was strangling the demonic creatures and seemed to have the upper hand—

"Boom!"

The dome of the hall suddenly exploded, and three hulking black shadows, carrying a fishy wind, smashed onto the ground; they were exactly three fierce-aura Fate-Fallen Demon Monster, all with First Realm Peak cultivation!

They roared, their abdomens bulging, and thick, ink-green poisonous fog spewed wildly from their mouths, noses, and skin glands, instantly permeating the entire hall!

In the enclosed space, the poisonous gas had nowhere to dissipate, and the concentration rose sharply! Even with Yun Bai's combat power comparable to the Second Realm, it was difficult to resist the superimposed erosion of the poisonous fog from three Peak Fate-Fallen Demon Monster for long!

Almost simultaneously, the entire hall shook violently, spiderweb-like cracks appeared on the ceiling and four walls, large rocks began to collapse, crashing down with a boom, dust flying everywhere.

A trap! This was to bury him here completely!

A Fate-Fallen Demon Monster with an exceptionally sturdy upper body violently smashed through the falling rocks, pouncing toward Yun Bai with a fishy wind, its huge bone claws slapping straight down! Yun Bai hurriedly controlled his Flying Sword to block.

"Clang!"

The lightning sword collided with the bone claws, emitting a loud sound of metal clashing, the massive force shaking Yun Bai so that his Qi and blood surged, and he retreated again and again.

The Fate-Fallen Demon Monster opened its huge mouth, and an even thicker ink-green poisonous fog sprayed directly at his face!

Yun Bai hurriedly retreated, while simultaneously activating all his Flying Swords to weave a lightning net in an attempt to block it, but a trace of poisonous gas still penetrated the defense and drilled into his nostrils.

In an instant, the scene before his eyes changed abruptly! It was no longer the collapsing stone hall, but he had returned to the moment his home Universe shattered, familiar stars exploding before his eyes, the figures of his loved ones dissipating in the flames...

"No! This is wrong!"

Just at the moment he lost control of his mind, the ground beneath his feet suddenly split open a huge fissure, and the scorching breath of terrestrial fire spewed out from within! At the same time, above his head, the huge rock ceiling, loosened by the continuous tremors, emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound and crashed down!

In front was the Fate-Fallen Demon Monster poisonous fog, below was the terrestrial fire fissure, and above were ten thousand tons of giant rocks!

Yun Bai's pupils constricted, the perilous situation instantly pulling him back from the hallucination!

Yun Bai shook his head violently, trying to dispel the heart-palpitating scene of his home's destruction before his eyes.

Just at this moment, a familiar and urgent shout pierced through the poisonous fog and the noise, clearly reaching his ears:

"Yun Bai! This way! Come with me and retreat!"

It was the voice of Brother Zhou!

How could he be here?

Could it be that someone else notified Supervisor Zhou Shengtai?

Could it be that for these past few days, Supervisor Zhou Shengtai had been following him all along to protect him, playing the role of a guardian?

But if Supervisor Zhou Shengtai was here, if he obtained the spaceship wreckage, how would he explain it to the State Religion?

Such a special item, and one related to the Demon Race, would definitely have to be handed over to the State Religion for research.

If he showed strong interest, would he be suspected?

In an instant, ten thousand thoughts raced through Yun Bai's mind, and even his combat movements slowed by a fraction.

He saw the figure of Supervisor Zhou Shengtai appearing and disappearing in the rolling ink-green poisonous fog, anxiously waving at him, and behind him seemed to be a few other figures, struggling to fend off the attacks of the demonic creatures.

"Quick! The passage is about to collapse! Come with me!" Supervisor Zhou Shengtai's voice was filled with unquestionable urgency.

Yun Bai had no time to think carefully; he urged his internal spiritual power, the lightning Flying Swords circling around him, barely splitting open the poisonous fog as he dashed toward the direction of the voice.

The closer he got, the clearer the figure of Supervisor Zhou Shengtai became, and even the habitual seriousness and concern on his face were vivid and lifelike.

However, just as he was about to rush out of the densest poisonous fog area, only a few yards away from Supervisor Zhou Shengtai, something strange happened.