611: Chapter 611 Who, then, is the real monster?

"Ah—"

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Grey Hawk let out a pitch-changed miserable scream, only feeling a chill rushing straight from his tailbone to his crown.

His right hand released the hilt of the military dagger like an electric shock, retreating repeatedly, and he fell heavily into the muddy ground on his buttocks.

He knew that the former subordinate in front of him had completely degenerated into a bloodthirsty evil ghost crawling out of Hell.

Old Dog completely ignored Grey Hawk who had fallen to the ground.

It gripped the triangular military dagger stuck in its back muscles with a backhand, and violently pulled it out.

It casually threw it into the mud nearby, kicking up a string of blackened blood beads.

Immediately after, using all four limbs, like a violent Vicious Beast, it lunged fiercely against the ground toward the closest Black Ox and Feidao.

"Fight it out with it!"

Black Ox and Feidao had nowhere left to retreat, so they could only grit their teeth and raise the weapons in their hands to meet the attack.

However, whether in strength or speed, the mutated Old Dog had completely broken away from the category of humans.

It ignored the blade stabbing toward its chest, allowing the sharp blade to pierce into skin and flesh, and its body, as hard as pig iron, crashed directly into Black Ox's embrace.

Hearing a crisp "crack" sound, Black Ox's right arm holding the knife was forcefully snapped, and the stark white bone splinters pierced through the camouflage uniform.

Old Dog opened its bloody mouth full of fangs and bit through Black Ox's windpipe in one bite.

Taking advantage of the momentum, it swung another claw, swatting Feidao, who was attempting a sneak attack from the side, flying away along with his knife, heavily smashing into a tree trunk, life or death unknown.

The strong stench of blood rapidly permeated the open space, and the scene was extremely tragic.

Beside the bushes a dozen meters away from the battlefield.

Ma Donghe widened his eyes, watching that monster frantically tearing and biting its companion, his Adam's apple rolling hard:

"A-Cheng, this thing is too weird, should we make a move?"

Hou Peng also clenched his dagger, his gaze vigilantly staring at Old Dog's movements to prevent the opponent from pouncing toward this side.

"What's the rush, watch a play first."

Fang Cheng's hands were tucked into the pockets of his training uniform, his figure poised like an abyss-deep mountain, and his tone was as calm as if he were watching an animal-fighting performance.

Hearing this, Ma Donghe and Hou Peng were stunned for a moment at the same time.

A few seconds later, Ma Donghe slapped his thigh and came to a sudden realization:

"That's right, the ones this monster is killing are all that bunch of bastards, what business of ours is it to worry?"

Figuring this layer out, the robust man not only stopped being nervous, but instead stepped forward two paces, waving his fist and loudly cheering for the monster:

"Come on! Yes, bite his thigh! Tear apart these grandsons' descendants' roots!"

Beside the tree stump not far away.

The crew-cut man and the other two police academy students supported each other, seizing the opportunity of the chaos to quickly treat the wounds on their bodies.

They gazed at the bloody one-sided massacre in the center of the open space, then turned their heads to look at the three people—Fang Cheng and the others—who were watching the show and cheering from the side, their brains in a daze for a moment.

Originally thinking that tonight's battle was a sure death, who could have imagined that the situation would evolve like this, reversing, reversing, and reversing again?

"Save me! Save me!"

Grey Hawk retreated backwards in the mud using hands and feet, wailing with a hoarse voice.

Old Dog dropped the incomplete corpse, turned that distorted head, and its pale eyeballs locked tightly onto Grey Hawk.

Then it lowered its body, the muscles of its hind legs suddenly bulging, and it leaped fiercely into mid-air, its pitch-black sharp claws targeting Grey Hawk's throat directly.

Grey Hawk was frightened into Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, scrambling and turning around to run wildly.

In an instant, he unexpectedly burst out with astonishing speed.

Like a rabbit, he stumbled and ran toward Fang Cheng, screaming at the top of his lungs:

"Save me! Only I can find the location of the ruins' entrance! Without me leading the way, you guys won't be able to get any of those treasures inside..."

Fang Cheng stood quietly in place, not even lifting an eyelid, as if he hadn't heard this tempting condition at all.

The sharp claws came rushing toward his face with a bone-chilling fishy wind.

Grey Hawk closed his eyes in despair.

And at the exact moment when the sharp claws were only half an inch away from his body.

A muffled "bang" sound suddenly came from the muddy ground.

The soil under Fang Cheng's feet instantly exploded into a deep pit.

His entire person was like a heavy shell out of the chamber, tearing through the air and instantly crossing a distance of over ten meters.

He did not draw a blade, but instead used his broad shoulders to slam fiercely into the side ribs of the Old Dog in mid-air.

Boom!

The two bodies collided violently in mid-air, producing a muffled roar like two trucks crashing head-on at full speed.

Old Dog's huge mutated body paused abruptly in mid-air.

Then, like a batted baseball, it flew horizontally over twenty meters directly, continuously snapping several thick tree branches and smashing into the thick fog in the distance.

Fang Cheng landed, his right hand grabbing the back collar of Grey Hawk's training uniform, throwing him backward like lifting a little chick and tossing him to Ma Donghe's feet.

Grey Hawk rolled twice in the mud, panting heavily with lingering fear.

His whole body trembled like a sieve, and he stammered:

"Tha… Thank you Big Brother for saving me…"

"If you want to keep your life, get lost far away."

Fang Cheng didn't even look back, coldly spitting out a sentence.

"Roar—"

A tyrannical roar came from the depths of the thick fog.

Old Dog climbed back up from the broken branches and withered leaves, its pale eyeballs revealing bloodthirsty madness.

Although it had lost human reason, the beast's instinct made it clearly perceive the terrifying power contained within the man in front of it.

As the roar sounded, the purple-black muscles all over its body bulged out one by one, tearing apart the rags hanging on its body.

Whoosh—

Its legs plowed two deep trenches on the ground, and like an out-of-control bulldozer, it rushed wildly toward Fang Cheng once again.

Fang Cheng's gaze flashed; instead of retreating, he advanced, his legs exerting sudden force to meet it head-on.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dense sounds of flesh collision instantly erupted in the open space.

Violent winds surged, and the surrounding bushes were all uprooted.

Grey Hawk was frightened into scrambling and crawling to dodge toward the outer circle, looking back in horror.

He saw that the center of the battlefield had been completely obscured by the mud and dust kicked up all over the sky.

The people on the periphery couldn't see clearly at all what was happening inside, only hearing muffled, deafening sounds one after another.

That sound was muffled to the extreme, not at all like flesh and blood fighting.

Instead, it was like a heavy artillery position firing frantically; with every roar, the ground would violently tremble along with it.

The powerful Qi wave flipped up the topsoil, and the trunks of several surrounding large trees cracked open with huge gaps.

Gravel and lumps of mud mixed with broken tree branches fell rustling like a rainstorm, smashing onto Grey Hawk's head and back.

"A-Cheng!"

Ma Donghe clenched his fists and shouted nervously.

Hou Peng's pair of prominent ears twitched, his eyes staring closely at the center filled with smoke and dust, revealing a look of shock and suspicion.

The three police academy students on the periphery were even more terrified, forgetting even the pain of their wounds.

Everyone was clear in their hearts.

If even this fiercely powerful man couldn't stop that monster.

Then everyone present today would all have to degenerate into food in the monster's belly.

Boom!

Another muffled tremor sounded, and the soil on the ground rolled like water waves.

The smoke and dust all over the sky dispersed a little bit.

Two figures gradually emerged in the center of the open space.

Everyone looked closely, and upon seeing clearly, they couldn't help but gasp a breath of cold air.

They saw that Fang Cheng's feet were nailed into the muddy ground.

His right hand, like a hydraulic iron pliers, gripped Old Dog's thick neck.

While his left hand firmly supported the monster's lower back.

Accompanied by a low exhale, the muscles of Fang Cheng's waist and back suddenly exerted force, forcefully lifting the fiercely struggling mutated monster high above his head.

Then.

The muscles of his arms tightened like steel cables, and he fiercely slammed Old Dog down toward the ground beneath his feet.

Bang!

The ground trembled violently, cracking inch by inch.

Only then did everyone suddenly realize how those terrifying collision sounds from earlier came to be.

Old Dog was smashed to the point of vomiting black blood, and before it had time to roll and escape.

Fang Cheng's hands reached out once again, exerting sudden force to toss it back into mid-air.

The monster let out a shrill howl in mid-air, its sharp claws waving wildly in an attempt to counterattack.

Fang Cheng raised his head, golden light blazing fiercely in the depths of his eyes.

He suddenly opened his hands, grabbing Old Dog's two falling thighs with absolute precision.

"Break for me!"

With a violent shout from Fang Cheng, the muscles in his arms instantly bulged to the limit, and the veins bulged like earthworms.

Then his hands forcefully parted toward both sides.

Rip—

The sound of tearing skin and flesh resounded through the entire forest.

Old Dog's iron-tough mutated body was actually torn apart forcefully from the crotch into two halves by Fang Cheng with his bare hands.

The foul-smelling black blood poured down like a waterfall, mixed with broken visceral organs, scattering all over the ground.

Fang Cheng casually discarded the two halves of the corpse into the mud, producing a muffled sound.

The whole scene was dead silent.

Everyone looked dumbfounded at the man standing in the center of the rain of blood.

Although the monster's death allowed them to save their lives.

But at this moment, not a single person dared to relax even a single fraction.

They looked at Fang Cheng's blood-stained yet expressionless face, a fear even more intense than before surging up from the bottom of their hearts.

Bare-handedly tearing a mutated monster apart alive?

Then let me ask, exactly who on earth is the real monster?!

Ma Donghe swallowed a mouthful of saliva, emboldening himself to take half a step forward, his voice dry:

"A-… A-Cheng? Are you okay?"

Fang Cheng did not turn back, merely raising his right hand to make a hush gesture.

His gaze was fixed on the two sections of Old Dog's remaining corpse on the ground.

From the flesh and blood that had been gushing with fresh blood just moments ago, countless black threads suddenly drilled out.

The black Qi, like leeches smelling the scent of blood, wriggled violently on the surface of the remains, emitting strange "jiu jiu" sounds hard for ordinary people to hear.

Fang Cheng narrowed his eyes, locking his line of sight onto those wandering black threads.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall his encounter in the "Illusion Test".

What on earth were these eerie black Qi?

Were they parasitic organisms unique to a higher-dimensional world, or some kind of energy leaked from inside the ruins?

Being able to completely destroy an adult man's gene chain within a few short minutes and mutate him into a completely mindless Vicious Beast.

This level of erosion and pollution, if spread on a large scale, would probably be an unimaginable disaster.

Just as everyone was holding their breath and concentrating.

Grey Hawk, who had fallen into the muddy ground, suddenly let out a miserable scream:

"Ah! So painful!"

He held his head with both hands, his face distorted.

His entire person rolled back and forth on the ground, shouting incoherently:

"I felt it… I felt it… The sound of electric current! There is the sound of electric current!"

Seeing this, Ma Donghe and Hou Peng hurriedly raised the weapons in their hands, stepping back a few steps vigilantly.

Everyone looked in astonishment at Grey Hawk who was acting like he had gone mad, fearing that in the next second he would also turn into a cannibalistic evil ghost like Old Dog.

Fang Cheng turned around, preparing to step forward and knock out the noisy Grey Hawk, but the corner of his eye suddenly caught a hint of anomaly.

He turned back abruptly, looking at the remaining corpse on the ground once more.

He saw that those black Qi that had originally wriggled in a scattered manner, as if pulled by some strong magnetic field, suddenly and rapidly condensed into a black sphere the size of a fist.

Swoosh—

The black sphere, like a cannonball out of the chamber, hugged the ground and fled straight toward the depths of the thick fog.

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly, golden light flashing in his pupils.

His gaze instantly pierced through the blockade of heavy mists, looking along the trajectory of the black Qi's escape.

At the end of his vision, he vaguely saw a distorted and fluctuating spatial outline, just like a mirror standing in the air.

"What is this?"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself in a low voice.

"Hoo… hoo…"

At this time, Grey Hawk's screams gradually subsided.

He panted heavily as he climbed up from the muddy ground, the pain in the depths of his eyes completely replaced by fanatical excitement.

"Right ahead! The entrance is right ahead!"

Grey Hawk tremblingly raised his hand, pointing toward a direction in the fog, his voice changing tune with excitement:

"The sound I heard in my head just now came from that direction, there is definitely no mistake!"

The direction he pointed was precisely the trajectory where that mass of black Qi had fled just now.

As he spoke, Grey Hawk turned his head, quickly ran in front of Fang Cheng, and eagerly volunteered with a flattering face:

"Big Brother, let me lead the way for you. Trust me, my intuition will definitely not be wrong. This time we will definitely be able to find the entrance to the ancient civilization ruins!"

Ma Donghe held his dagger, looking at him suspiciously:

"Didn't you say earlier that you still needed to use fresh blood to draw some summoning Formation? Now you haven't even set up the Formation Plate, and you can find it?"

Grey Hawk wiped the cold sweat from his face and let out a couple of dry, awkward chuckles:

"Plans can't keep up with changes, right. If we really couldn't find the location of the spatial rift tonight, we would have needed to use that extreme Formation."

"But so many people died just now, and even Old Dog mutated, which shows that the life energy is already sufficient, and the ruins entrance hidden nearby has been stimulated to manifest!"

Saying this, he looked at Fang Cheng with eyes full of anticipation:

"Big Brother, with the heaven-defying abilities you showed just now, plus my scouting intuition, the two of us joining forces strongly, once we enter that new world, we will definitely be able to empty out all the treasures inside."

"By then everyone will get rich together, and even if we encounter the indigenous monsters inside, in front of you they're just free dishes delivered to your doorstep!"

Fang Cheng looked at Grey Hawk's greedy face and nodded noncommittally.

Grey Hawk was instantly ecstatic, hurriedly nodding and bowing to cozy up:

"That's great! I still don't know what Big Brother's name is?"

"Just call me Brother Cheng."

Fang Cheng's tone was plain.

"Brother Cheng! From now on, you are our leading big brother!"

Grey Hawk turned his head and roared at the remaining two subordinates who had preserved their lives:

"Bobcat, Bald Rat, what are you standing there stunned for? Why aren't you hurrying up and calling Brother Cheng!"

The two subordinates clutching their injured arms walked over together tremblingly, lowering their heads and shouting in unison:

"Brother Cheng!"

"Then shall we go look for the entrance now?"

Grey Hawk rubbed his hands impatiently, turning around to plunge into the depths of the fog.

"Wait."

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over the bloody wounds on Grey Hawk's body that had been scratched open by Old Dog, and he said coldly:

"Bandage your wounds first. With so much blood flowing, don't kick the bucket halfway; I certainly don't want to drag corpses along to find the path."

Grey Hawk chuckled awkwardly, hurriedly calling Bobcat and Bald Rat to rummage through their marching packs for first-aid bandages and ointment, frantically dealing with their wounds.

Taking advantage of the gap while they were bandaging, Ma Donghe leaned close to Fang Cheng's side, lowering his rugged voice, his expression somewhat grave:

"A-Cheng, what on earth is an ancient civilization ruin? It sounds really weird, is it dangerous?"