Chapter 300: Mutants Are Harder to Deal With

"It seems you are in quite a decent mood today, actually refraining from scolding me!"

Sun Yang let out a sigh of relief, leaning back against his chair: "But seriously, this place feels even more eerie than the last few times. If the Zerg truly possess a commanding unit, what we encounter might be far more complex than just ordinary bugs!"

"What if they are mutants?"

Shen Qiuyue spoke suddenly, her tone calm and collected: "According to intelligence, the Zerg here may have already adapted to our existing weaponry, their mutations—"

Perhaps these twelve men had never in their lives witnessed such formidable concealed weapons, nor had they ever seen so many at once. Yet, when they truly beheld them, not a single soul could utter a word of critique, for they no longer possessed the capacity for speech. They lay upon the ground, much like Yan Xuehun and Jiang Fengyu.

Zong Sheng returned, and he came back empty-handed. Through the French windows with their curtains drawn back, one could see the edge of the backyard path outside, where Zong Sheng had scattered already-peeled hard-boiled eggs and lit three sticks of yin incense in that remote corner.

The zombie failed to emit even a single sound before its upper torso instantly detonated into a pulverized mess. Greenish-clear blood splattered across the floor, and the ceramic tiles emitted a harsh, corroding hiss.

"Do you truly believe I would give up just like this? How utterly naive you are." Fairy Ninghua suddenly offered a bizarre smile, her hands channeling immortal energy as she swiftly vanished into the vastness of the grand palace.

"This lad's innate talent is exceedingly poor, yet he inexplicably bears a mutated immortal root! Furthermore, his magical power is profound, far surpassing cultivators of the same rank, and there is a very powerful fluctuation of spiritual energy about him. I suspect this person carries a pseudo-divine weapon upon his person!" Fairy Xunyun reflected for a moment, speaking in a measured, slow cadence.

"For you, I have but a single line: I care not what you were like before, but now that you have entered Lingyu Academy, you must abide by the rules of this place," Kelly said.

"You will naturally understand all of this once you have met His Highness." The coachman's lips curled into a sinister, shadowy smile, rendering his face all the more terrifying.

Evidently, the White-Browed Venerable One had already taken action today, had already offended Lord Shi, and had no intention of letting these people go! Taking them back to keep on his White Brow Island as guards would not be a bad alternative! Following his words, the massive black axe in his hand began to expand, and a white, misty current flared, the grim chill emanating from it freezing person to the bone and marrow.

However, the effect of these flying swords was truly negligible; every single strike was deflected and absorbed by the demonic armor worn by the ghoul.

"No, Director, I believe Shofei-kun's premonition this time is highly likely to become reality. Because the last time he harbored such a premonition, a problem truly arose. Therefore, it is better to believe it exists than to doubt it; the safety of the Antelope and the people inside is of paramount importance," Hibiki Kohji said with absolute, unyielding resolve.

He truly thought this way, and his subordinates, along with the other bandits, all shared the sentiment. They had been utterly dazed and broken by Kuang Qie's sudden ambush; had they been upon open plains, even if surrounded, they would not have been so entirely devoid of the power to resist.

"Let us go, we shall speak outside." Yu Mu furrowed his brow slightly, then cast a glance toward the high platform, speaking as he let out a yawn.

"Dammit, this is my own body, I refuse to believe I cannot master it." Zhou San's consciousness sank into his Dantian, glaring fiercely at the spiritual energy gathered within it.

Only then did everyone understand that upon reaching this high platform, a human ceased to be a human, and became nothing more than an auction lot.

The abrupt action gave Yuan Xi a tremendous fright; standing to one side, completely at a loss, they felt their scalp tingle with a wave of numbness.

"Many thanks to you, Old Master, for saving my life." Buddha Seven once more shouted his gratitude to the Old Ghost, his voice this time overflowing with profound appreciation.

As for Elsa, she sat squarely in the grandest, primary seat, silently flipping through several forms in her hands with a solemn expression.

Xiao Geyan was different; he was like a shimmering, deep pool, appearing tranquil and low-profile, yet making it impossible for one to see the bottom, carrying an aura of unfathomable depth.

Yet I had not expected that I was still far too green; Zhao Yu's subsequent words completely overturned my entire worldview.