Chapter 206: Tug-of-War
"You few managed to hold out for three years, far exceeding my expectations, Sarcasky. What a pity, you still lost." Deep within the wilds of Northern Siberia, a fluid-like substance muttered to itself.
"Still, if it hadn't been for that existence passing by two years ago, causing my efforts to fall short, how could it have taken me so long to refine you all...?"
"You can't exterminate humanity..." Three faint voices echoed from within it.
"If an existence like the one that passed by two years ago were still here, then naturally it would be impossible. But the eyes from across this entire planet tell me there are none left; this planet no longer has any beings capable of stopping me."
"Eyes? You're not even sparing these descendants?!" The faint voices grew even hoarser.
"Those are your descendants. What concern are they of mine? To me, they are nothing but food."
"Haven't you understood yet? You and I are fundamentally not the same species. The cultivation technique you three found in the ruins was merely a food processing method I deliberately released." Confident in its victory, it no longer bothered to conceal these secrets.
"We humans will not lose... Bang! Bang! Bang!" Three faint explosions echoed from within its body. Knowing full well their defeat was inevitable, the three resolutely chose to self-detonate to prevent themselves from aiding the enemy.
"A meaningless act." Sarcasky showed no concern for their self-detonations, for it had already devoured over ninety-five percent of their existence.
"The First Generation has finally succeeded!"
"Our ancestors have at last taken that step."
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"Finally, no more hiding!"
Many of the Blood Clan stationed at their headquarters deep within the snow-covered wilds felt genuine excitement upon sensing the intense fluctuations emanating from the cultivation retreat of the three.
For centuries, plagued by a disadvantage in martial might, as long-lived beings, they could only constantly relocate to avoid the suspicions of those in power. Confined to living behind the scenes of world history, the Blood Clan cheered for finally ushering in their spring.
Their overly long lifespans, coupled with centuries of indoctrination, had caused most of them to completely forget that they were originally nothing more than ordinary humans.
"Is everyone here?" Sarcasky soon arrived at the Blood Clan headquarters, asking the assembled welcoming party.
"Mr. Longli, most of us are waiting for you here. But where are Mr. Butler and Mr. Pass? Where have they gone?" A Second Generation Blood Clan member, familiar with the three, uncomprehendingly asked Sarcasky, who had transformed into the appearance of one of them.
He found it somewhat strange that only one of the three, who had always shared an excellent relationship, had appeared.
"They... won't be coming again," Sarcasky said faintly.
The questioning Blood Clan member keenly sensed that something was amiss with the other party's words, but it was already too late. A gaping hole suddenly opened in the chest of "Longli," whom Sarcasky was impersonating, and an extremely powerful suction force emerged from within, instantly devouring him.
"You're not the First Generation's Longli!" The remaining Blood Clan members immediately reacted, preparing to launch an attack against it.
"Mere food, yet you think to resist?" The enormous gravitational pull emanating from the black hole left the Blood Clan present with virtually no power to resist.
Especially after their rapid advancements in recent years, most of the Blood Clan had already completed the liquefaction of their entire bodies, which at this very moment became their death warrant.
"It was originally a cooking and processing method for food. The deeper you cultivated it, the faster you died, and of course, the more pleasurable it was for me to consume." Under the absolute suppression of their hierarchical difference, the vampires at the Blood Clan headquarters quickly became part of Sarcasky, not one left behind.
"Elemental Summoning!" After devouring its reserves in Siberia, it grew even more powerful, beginning to summon and draw in all the remaining Blood Clan members on the planet.
"Rumble..." On the second floor of the underground laboratory, Bai Mo, who was integrating the contents of the Thousand Souls Sutra, suddenly felt violent tremors coming from the floor above.
"Ah! Save me!"
"Help!"
Sweeping with his divine sense, he found that the vampires in the prison on the first underground floor—both those being cultivated and the three who served as their instructors—were all struggling desperately, their bodies twisting and deforming, as if something wanted to burst forth from within.
"What's going on?" Bai Mo instantly appeared on the first underground floor.
"Body... something... wants to come out..." Mary barely managed to struggle out a complete sentence.
"Everyone, drop your Life Field defenses." Although he didn't know exactly what was happening, he still decided to forcefully suppress it first.
"Bang! Bang!" No sooner had he spoken than two individuals self-detonated. The liquefied parts within their bodies detached and seeped out at a terrifying speed through the only tiny crevices in the prison.
Seeing this, Bai Mo had no choice but to split off a psionic avatar, tracking the movements of the escapees all the way, while using his psychokinesis to restrain the constantly rioting bodies of those present.
At the same time, multiple such cases occurred in several cities within Huaxia, mostly involving officials who, in their pursuit of power, had secretly acquired the Immortal Body Scripture—a cultivation method Bai Mo did not recommend—through their connections and practiced it in private.
Even with the psychokinetic blockade, these parts instinctively trembled violently under the summoning force.
"The problem Ougao Lasi sensed back then must be what has erupted today," he quickly recalled the events of that time.
"Oh? Someone to the south is forcibly resisting my summoning?" Sarcasky immediately reacted as well, then increased the output of its attractive force.
To counter the increasingly powerful attractive force, Bai Mo, on his end, simply activated the psionic network system deployed in the experimental field, magnifying his psychokinesis by another five times to continue this cross-dimensional tug-of-war with the opponent.
However, even as the two continued their fierce contest, the vampires, acting as the rope, gradually began to give way. The constant tug-of-war from both inside and outside their bodies incessantly drained their life force; no matter how strong their regenerative abilities, they were meaningless at this moment.
"The other party has an array. There's no need to waste power summoning anymore." Sarcasky, relying on its "eyes" within the other vampires, quickly discovered this fact and decided to temporarily halt its attractive force in that direction.
"Hoo..." The survivors, having escaped disaster, collapsed onto the ground one after another. In the recent tug-of-war, they were the most injured; the severe depletion of their life force had left everyone considerably gaunt.
Bai Mo's avatar continued to pursue the two rapidly fleeing masses of liquid gold. Although he had many opportunities to stop them, he chose not to act in order to find the mastermind.
The sudden deaths of over twenty officials, whose demise was caused by inexplicable self-detonations originating from within their bodies—some were in their offices, others in meetings—such bizarre circumstances naturally immediately attracted the high attention of relevant departments.
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