"..."

Gongyang Han took a deep breath, his hands converging in front of him, his fingers interlaced to form a complex hand seal.

His whole body trembled slightly, as if enduring tremendous pressure.

As Gongyang Han trembled, the eerie phantom behind him slowly raised its right hand, bit by bit preparing to throw the short spear.

An inexplicable pressure descended upon this section of the tunnel, and even the dust floating in the air was forcibly suppressed.

The human-faced centipede, preoccupied with its crawling, focused its glowing eyes on the small figure in front of it.

As if sensing danger, it opened the drill bit in its mouth and took a deep breath.

The amount of gas inhaled in this breath was enormous.

Dust flew, gravel rose, all drawn into the centipede's mouthparts.

The human-faced centipede's already clumsy abdomen became even larger after inhaling the gas.

Pale white flesh overflowed from the gaps in its black carapace.

Then, the human-faced centipede opened its mouth.

The White Lotus Sect members at the end of the tunnel were still immersed in the oxygen deprivation caused by the air being sucked away.

Their dim eyes saw the centipede open its mouthparts, and they instantly understood what it was about to do.

They frantically grabbed the edges of the tunnel, crawling low to the ground.

A gale comparable to a hurricane surged from the human-faced centipede's mouthparts.

The sand and gravel mixed in the wind were far more deadly than so-called iron sand hidden weapons.

The two White Lotus Sect members at the very front didn't even manage a groan before they were pierced by the sand, their skin and bones ground to pieces, and they lost their lives.

"Protect the young master!"

The white-browed elder shouted hoarsely, his eyes narrowed, blocking Gongyang Han.

The other White Lotus Sect members, hearing the call, disregarded their own lives and barely managed to get up.

Some held shields to block the gravel,

Others released spells to slow the wind,

Still others used their flesh and blood to form a human wall, fearlessly protecting Gongyang Han.

"I'll form the head!"

Song Jie shouted and leaped from the ground, landing on top of the White Lotus Sect members.

One hand propped up his head, the other on his hip, he struck the pose of a reclining Sleeping Arhat,

His concave back of the head just happened to be in front of Gongyang Han's face, feeding him a mouthful of dandruff.

However, Gongyang Han was not appreciative.

"Get out of my way!"

Gongyang Han's temples throbbed, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was contorted, completely lacking his usual feminine and handsome demeanor.

The White Lotus Sect members blocking him were instantly struck by an invisible force, flying left and right, clearing the space.

Crack, crack—

The human-faced centipede rushed forward, its narrow, razor-sharp feet piercing deep holes in the ground.

Three sets of drill bits spun wildly, leaving no doubt that even fine iron bedrock could be crushed into渣.

"Die!"

Gongyang Han roared, his palm clenching in the air, and he swung it violently towards the human-faced centipede.

The eerie projection behind him mimicked his actions, smiling as it threw the short spear.

The phantom blade of the spear rapidly skimmed across the ground, silently sinking into the human-faced centipede's head.

There was no explosion, no rumbling, no sound or light effects.

The human-faced centipede continued to move its feet and run wildly, but its speed suddenly slowed in mid-stride.

Its original rock-solid carapace became soft and fragile, cracking and breaking apart.

It couldn't even support the centipede's own weight, causing the pale white flesh of its abdomen to sag, scraping across the ground, skin torn and flesh ripped.

Tss—

Streams of yellowish-green pus gushed out from the cracks in the human-faced centipede's carapace, splattering on the ground.

The soil that the blood touched immediately emitted a thin mist, corroding and melting, becoming a pool of black, viscous sludge.

The centipede, devoid of pain, crawled on its own.

But as its body corroded and disintegrated from the inside out, pairs of feet went limp.

The entire insect body, as if it were slipping, stumbled and struggled in place, making it difficult to move forward.

Finally, the human-faced centipede fell to the ground, its head tilted to one side, its huge insect body submerged in bubbling green water.

"Save... me..."

With that last cry, the glowing orbs in the human-faced centipede's eye sockets slowly extinguished.

"Huff, huff."

The tunnel echoed with Gongyang Han's exhausted, rapid breathing.

He struggled to straighten his knees, stood up straight, and the phantom behind him slowly dissipated.

He never expected that his father, Protector Guangmu, had given him this most important life-saving measure.

It wasn't used on the Western Bureau of Investigation or the Martial Virtue Guard.

Instead, it would be used on a strange centipede in a bizarre tunnel.

Wait...

Gongyang Han seemed to have noticed something. Ignoring his subordinates' attempts to stop him, he quickly walked forward.

He stopped in front of the corrosive green water and threw several perfectly round iron balls into the cracks in the centipede's carapace.

Boom—

The iron ball hidden weapon known as the Palm Thunder exploded, shaking the tunnel.

The centipede's corpse swayed for a moment but remained still, showing no signs of life.

It should be completely dead.

Gongyang Han, having completed the finishing blow, breathed a sigh of relief.

A centipede with a hundred legs is stiff even in death.

The first lesson his father, Protector Guangmu, taught him was that no matter what shape a corpse was in, you had to make sure the other person was completely dead.

"..."

Gongyang Han narrowed his eyes, carefully examining the face of the giant centipede.

This... seems to be Zhang Shaonian's face?

The white-browed elder quickly walked up, stood shoulder to shoulder with Gongyang Han, observed for a moment, and then asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what's wrong?"

Gongyang Han silently shook his head, did not answer, turned to look at the White Lotus Sect members in the tunnel, and asked, "Come over and take a look, does anyone recognize this centipede's face?"

The White Lotus Sect members walked forward one after another, formed a circle, and began to observe.