铛——

The Han sword and the Western rapier clashed, the sword's whistle broke through the air, and the cold light shone.

The flesh and blood mycelium on both sides of the corridor, like cloth, was easily torn apart by the crisscrossing sword energy, and deep sword marks appeared even on the alloy walls.

The sound of metal clashing filled the ears, and in an instant, the two had exchanged more than a dozen blows.

"I knew you were a double-dealer!"

Li Ang roared, pulled out a steel rod, and swept it horizontally at the Black Holy Son, who was locked in a fierce battle with Wanli Fengdao.

The Twilight Knight standing next to him silently raised a knight's spear called Thunder Light Hiding Radiance with one hand.

His feet stomped heavily on the flesh and blood mycelium, and his figure rushed forward like a fully powered truck.

Zhuang Pengpai's eyes were as cold as winter. He reached out and pushed the Stonemason, who had fallen to the ground, lightly to the end of the T-shaped corridor where there was no Aberrant Progenitor. At the same time, he threw a vial of miniature life potion into the Stonemason's arms.

He then stomped hard on the ground, his figure darting forward like a cannonball, arriving first and blocking in front of the Black Holy Son.

Facing the steel rod and spear, Bishop昙花 (Tanhua) Zhuang Pengpai remained calm in the face of danger. The skin on his back twisted and wriggled.

After a very brief delay, two bloody, thick arms tore through the skin from below his shoulder blades and grew out, piercing through the thin hazmat suit.

"You're like Machamp from Pokémon!"

Li Ang exclaimed and increased the force of his swing again. However, Zhuang Pengpai's four arms shook.

His two left hands grabbed the steel rod swept by Li Ang, and his two right hands grabbed the spear tip stabbed by the Twilight Knight, seemingly slowly but actually quickly.

While slightly hindering the Twilight Knight's forward momentum, Zhuang Pengpai swung his iron fist like a siege hammer, punching the long spear shaft.

"Dong!"

A slight dent appeared in the spear shaft, but at the same time, the thunder pythons and electric snakes swimming around the spear also shocked Zhuang Pengpai's palm until it was torn and bloody.

Even so, Zhuang Pengpai still did not let go, but instead revealed a brutal and ferocious smile.

He released the steel rod and forced Li Ang back with dual hand blades burning with azure flames.

His left hand grabbed the long spear and yanked it towards himself, while his blue-flamed right fist slammed towards the Twilight Knight like a siege ram.

The latter's spear was restrained, but he did not retreat but advanced, and with the firewood ashes scattered from his body, he threw a punch and exchanged blows with Zhuang Pengpai.

Explosive flames bloomed in the narrow corridor, burning the mycelium on the ground into dim ashes.

Zhuang Pengpai's right arm was already fractured and bent, and the everted radius even pierced through the skin, exposing it to the air.

Fresh blood dripped down his fingertips, splashing on the dark, muddy floor.

He stared at the Twilight Knight, whose arm was also fractured, and was about to rush forward again.

Then he saw two octopus tentacles as thick as buckets, with an agility that completely belied their clumsy appearance, shooting out and crossing the corner of the T-shaped corridor, rushing towards Zhuang Pengpai and the Stonemason, who had just finished drinking the miniature life potion and was about to stand up.

The tentacles, like pythons, fiercely and violently wrapped around the Stonemason and Zhuang Pengpai, and strangled them!

Crack, crack.

The sound of ribs breaking was endless. Zhuang Pengpai only felt his eyes go dark, and he couldn't exert any strength at all. He could only watch helplessly as he and the Stonemason were dragged back by the tentacles.

"No!"

The Black Holy Son's eyes were bloodshot. If both of his teammates died here, then he would have to complete the two tasks of killing the Aberrant Progenitor and destroying the biological template.

At the same time, he had to eliminate one of the three enemies under their combined attack.

Only then could he earn three points.

The probability of success was extremely small.

The only way out was to save his two teammates before they were eaten by the Aberrant Progenitor.

At the cost of being severely cut on the shoulder, the Black Holy Son swept back Wanli Fengdao.

Then, he feinted a stab and pried open the long spear that the Twilight Knight had stabbed at him.

His figure flickered erratically, and he had already flashed to the middle of the corridor in front of the Aberrant Progenitor. The rapier in his hand slashed towards the tentacles in mid-air.

The Black Holy Son, whose original name was Choi Jae-seok, had an extremely powerful family in Korea with a deeply rooted network of relationships.

Korean nobles are far more unscrupulous than dignitaries in other parts of the world.

With the help of his family's power, Choi Jae-seok never had to worry about the scarcity of equipment or skills like lone wolf players.

The attack skill was activated instantly, and the rapier spread out a long sword energy, cutting apart the tentacles of the Aberrant Progenitor and a small section of the corridor wall.

Two broken tentacles, along with the Stonemason and Zhuang Pengpai, fell to the ground.

The foolish and low-intelligence Aberrant Progenitor froze for a moment, seemingly surprised as to why it could not feel the two tentacles that had been extended.

While the Aberrant Progenitor's brain was still thinking, its body obeyed its instincts, and dozens of tentacles shot out, pouncing towards the front of the corridor.

The three players each took out a vial of miniature life potion and drank it.

The Stonemason reversed his grip on the utility knife, activated his skill, and caused countless narrow iron sheets like utility knives to extend from both sides of the corridor, crisscrossing each other to weave a dense fishing net.

Zhuang Pengpai stretched out his four arms and slapped them hard in front of his chest, creating three basketball-sized, scorching fireballs out of thin air, which shot towards the front of the corridor in a triangular formation.

The Black Holy Son then swung his rapier horizontally, unleashing a round of crescent moon-like sword energy blades towards the Aberrant Progenitor.

The three used their respective methods in an attempt to block the countless tentacles that almost filled the corridor.

They did succeed.

The tentacles were torn apart by the indestructible iron sheet fishing net, scorched and roasted by the scorching fireballs, and cut in half by the sword energy blades.

The Aberrant Progenitor's remnants fell to the ground, but the monster simply shook its body, and the mycelium in the corridor behind it grew hundreds of arm-thick pipes.

Like needles, they pierced into the gaps in the Aberrant Progenitor's back armor.

The mycelium and the Aberrant Progenitor were originally two sides of the same creation. After receiving the flesh and blood support from the mycelium, the Aberrant Progenitor's tentacles began to proliferate at high speed.

Its growth rate was several times faster than the rate of attrition!

In despair, the torrent of tentacles swallowed the three players and, with undiminished momentum, attacked Li Ang and the others.

The Aberrant Progenitor's hunting method was not to immediately kill the prey and devour its flesh and bones, but to swallow it into its belly and slowly digest it with the flesh and blood mycelium in its stomach.

This hunting method not only prevented the Stonemason and the others from dying on the spot but also put Li Ang and the others in a desperate situation.

They could no longer earn enough mission points by directly killing the other players.

Now, they either had to resist stubbornly and fight the Aberrant Progenitor to the death, to see if they could kill it, or find an opportunity to destroy the biological template on its back.

Or they could retreat while fighting, waiting for the death messages to come from the Stonemason and the others who had been submerged by the tentacles....

In the blink of an eye, the sky full of tentacles had rushed to Li Ang, and the bursts of fishy wind, carrying brutal killing intent, swept towards him.