Fantasy Game: Infinite City

He could even hear the soldiers' hearts pounding with tension, smell the faint blue scent emanating from the energy shields on their combat uniforms, and see the fear and astonishment in their eyes. The wounds left by the energy blasts on his body continued to widen, charred tissue constantly peeling away, but his body's regenerative abilities were also operating at full speed. New super cells were frantically consuming his energy, sprouting from the edges of the wounds. Although the repair speed was far slower than the rate at which he was injured, it allowed him to barely maintain his charging posture, and for Han Zu, who was currently extremely excited, that was enough.

Three meters away from the soldier, Han Zu suddenly bent his legs, his body leaping up like a compressed spring, tracing a graceful arc in the air. His fist, enveloped in flames and crackling with thunder, slammed into his opponent. The air around his fist was compressed, forming an invisible shockwave that made the soldier's combat uniform flutter loudly. The soldier, recovering from his shock, hurriedly pressed the shield button on his uniform. A pale blue energy shield instantly deployed, its surface crackling with tiny blue arcs of electricity and emitting a low, buzzing sound.

The moment the shield deployed, Han Zu's fist slammed down. With a crisp "crack," the pale blue shield shattered like paper, its energy fragments flickering in the air before dissipating. The soldier's astonishment turned to fear; he tried to retreat, but Han Zu's fist struck his chest without resistance.

"Pfft!"

The crisp sound of bones shattering rang out along with the soldier's spurting blood. His sternum had been broken by a single punch, the broken bone piercing through the skin to reveal white bone fragments, with dark red muscle tissue and blood vessels clinging to them. It seemed these elite soldiers of the Ferdinand family had undergone some kind of enhancement, which was why they weren't instantly reduced to a bloody mist by Han Zu.

The soldier's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, spraying a long trail of blood through the air before slamming into the nerve canal behind him. The canal ruptured, creating a hole half a meter in diameter. The nerves and blood vessels within instantly severed, and pink liquid gushed out like a waterfall, completely soaking the soldier's corpse. The soldier's body convulsed a few times in the liquid, then remained still, his eyes wide open, a look of terror still lingering on his face. After the canal ruptured, the surrounding walls of flesh and blood began to tremble violently, the cracks widening as more viscous fluid seeped from them, dripping onto the ground with a "drip-drip" sound.

Han Zu landed on the ground, his weight creating a massive crater in the flesh beneath his feet. The flesh and tissue within were crushed by his weight, pink liquid and dark red blood mingling and overflowing from the crater. His body swayed slightly from the attack, the wound on his chest reopening, the charred marks on the surface of his fake heart becoming more pronounced, each beat sending waves of excruciating pain through him. His abdominal wound continued to bleed, intestinal fluid mixing with blood to form a viscous pool beneath his body. He panted heavily, yet an excited smile remained on his lips. His left arm hung limply, the tendons in his forearm severed and unable to heal in time, but he seemed unconcerned, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding soldiers, his eyes filled with murderous intent and excitement.

Han Zu took a deep breath, pressing his left hand firmly against the wound in his abdomen to try to stop the loss of intestinal fluid and blood, while his right hand reached for the armor-piercing bullet in his thigh. His fingers gripped the tail of the bullet, and with a sudden burst of strength, he pulled the bullet out of the muscle.

"puff!"

The moment the bullet was pulled out, a spurt of blood gushed out, splashing onto his face, still warm to the touch. The bullet's surface was covered in dark red blood and grayish-white tissue—fragments of bone corroded by the armor-piercing agent. He casually tossed the bullet to the ground; it landed in the pool of blood with a "clink," creating ripples in the blood.

At the wound on his thigh, the muscle tissue had been corroded beyond recognition by the drug. The once bright red muscle had turned into a dark purple paste, and the grayish-white rust on the bone surface was more pronounced. Every movement sent waves of pain through his bones. Blood continued to gush from the wound, and his body's repair energy surged frantically towards it. New supercells began to form muscle fibers, but as soon as they came into contact with the residual drug, they were corroded and died, halting the wound's repair. Energy continued to be consumed, but Han Zu's condition showed no improvement whatsoever.

Just then, three soldiers seized the opportunity to surround Han Zu from the side. The fleshy ground beneath their feet creaked under their feet, and their energy weapons were aimed at Han Zu's joints. The soldier on the left held an energy pistol, the muzzle pointed at Han Zu's left knee joint, the barrel glowing blue as energy rapidly gathered inside. The soldier on the right held an energy dagger, its blade flashing blue, and he nimbly circled behind Han Zu, attempting to attack his right elbow joint. The soldier in the middle held an energy rifle, the muzzle pointed at Han Zu's left shoulder, ready to fire as support.

Han Zu whirled around, his right leg sweeping out in flames. The flames enveloped his leg, temporarily covering the wound on his thigh, and the intense heat instantly froze the blood. The soldier on the left couldn't react in time and was kicked in the waist by Han Zu's ankle. With a "crack," several of the soldier's ribs broke, the broken bones piercing through the skin, revealing white bone fragments. The soldier spat out a mouthful of blood, his body flying out in a bizarre contortion, crashing into a nearby wall of flesh and blood.

"boom!"

The wall shook slightly upon impact, emitting a faint light, and bounced the soldier's body away. The soldier landed in a pool of blood on the ground, his body twitching a few times before falling still, his eyes wide open, a look of pain lingering on his face.

As the soldier slammed into the wall, a small crack appeared on the damaged surface, from which a small amount of black liquid seeped out. The liquid dripped onto the ground, mixing with dark red blood and making a sizzling sound. The surrounding flesh and tissue, struck by the soldier's body, formed a large crater. Nerve fibers and blood vessels within the crater were severed, and pink liquid and dark red blood continued to gush from the crater, flowing down the still-unrepaired and temporarily untouchable cracks in the wall.

The other two soldiers seized the opportunity to launch an attack. The soldier on the right wielded an energy dagger and stabbed at Han Zu's right elbow joint. The dagger, glowing with blue light, sliced ​​through the air and struck Han Zu's joint.

"Hey!"

The energy dagger pierced through the skin and muscle, severing the tendon at the joint. The tendon was charred black by the energy, and blue smoke rose from the cut. Han Zu instantly lost control of his right elbow joint, his arm hanging limply. The dagger remained embedded in the joint, the blue energy continuously corroding the surrounding tissue, causing the wound to grow larger and larger.

The soldier on the left pulled the trigger of his energy rifle, and an energy bullet struck Han Zu's left knee joint. The energy instantly penetrated the joint, completely burning away the flesh and tissue there. Han Zu's knee buckled, and he knelt on one knee, his left knee slamming heavily into the ground, creating a deep crater where the flesh and tissue were pulverized. Blood continued to seep from the wound in his left knee joint, forming a pale red puddle on the ground, accompanied by excruciating pain.

Han Zu braced himself against the ground with his left hand, the fiery energy in his palm scorching the flesh and burning a small hole in the ground. His gaze was fixed on the soldier in front of him, his killing intent intensifying. The soldier, holding his energy rifle, was about to pull the trigger again, a smug smile on his face. Suddenly, Han Zu exerted force, his right hand darting towards the soldier's rifle barrel. The instant his fingers gripped the barrel, fiery energy surged into it, instantly igniting the energy within.

"boom!"

The gun barrel exploded, sending shrapnel flying that cut the soldier's cheek, leaving a deep gash. Blood gushed out instantly and streamed down his face.

The soldier frantically tried to pull back his weapon, only to find the barrel as if welded to Han Zu's hand, completely immovable. Han Zu twisted his wrist sharply, and with a "crack," the barrel snapped in two, smoke rising from the break, revealing charred internal parts. He aimed the broken end at the soldier's throat and plunged it in.

"Pfft!"

The wound pierced the soldier's throat, completely severing the trachea and blood vessels. Red blood gushed out from the wound, splattering all over Han Zu's face. The soldier's eyes were wide open, his mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but he couldn't make a sound. His body went limp to the ground, twitched a few times, and then stopped moving.

Han Zu pulled out the severed hilt, from which the soldier's trachea and blood vessels clung. He casually tossed the hilt to the ground and turned his gaze to the soldier behind him. The soldier, preparing to draw his energy dagger and attack again, saw Han Zu looking at him and his face contorted with fear. He turned to flee. Han Zu suddenly exerted his strength, bracing himself on one knee, and kicked the soldier in the back with his right leg, which cracked with flames. The soldier was struck in the back and lurched forward, crashing into a nerve tube beside him. The tube shook, causing blood vessels on its surface to rupture, and pink liquid spurted out, soaking the soldier's body. The soldier's back bones were broken, the broken bone piercing through the skin, exposing white bone fragments. He lay on the ground, vomiting blood, his body convulsing, and soon stopped breathing.

Han Zu lost his balance again and crashed heavily to the ground. The wound on his left knee reopened, and blood gushed out, staining the ground crimson. He gasped for breath, each wound oozing blood, his strength rapidly draining away, but the excitement in his eyes remained undiminished, growing even stronger. He could feel his life slipping away, but this near-death experience only heightened his awareness, and his internal energy surged, preparing him for the next attack.

At this moment, at the edge of the battlefield, two soldiers wielding bone containers charged forward. Their steps were steady, each step leaving clear footprints in the pool of blood on the ground. The bone containers were carved from the bones of an unknown animal, their surfaces engraved with complex runes that shimmered with a dark red light. The dark red liquid inside the containers churned continuously, a layer of black mist floating on its surface. The two soldiers tilted the containers, and the dark red liquid flowed down the edges, evaporating into the air and leaving behind wisps of black mist. The mist was highly corrosive, polluting the surrounding air and emitting a pungent odor.

The liquid fell to the ground, forming two eerie dark red trails. Wherever the trails passed, the flesh and blood began to bubble and corrode, emitting a sizzling sound. The flesh and blood tissue on the ground were corroded into a black paste by the liquid, with black bubbles rising from the paste. When the bubbles burst, they released an even stronger, more pungent stench. The nerve fibers and blood vessels on both sides of the trails were completely corroded away by the liquid, exposing the grayish-white bones beneath. Under the corrosive influence of the liquid, the bones developed countless tiny holes on their surface, becoming brittle and fragile.

Black mist spread out, enveloping an area of ​​five meters around it. Upon contact with the nearby nerve conduits, the blood vessels on the surface of the conduits were instantly corroded and ruptured, gushing out pink liquid. This liquid mixed with the black mist, forming a viscous purple liquid. The liquid dripped onto the ground, corroding deeper black holes. The walls of the conduits were also corroded by the mist, developing fine cracks that continued to widen, threatening to cause the conduits to burst at any moment.

As the mist drifted towards Han Zu, his exposed skin immediately felt an intense burning sensation upon contact. His skin rapidly swelled, ulcerated, and the ulcerated tissue turned into a black paste, peeling away to reveal the bright red muscle beneath. The muscle, upon contact with the mist, also began to corrode, turning from bright red to dark purple, and finally becoming a paste. Han Zu hastily retreated, his chest expanding violently as his violent energy surged forth, forming a fiery barrier around his body to keep the mist out. Flames, even blacker than the mist itself, danced on the surface of the barrier. The flames hissed as they touched the mist, burning it away completely, leaving only wisps of black residue.

However, the flame barrier was also thinning under the corrosive influence of the mist. The flames on the barrier's surface gradually weakened, and in some areas, the flames were extinguished by the mist, leaving behind rings of black marks. Han Zu could feel the energy of the flames being rapidly depleted, and his energy reserves were also constantly decreasing. But he could not remove the flame barrier at this moment. Once he lost the protection of the barrier, his body would be completely corroded away by the mist.

Seeing Han Zu trapped by the fog, the two soldiers grinned smugly. They sped up the pouring of the liquid, even resorting to splashing it. More dark red liquid flowed down, creating wider trails on the ground. The black fog thickened, continuously compressing Han Zu's space. The surrounding fleshy walls were corroded by the fog, developing huge cracks. Flesh and tissue peeled away, revealing the underlying bone structure. The environment in the core area became even more chaotic and dangerous.

Two middle-aged men, the leaders, stood beside the extraction device, coldly observing the situation on the battlefield. The extraction device was constructed of metal and crystals, its surface covered with buttons and displays showing complex data. A transparent tube at the top of the device connected to a central crystal, with a red glow trail remaining on the tube. Next to the extraction device were several small generators and energy storage tanks, their indicator lights showing green, indicating that the energy storage was full.