Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

The biggest advantage of Type 4 drugs is that they greatly enhance aberrations after injection, even achieving feats that span four levels.

But this is also its most fatal flaw.

Countless people died during the initial surge of supernatural abilities, blasted to pieces by their own power.

Ling was the only successful test subject, but she was not the only one who passed the first hurdle.

After enduring the initial pain and torment, the experimental subjects' ability intensity will increase at a slower rate, becoming a slow, cumulative increase over time.

However, when they use their own power, the drug's effects are activated, and the amplification of their superpowers accelerates again.

The longer and more frequently one uses their special abilities, the faster the amplification rate becomes, until the body loses control and the power goes berserk. Only diluting agents and death can stop them.

Even so, every time they use their powers, they lose lifespan. No matter how much diluent they use, it only delays their death.

But this shouldn't happen to Ling.

Because her experiment was successful.

The power boost that caused her to go berserk and shorten her lifespan shouldn't have happened to her.

Something changed her body.

Miao Yin leaned close to Ling Xiang.

—Is it snake venom?

A mutant is a mutant; even if it can communicate with humans, it cannot change its most fundamental nature.

In the apocalypse, anything can happen. Bai Suzhen's poison has already seeped into her blood, damaging her immune system. Naturally, it may also mutate with the Type 4 drug, affecting Ling.

Coupled with the high intensity of using supernatural abilities, this is probably the reason for Ling's sudden side effects.

Fortunately, she took all the medicine with her before destroying the laboratory, and the dilution of the medicine successfully stopped the side effects.

Ling's body temperature began to drop, gradually returning to normal. Miao Yin held her, clearly feeling each beat of her heart.

“The medicine can stop your side effects, but the power that has already increased won’t disappear. It’s accumulated excessively in your body, and if it’s not released, it will overwhelm you,” Miao Yin said.

"...I can't control it."

Ling's energy pool was surging like a tidal wave, the overflowing plant-based power almost crushing her.

All the thorns withered and died in the same spot after the side effects subsided.

A lone white moth landed on a withered vine, its sharp nails rubbing against it, its pure white pupils opening and closing.

Miao Yin released her hand from her forehead, gently wiping away the single tear of blood that had fallen from her eye, her voice soft and tender—

"Then I'll use my power."

The fire will not sting the thorns.

Black and white hair intertwined, and where their skin touched, an invisible force was transmitted, and their souls emitted a crisp, shattering sound like a teacup breaking.

Ling opened her eyes wide, feeling a power that didn't belong to her forcefully surge into her body, domineeringly and arrogantly taking over ownership.

The crimson ocean swallowed the snow-capped mountains. In the spiritual world, a door was opened in the pool of supernatural abilities, and the crimson water, carrying the snow, rushed out of the forbidden area!

Thorns burning with black flames pierced the night, illuminating all the devastation. They grew endlessly, piercing the earth and rocks, their scorching heat scalding the air.

Miao Yin manipulated her supernatural power, and countless black fire thorns danced wildly in the air, corroding every inch of land and tree they passed through.

Wildly growing thorns met on the horizon, their sharper spikes blocking all escape routes. From afar, it looked as if hell had turned upside down, and the cages that imprisoned the dead had come to earth, reflected in Roland's purple pupils.

—The experiment to fuse different abilities was a success.

The overflowing power was released on a large scale, finally saving her precarious energy pool. Ling seemed to have broken some kind of seal, and the world before her eyes became incredibly clear at this moment.

Even a speck of dust seemed to drift down incredibly slowly in her vision.

She regained control of her body.

Ling Weiwei turned her head, wanting to ask Miao Yin why she knew these things, but she was stopped.

"Focus," Miao Yin said.

Ling pursed her lips. Yes, now is not the time to talk about these things.

The thorny cage that sealed everything off brought a great sense of oppression, and the lone white moth became somewhat agitated. It stood up and looked at him with hostility.

After its cocoon-like shell broke, its body transformed into a human form, and when it stood up, it was even taller than Tu Hao.

“Although the process is a bit painful, you are now an S-class ability user. Keep it trapped, and leave the rest to my Blood Guanyin.” Miao Yin took her hand, their fingers intertwined.

Ling Weiwei looked up and said, "Ayin, I always feel that you are better at using this power than I am."

Whether it's controlling the two superpowers after fusion or manipulating thorns to form a cage, she is far more familiar with it than she is.

"Hmm?" Miao Yin uttered a questioning syllable, signaling her to continue.

"So, would you like to... turn me into a medium?"

They disregarded her as the master of her superpowers, treating her merely as a storage depot for weapons, and using her power for their own purposes.

Miao Yin glanced at her with interest and said, "I am indeed better than you, but I am not the master of the Snow Thorn after all, and I cannot see its limits. I cannot guarantee that I will not drain you dry."

"Come on," Ling said softly. "I trust you."

The intense heat once again took over her body, and an aura that didn't belong to her permeated everything until even her heartbeat became deafening, and her powers went out of control.

Ling gritted her teeth, forcing herself to relax her body and not resist, completely surrendering her soul.

Miao Yin gripped her hand tightly, her dark pupils focusing on the deformed man.

The next moment, all the thorns seemed to come alive and began to move, hundreds of long whips chasing after the Lone Wind White Moth, an attack style completely different from Ling's.

Miao Yin's playing style is both arrogant like a madman and full of malice.

She manipulated the thorns, drawing them in from all directions to besiege the Lone Wind White Moth with overwhelming force. She deliberately left openings for the enemy to escape, but behind the escape route, she concealed deadly attacks.

The thorns, after their powers are fused, become much more powerful, with greater destructive force and are not easily broken.

The flames burned fiercely, making it impossible for the lone white moth to touch it, and the silkworm silk was completely melted, leaving it only able to attack with its wings.

The sky above was completely blocked off, while the White Snake Lady below watched intently.

The lone white moth is like a caged beast, unable to break free.