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Underground Space - Level Three.
The spiritual ability gun roared with anger, tongues of fire wildly dancing in the darkness, bullets like dense raindrops, crazily sweeping over the immortal zombies.
Black filthy blood splattered against the cave walls leaving marks everywhere.
The narrow cave tunnels amplified the impact of the spiritual energy bullets, weaving the elents’ power into an insurmountable net.
As mbers of the Doomsday Technology Guild gradually rushed in from outside, the battle grew increasingly intense.
Grenade launchers quickly joined the fray, debris constantly falling from the cave ceiling, crushed into powder by the frenzied firepower.
The shock waves from the explosions ravaged through the cave, kicking up waves of dust and rubble.
Under the explosive force, the immortal zombies’ limbs flew wildly, their incomplete bodies tossed by the shockwaves in all directions.
Immortal zombies were turned into mist by the power of extracting all things, completely vanquished and absorbed into the players’ bodies.
Yang Tianxuan exhaled deeply after initially tallying the gains and expenses.
Thankfully, the profits from these immortal zombies slightly outweighed the costs; otherwise, this level of combat would be too expensive.
Originally planning to contact other guilds for assistance, he decided to seize potential opportunities within the underground space for his guild after confirming that profits could cover the expenses.
His gaze swept ahead, where scorching hot shrapnel flew around the cave, yet the immortal zombies feared no death, the fallen front row stood and the rear stepped over their comrades’ bodies to continue advancing.
Twisted bodies looked nacing and terrifying in the bullet’s firelight.
Smoke filled the cave, mingled with a stench of decay, nearly suffocating the players.
Thinking of the potential opportunities within the underground space, all the Doomsday Technology Guild players chose to endure.
The exploration continued forward, following the downward tunnel, splitting forces to explore at every fork, repeatedly checking all items in the rooms of the Ghostly Clan mbers after smashing them.
There was a harvest almost every ti.
The Ghostly Clan carried a large number of resources underground before secluding themselves, including various types of spirit ores, spirit plants, and other resources.
The deeper they ventured, the fiercer the battle beca.
The number of Gui Li Corpses increased significantly.
These Gui Li Corpses were sealed within the underground space, surviving only on radiated energy for ages without consuming flesh, their combat power vastly diminished compared to the initial infection, offering no resistance to the Doomsday Technology Guild’s firepower coverage.
At this mont, a voice sounded in the team chat channel at the cave branch area:
"Damn, I’ve been infected."
Nearby players looked up; it was a 46-year-old chanical engineer "Wang Yu" from the Doomsday Guild, following the close combat route.
At this mont, a patch of filthy blood was attached to his left arm, seeping rapidly into his skin.
"How do you feel?" A player beside him curiously asked.
"No feeling, but I’m losing health."
Wang Yu said and posted a screenshot in the guild channel:
[Infection (Mild): Infected by Immortal Virus, life state undergoing continuous destruction.]
Right after posting the screenshot, Wang Yu suddenly exclaid "Holy crap," followed by a piercing scream, rolling on the ground.
Seeing Wang Yu injured, nearby mbers decisively dragged him back to the rear.
anwhile, the pace of Wang Yu’s health bar dropping sped up.
Soon, the infection state transitioned from mild to moderate.
At this mont, Wang Yu felt a flush of heat spreading from the bloodied arm, his limbs grew heavy, as if an invisible force was dragging him.
"Need help?" A player aid their gun at Wang Yu.
Click.
A crisp sound erged as the bullet generation path in the spiritual ability gun shifted to spiritual armor-piercing bullet structure.
"No, I’m curious to see what happens when a player gets infected." Wang Yu’s veins bulged in his forehead, his expression twisted.
"That’s just like you, always so curious." His friend nodded with a smile upon hearing this, then switched the bullet generation path to a regular bullet mode for easy generation, turning to shoot the immortal zombies.
At this mont, the heat in Wang Yu’s arm turned into intense scorching pain, like countless burning needles piercing into his marrow.
This pain swiftly spread through his body, every inch of skin felt like being roasted by flas, every nerve throbbed madly, his body uncontrollably trembled, and the gun in hand clattered to the ground.
His consciousness gradually blurred, the images of his teammates and the distant immortal zombies started to rge.
His body began to tremble involuntarily, emitting guttural growls from his throat, his eyes turned hollow, originally clear pupils gradually covered by a dark green layer, his skin visibly grew bleak, coarse, as if countless insects squird beneath the skin.
Sanity faded in this process, a strong hunger surged from within, prompting him to gaze at his standing friend.
"Are you okay?" At this mont his friend turned to Wang Yu.
"I’m fine... just feel you look kind of tasty today... cough."
"Speaking of which, if you do turn into an immortal zombie, can I kill you for sacrificial power and evolution points, then exploit a BUG and infinitely farm you... ideally loot your space bag items and sacrificial power balance."
"Screw off, want to explode and give you my real wife too?" Wang Yu cursed furiously, his eyes widening, tangled with blood threads.
"No need for that, a brother’s wife shouldn’t be violated."
By now, Wang Yu couldn’t hear what his brother was saying.
Moderate infection was transitioning into severe infection.
He instinctively wanted to shout, but could only squeeze out indistinct growls from his throat, his hand clawed tightly onto the nearby rock, blood oozed from between his fingers, sliding slowly down the rough stone wall.
With the virus penetrating deeper, his consciousness kept oscillating between clarity and chaos.
The Immortal Virus inflicted dual destruction on his body and spirit.
His body twisted accordingly, bones creaking beneath flesh, as if an evil power was freely reshaping him, skin cracked, spreading web-like blood marks, reeking a sickening stench.
Just when his consciousness teetered on the brink of complete collapse, a prompt echoed in his mind:
[Challenger Tips: Spiritual level reached dangerous threshold, activating protection, dispelling spiritual erosion.]
Accompanied by the prompt, the Immortal Virus invading Wang Yu’s spiritual sea was swept away by the purification system.
Wang Yu, still writhing in agony, instantly regained self-awareness.
Simultaneously, a new prompt rang beside his ears:
[Challenger Tips: Player death, continue the ga or return to Imperial Tomb Village space for resurrection cooldown (Life Soul Characteristic unusable in immortal state, unable to enter Newbie Village space)]
The sudden prompt stunned Wang Yu.
He summoned the attribute panel, noticing his health bar had plumted, yet a new black health bar appeared.
What?!
Even more absurdly, his spiritual strength attribute dropped to 0, but physical fitness attribute increased by nearly half.
The attribute panel’s upper right corner showed: Immortal State.
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