Chen Ming was about to step inside, but suddenly stopped.
He slightly moved his right foot forward into the room, then released so tallic liquid at his feet, and closed the door again afterward.
Chen Ming’s expression relaxed slightly.
Because he realized that even in a room completely isolated by Silent Alloy protective layers, these Silent Alloys couldn’t block his Spiritual Energy from penetrating through to control the tallic liquid inside the room.
As if his Spiritual Energy wasn’t directly controlling the objects it affected through the normal cosmic environnt.
But through a more peculiar thod.
That seed normal.
After all, Chen Ming still hasn’t understood how his Spiritual Energy transports materials across hundreds or thousands of light years.
His Spiritual Energy might also utilize similar thods during control, so it isn’t hindered by such Silent Alloy rooms.
That reassured Chen Ming.
He directly stepped into the isolation layer.
The isolation layer’s structure was sowhat different from the outer Space Station.
It was a special structure composed of multiple compartnts made of Silent Alloy, layered irregularly to envelop the experintal center inside.
Every room had surveillance leading to the interior, and Chen Ming’s every move was undoubtedly under the watch of these monitors.
Yet, it seed like no one reacted.
Even though Chen Ming disguised himself as that Psychic, he wasn’t supposed to be headed toward the isolation layer’s interior at such a ti.
Yet the experintal center seed to have no response.
No alarms, no announcents, no reactions.
And as Chen Ming walked deeper, he increasingly felt a chill from the depths of the Space Station.
The situation was off; sothing inside seed to be wrong.
Upon realizing this, Chen Ming imdiately sped up, continually opening each door of the isolation layer compartnts.
Until he reached the last closed door leading to the experintal center.
Chen Ming’s actions finally slowed down.
He had already attached a device to the control panel beside the door, yet at this mont, he didn’t open the door directly.
Instead, he paused slightly, adjusting his state, and then opened the door.
The instant the door opened.
Striking his eyes were those researchers, or rather forr researchers.
Now, they were completely bent backward at the abdominal position as if snapped, their stomachs violently torn apart, revealing the thoroughly malford stomachs of the lifeless bodies.
Calling them lifeless bodies wasn’t entirely accurate, as they were still moving, their lower limbs controlled by those grotesque stomachs in action, dragging their upper bodies along the ground as if governed by this stomach.
Moreover, so researchers whose level of dinsion infection appeared more severe had their upper bodies morph into a string of stomach-like tumors dragging on the ground.
Leaving behind pools of unknown liquids during their movent.
The entire experintal center hall was filled with these "creatures," entirely made up of these mutated stomach monsters.
Alongside these distorted stomach monsters entering his field of vision was the ever-present flesh and tissue that once covered the entire environnt.
This queer and twisted feeling was incredibly familiar to Chen Ming.
Simultaneously, his stomach churned.
This was a sign of dinsion infection corrosion, An Wuping’s body had been marked by dinsion infection.
Though Chen Ming quickly suppressed this familiar feeling, it left him with a slight inexplicable nostalgia.
Of course, Chen Ming swiftly shook the feeling out of his head; he didn’t want to reminisce about dinsion infection. It was rely because the impression was so deep that he subconsciously recalled it.
Chen Ming took a deep breath, ignoring the nauseating stench of gastric acid and those semi-digested substances.
As the mutated tissue in the hall began spreading into the compartnt he just opened the door to, he stepped directly into the experintal center hall.
The previously aimless and lost stomach monsters seed to have suddenly found their target.
One by one, they aid those grotesque stomachs in Chen Ming’s direction.
A gaze from deeper within seed to focus on Chen Ming’s body as well.
Chen Ming didn’t show any sign of fear.
He clenched his fist, stepping further into the experintal center.
In the past, facing these things might have required every ounce of effort.
But now, there’s no need to worry about unnecessary considerations.
Chen Ming’s body slightly leaned forward, muscles tensed all over.
As those mutated stomach monsters spat disgusting liquids toward his direction.
Chen Ming directly vanished from the spot.
The strength brought by the prosthetic An Wuping allowed him to appear instantly in front of one of the stomach monsters.
With a single punch, he shattered it at the waist.
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