"I really have to hand it to you guys; you entered the city without even bringing a mental power controller? Isn't that just asking for death? And with so few people, you're challenging the Demon Squad? I'm truly impressed by you all..." Luo Yinglong, all the way here, fully displayed his impulsive nature, constantly chattering about something, especially after hearing that the Central Continent Team was planning to challenge the Demon Squad. Although this was something he anticipated, he couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"Why so much talk? Is it because you talk too much that Adam from the Celestial Team kicked you out?" "Don't talk nonsense!" Luo Yinglong declared loudly, "How could that be? A powerful cultivator like me would be top-tier in any team. I was extremely sought after in the Celestial Team. It was only because Adam needed to re... Ahem, ahem, in short, a handsome, dashing, nearly invincible cultivator like me joining your Central Continent Team is an immense blessing for you all, hahahaha..." Everyone around him just rolled their eyes and ignored the impulsive newcomer.

It was Chu Xuan who suddenly spoke up, asking, "If you want to join the Central Continent Team... how would you go about it?" "Haha, you don't know, do you? You must not have experienced that particular horror film world."

Luo Yinglong then adopted an expression of "Let me tell you," and continued loudly, "Constantine. There is a side quest in this horror film world.

As long as the male protagonist truly dies at the final moment,

meaning Satan's wish is fulfilled, Satan can grant us Hell Contracts.

According to the original plot, this contract allows a soul to move from Hell to Heaven.

The effect description we received is that it allows unconditional transfer from one team to another, provided both the existing team members and the holder agree. I possess one of these contracts, and I’ve already signed it. Zheng Zha only needs to sign, and by the end of this horror film world, I'll become a member of the Central Continent Team, hahaha..." Constantine.

Everyone had also seen the movie. Calling it a horror film was perhaps inaccurate; a fantasy film felt more fitting. The world view depicted was a modern world where Satan and God existed. The protagonist was a psychic who failed suicide; because suicide violated Christian doctrine, he couldn't enter Heaven after death and was doomed to Hell. To regain the right to ascend to Heaven, he continuously helped the Church eliminate demons rising from Hell.

During one adventure, he uncovered the conspiracy of Satan's son and ultimately sacrificed himself for the heroine. Thus, at the end, his sacrifice granted him the right to enter Heaven. However, to claim his soul, Satan resurrected him—that was the movie's original plot. If they truly twisted the plot so Satan gained the protagonist's soul, perhaps they could indeed unlock some side quest.

Everyone listening was sweating slightly. Naturally, under such pouring rain, they couldn't see the moisture, but after hearing this, everyone felt a distinct sensation of being clammy.

Luo Yinglong paid no attention to the others' expressions; he just kept laughing and talking to himself. But as he spoke, he suddenly quieted down, constantly scanning his surroundings, as if something had materialized nearby.

"What? Did a mental power controller notice us?" With a strange expression, he also asked curiously.

"No, not a mental power controller. If we were scanned by psychic abilities, those at our level would naturally sense it, right?" Luo Yinglong shook his head without turning back, gazing around as he spoke, "It’s a different, very strange feeling, almost like sensing danger... But when I try to feel it closely, I sense nothing at all. Uh, perhaps that idiot driving the mech earlier drove me insane? Never mind that for now. Zheng Zha, sign this document."

With that, Luo Yinglong pulled out a roll of parchment from his robes and tossed it directly to Zheng Zha, who was not far away.

Zheng Zha caught the parchment casually. Opening it revealed a string of unfamiliar characters. Yet, the script was wondrous; although he had never seen it, merely looking at it allowed him to grasp its meaning, as if the characters directly transformed into understanding in his mind. Based on the parchment's content, it was indeed as Luo Yinglong claimed: once the team captain signed his name in blood, the holder would transfer to that team after the horror film concluded—meaning Luo Yinglong would become a member of the Central Continent Team.

"That sounds incredibly simple. How many of these contracts did you guys get?" Hesitantly, he bit his finger and inscribed his name on the parchment. A flash of blood light erupted, and the blood directly merged into the parchment, as if nothing had happened. After only about ten seconds, the parchment unexpectedly burst into flames in the rain, burning until it was reduced entirely to ash, completely unaffected by the water.

Luo Yinglong's face lit up with joy. "That settles it. Now I'm considered one of the Central Continent Team. Take this!" Before his words faded, he pulled out an ancient-looking jade vial and threw it to Zheng Zha.

Zheng Zha caught it one-handed; the moment it touched his palm, it felt icy cold. He then heard Luo Yinglong instruct, "This is my Natal Bottle, inscribed with my birth date. If my physical body dies, my Nascent Soul will automatically enter this bottle... Remember, once my Nascent Soul is inside, you absolutely must not let it shatter, or I will truly be dead. And I’ve already been resurrected once; the conditions for a second revival are too harsh. Unless it’s the absolute last resort, do not let me die!" "A second resurrection?" "In that horror film world?" "...I cannot say."

Luo Yinglong waved his hand helplessly. "That horror film world isn't that hard to guess. You should think more about the movies you've seen. You should be able to figure out where that place is."

Zheng Zha sighed in resignation. "This is still a thread of attachment... Fine. You mentioned a second resurrection. Are you already planning for a final sacrifice? This ultimate battle..." "I know even if you don't say it..." Luo Yinglong suddenly dropped his impulsive demeanor, speaking with surprising seriousness. "The danger of this final battle surpasses anything frightening. It’s not just the fight that might happen shortly. When I left the Celestial Team, I had already resolved to die, or at least cripple or kill Song Tian if I couldn't leave. Since it's the ultimate battle, I've long been prepared. If Adam hadn't gone too far, I wouldn't have defected from the Celestial Team... And for some reason, before the final battle begins, I have a bad premonition, feeling like I might die in this ultimate showdown. Who knows? Do what one can, and leave the rest to fate."

Cheng Xiao chimed in with a laugh from the side, "Do a divination for yourself then. Aren't you a powerful cultivator? Calculating one outcome wouldn't take much effort, would it?"

"A healer cannot heal themselves."

Luo Yinglong shot Cheng Xiao a glare. "This principle is simple. I can calculate others, isolated events, or glimpses of the near future, but I cannot calculate my own fate. At most, I can only gauge the extent of good or ill fortune. However, the result I calculated three times consecutively was 'ominous,' so I simply stopped calculating. This final battle is definitely ominous; is there any chance of good fortune?" "That's true..." As they talked, the group gradually approached the Umbrella Corporation headquarters. The building looked dilapidated, with signs of explosive damage on many floors.

However, the overall structure seemed well-preserved, indicating how hastily the Umbrella Corporation had evacuated; even the main gate was left slightly ajar.

"Huh? What is that down there?" Zheng Zha, sharp-eyed, pointed towards the edge of a distant street and roared, simultaneously speeding towards it on his Green Goblin glider. The others followed without hesitation, flying after him. As they drew nearer, everyone's hearts tightened, because the scene unfolding below was brutally gruesome and terrifying.

There, a large Black man was roaring and screaming incessantly, constantly smashing the massive metal totem he carried against everything around him. Three grotesque monsters continuously attacked him. One monster was merely like a lump of raw flesh, possessing no specific shape or form; every time it struck, a large mass of rotten flesh would rise up, transforming into massive fangs to bite down—truly disgusting and horrifying to behold.

Another monster was covered in tentacles, its bloody, mangled tentacles tipped with whirling vortexes of teeth. Its entire body resembled a pillar of flesh, from which tentacles hung down, ceaselessly whipping the Black man.

The remaining monster looked even more terrifying. It still contained undigested human tissues; several human limbs and two or three heads were visibly floating and sinking within its body. This monster vaguely retained a humanoid shape, but from the center of its belly opened a massive mouth, its teeth incredibly sharp. Looking at it, it seemed capable of not just biting a person in half, but cleaving an ox completely in two.

"Has the virus already been launched?" Although the Central Continent Team members were deeply shocked, exchanging glances, they could generally piece things together. Cheng Xiao, in particular, felt a profound sense of recognition: the monsters before them were clearly enlarged versions of the mutated flesh masses he saw in Chu Xuan's lab. This clearly meant Xiao Honglü and the others had already deployed the virus. Who knew why the deployment was so fast?

"Damn it, what the hell are these things!" Luo Yinglong reacted most strongly. He immediately bellowed and drew his Qingfeng sword, forming a hand seal, intending to rush to the Black man's aid. However, he was abruptly pulled back by Zheng Zha, who stood beside him.

"He’s beyond saving... If you pity him, perhaps stabbing him directly with your sword would be merciful."

"Why?" Luo Yinglong asked dumbly, then his eyes flashed as he looked at Zheng Zha. "You know what those monsters down there are? No, perhaps I should ask: did you create those monsters below?"

Chu Xuan didn't wait for Zheng Zha's reply and stated directly, "That's right. I engineered a virus. This virus uses T-Virus stock solution combined with cultivation technology, plus a small amount of Rune technology. It can basically achieve the fourth stage level, meaning its genes can self-modify and evolve..."

"Stop, stop!" Luo Yinglong rubbed his head. "In short, it’s extremely powerful and terrifying, right? Don't be like Adam, always lingering on detailed explanations of your theories and various technologies. I’m just a simpleton; I don't understand, nor do I care to listen. Do you mean the virus is so terrifying that contact means instant death? Alright, give it here."

Chu Xuan ceased speaking and casually pulled out a syringe from his spatial bag, tossing it toward Luo Yinglong. The simpleton accepted it without courtesy, tucking the syringe into his robes. He grinned and said, "At least I've unlocked my Gene Lock to the initial Fourth Stage. I should be able to hold out longer than that Black man below, right?"

"Uh, this virus only targets life forms below the Fourth Stage. Once a creature reaches the Fourth Stage or higher, the human body is virtually immune to all viruses and toxins. The body's genes can self-regulate to optimal levels, easily eradicating invading viruses. Even if the virus mutates, the immunity can optimize again."

"...Damn it, then why did you throw me a vaccine?" Luo Yinglong grumbled. Without another word, he formed a hand seal and controlled his flying sword. A streak of green light flashed towards the ground, and the head of the Black man struggling below fell. In fact, his body had already begun a slight mutation, but the man was truly a warrior, stubbornly enduring the severe pain of mutation to continue fighting, managing to smash the tentacled monster into pulp, though not destroying it. He, however, was slowly transforming.

Before his head even hit the ground, numerous hard appendages shot out from his face. The skull split open from the center, forming a massive maw, and the head violently bit down onto his own torso, beginning a desperate act of cannibalism... Jump to