Eye of Blood

One hour later, at the top floor of the tallest skyscraper in Xichang.

The elevator doors opened, and Liu Qi and Liu Zhian emerged.

Behind them were three iron cages, carried in by Night Slaves.

“Elder, the Ghouls are back. Scan them with your spiritual power to see if they tampered with them,” Liu Zhian shouted the moment he returned.

He glanced back at the Ghouls behind them. Something felt off. They lacked the fearless vigor of actual Ghouls, doing nothing but roaring aimlessly.

In the darkness in the distance, Liu Wen sat cross-legged on a high platform, occasionally picking up a Night Slave's eye and popping it into his mouth.

To him, these things could accelerate the recovery of his spiritual power.

Hearing Liu Zhian's voice, Liu Wen's six eyes turned toward the three Ghouls, a red light sweeping over them.

His left hand, which had just picked up a crimson eye, froze. “All three Ghouls are fakes. Their internal organs are less than half the thickness of a real Ghoul's.”

Upon hearing this, the faces of Liu Zhian and Liu Qi instantly darkened.

“Was it a decoy? It seems those people from the Special Bureau are truly willing to sacrifice the lives of supernatural beings just to play along with us!” Liu Zhian's face contorted.

He had killed six supernatural beings on that plane. He had never expected the enemy to go to such lengths.

Liu Qi raised an eyebrow. He felt that the Liu family's title as the most ruthless was being challenged; when it came to using their own people as bait, the government truly took the crown.

“Enough. By this time, the Ghouls have probably reached the Capital. Since they paid such a heavy price, it's no wonder you lost this round,” Liu Wen waved his hand dismissively.

“Then we'll be taking our leave. Damn it,” Liu Zhian grumbled, turning around to leave with Liu Qi.

Watching Liu Zhian leave like that, Liu Wen shook his head slightly. Still too impatient.

Liu Zhian had been born into wealth. Although he appeared more mature than his peers on the surface, the arrogance and impatience buried deep in his bones could not be changed overnight.

With that thought, he continued picking up eyeballs and eating them.

...

In the Capital, several medical helicopters landed on the helipad of the Capital Hospital.

Liu Wangao and Yu Renjia, hooked up to IV drips, were carried on stretchers toward the emergency room.

Before returning to the Capital, they had stopped at a nearby hospital to stabilize their injuries.

Outside the Imperial Palace, a black sedan drove inside.

The atmosphere inside the car was heavy. Chu Jizhen drove with vacant eyes, while Xu Mo stared out the window from the passenger seat.

Behind them, Wen Yu had already told them about the Ghouls.

“Sigh, I never expected that the thing we protected with our lives would turn out to be fake,” Chu Jizhen suddenly sighed as the car entered the palace grounds.

Amidst the heavy silence, the vehicle pulled into the small plaza inside the palace.

He Wenxi stood in the plaza, quietly waiting for them.

The car stopped, and the three of them got out. Xu Mo looked at He Wenxi, opening his mouth but hesitating to speak.

“Welcome back,” He Wenxi said with a faint smile.

The three remained silent for a moment before Xu Mo finally couldn't help but ask, “Director He, why did you have us escort those fakes? So many people died!”

Wen Yu and Chu Jizhen looked at He Wenxi, waiting for her explanation.

“If you didn't move, how would they believe it was real?” He Wenxi replied with a faint smile, as if the deaths of so many people couldn't evoke any emotion from her.

She walked up to Xu Mo and gently patted his head. “Of course, your sacrifices were not in vain. This operation flushed out quite a few moles.”

Feeling He Wenxi's touch, Xu Mo's depressed mood instantly brightened.

Watching the change in Xu Mo's expression, He Wenxi narrowed her eyes slightly. He's grown even stronger than before he left. What kind of monster are you? Even if you combined all the other supernatural beings, none of them improve as fast as you.

Watching Xu Mo succumb in a single second, Wen Yu felt a wave of exasperation. Director He, we didn't come here to vent. It's just that doing things this way makes us feel like outsiders. If you had told us beforehand, we wouldn't feel so terrible.

Of course, she only dared to say this in her mind. He Wenxi was not one of those easygoing leaders from TV dramas.

If she actually said it out loud, she would probably find herself on an operating table in the laboratory tonight.

He Wenxi looked at the remaining two, still smiling. “Since you survived, my previous promise of building the strongest team was not empty talk.”

She turned and walked toward her office. “Someone will contact you soon. All supernatural resources will be prioritized for you.”

As the world changed, it wasn't just creatures that were changing; some plants were also mutating.

Consuming these plants, along with parts of Specters and Evil Spirits, could enhance a supernatural being's body and energy.

Of course, these things came with minor side effects, such as mood swings or slight physical mutations.

Seeing He Wenxi say this, Chu Jizhen, who was skin and bones and looked like he could drop dead at any moment, spoke up.

“I want something to replenish my kidneys!”

In the seaside villa, Zhao Jin lay on the sofa.

Ever since his Heavenly Domain had covered the globe, he had grown even lazier, rarely going outside.

Above his head, the notebook automatically recorded:

Xu Mo

Status: A being gradually transforming from human into an evil god!

Race: Evil Specter God (Pseudo)

Ability: Grows stronger through battle. In any battle where Xu Mo is not killed quickly, he will automatically absorb energy from the air to permanently strengthen himself!

Side Effect: The stronger he becomes, the less humanity he seems to retain!

Summary: A controlled combat tool!

Looking at the records, Zhao Jin rubbed his chin with satisfaction. His teammates died, yet he stopped caring just from having his head patted. What a strange person. Is this the price of becoming a god?

He didn't know how far Xu Mo could go. Beings who grew stronger the more they fought were far too rare.

...

On the other side, afternoon arrived.

Xichang City.

Having fully recovered his spiritual power, Liu Wen walked the streets of Xichang once more.

Red light occasionally flashed through the surrounding streets. A few seconds later, the people inside would show blissful smiles.

Liu Wen watched them smile, and he smiled too. Soon, soon...

By evening, he stood in the center of the city, surrounded by people wearing blissful smiles.

Eye of Blood: The number of people has met the conditions to activate the ability!

Liu Wen looked up at the moon in the sky. His six eyes suddenly erupted with a blinding red light. Eye of Blood!

An invisible spiritual power surged out of Liu Wen, spreading outward at over ten times the speed of sound.

In a matter of moments, the entire Xichang City was swept by his spiritual power.

Strands of red light emerged from the heads of over a million blissful humans in the city. Unaware of the red light, they continued to smile.

“What... what is that?!” On the street, a young man's eyes widened as he stared at a strand of red light rising from a woman's head in front of him.

A woman nearby shrieked upon seeing the red light. “Did you see that? Why is there red light on their heads?!”

Xichang City had a population of twelve million, and one million of them were currently in a state of bliss.

This meant that one out of every twelve people had a red light rising from their head, making it visible to everyone in the city.

The red lights converged, soaring into the sky and quickly forming a massive red pillar of light over a hundred meters wide that pierced the heavens.

Everyone in Xichang City looked up at the red pillar of light, their eyes filled with shock.