I Am Your Natural Enemy

Not only was the quantity increasing, the intensity of that power was also skyrocketing like crazy.

Every time that guy lost a bit more of his reason, his power would swell several times over.

Now this guy was already at the berserk stage, with only one thought left in his mind.

Kill him.

Boss Tao felt the power he’d just devoured, his expression growing increasingly twisted as he started to laugh maniacally.

Keep devouring, keep resisting—wait for the other’s strength to heighten once more, to take another step into that abyss of madness...

Pei Tugou was already standing right in front of Boss Tao.

Endless blood ropes coalesced into a tide of blood that had already flooded the place.

The blood ropes kept winding upwards: binding Boss Tao’s limbs, coiling round his torso, even twining around the curved ram horns growing from his head.

Pei Tugou marched up, stepping atop Boss Tao’s massive body, striding right across him.

He pulled the blood rope taut, personally tied a knot, and slipped it over Boss Tao’s neck.

As he stepped back down, the hand gripping the blood rope tightened abruptly—tide and ropes that had submerged the place vanished in a blink.

Boss Tao was bound by the blood ropes, deathly tight, every last strand drawing tight at once.

The creaking strain of the rope mingled with the crack and snap of shattering bones, echoing again and again.

All the blood that oozed out was sucked away into the ropes—Boss Tao was cocooned, locked in tight—yet he kept on laughing.

”Without reason, you can’t accomplish a damn thing. I’ve devoured enough of your power: this power of yours is useless for killing me now.”

The ropes kept constricting, the several-meter high, giant beast-like form shrinking step by step—bones splintering all the while—until it compressed into a gigantic sphere, Boss Tao’s body forced and crushed down into a ball, encased by blood ropes.

Seeing he couldn’t kill Boss Tao, Pei Tugou’s power continued to surge—but at that moment, Wen Yan, braving the raging, leaking power swirling about like a hurricane, stepped forward.

He laid his right hand on Pei Tugou’s shoulder.

Instantly, the power in his right arm was forcibly activated, disintegrating his sleeve into dust.

”Brother Gou, that’s enough, let it go. If you kill him by force now, we’ll never find out who’s behind him.”

Wen Yan’s words filtered into Pei Tugou’s mind. He waited several seconds; seeing no response from Pei Tugou, Wen Yan sighed and continued,

”This guy isn’t a complete Glutton—there may be other parts. If you kill him, the rest will sense it instantly; we’ll never track down the others.

Besides, he wants to force you to kill him, make you lose control for real—just so you become the next big problem.

If he cuts off one piece, it’ll be enough to make the rest avoid all risk.

Don’t fall for it.”

Wen Yan’s words dripped cold and clear as icy spring water into Pei Tugou’s mind; slowly, Pei Tugou closed his eyes, the power inside him at last receding.

His warped, monstrous features eased, regaining enough shape to at least flash two rows of big white teeth.

”There’s more?”

”Obviously there’s more. You didn’t really think this was all? I specifically consulted some Demon Kin seniors—they straight-up told me, if you make a move, kill quick and clean, or you’ll have endless trouble.”

”I’ll defer to you, then.” Pei Tugou nodded.

Wen Yan looked up, glancing over the floating creatures dangling from the blood ropes, then looked off into the distance—he had the vague sense that space itself was warping and fracturing.

This Domain was only ever meant to have a few hidden functions; it couldn’t handle this sort of strain, and was already beginning to crack apart.

”Tong Si, can you tell what the hell is in those things?”

Wen Yan called over to Tong Si.

Tong Si nodded.

”Some really are just regular domestic fowl, but what they’re being fed is…not right.”

As Tong Si spoke, the chickens and ducks still dangling in the air from blood ropes suddenly dropped and died together.

Tong Si gulped with difficulty, as if still not finished speaking…

Forget it. Not like anyone’s eating those chickens and ducks now.

Wen Yan’s eyelid twitched; he hurried in with a plea,

”Bro—my dear Bro, come on now, no rush, really, I was just asking. Who knows, maybe they’ll confess if we give them a chance…”

The half-dead Yellow Weasel, still strung up, had already pissed himself in terror—Boss Tao had been taken out, and this Great Killer Star was beyond ruthless. Even the chickens they raised were getting hanged.

”I got something to say! Don’t kill me, I still got stuff to confess.

I know a ton, I know other people involved besides Dr. Liu in all this.

Some organs weren’t taken by me—it was Dr. Liu. I don’t know where he took them.”

Apart from Yellow Weasel, other demons and humans jumped at the chance while Pei Tugou let the ropes slacken, scrambling to confess before anyone else could.

That’s not called betrayal—that’s called, ’better them than me.’

Yellow Weasel had learned from some old hands on the inside: as long as you sell out stuff unrelated to you, that’s called meritorious cooperation.

If you’re the boss and rat on your lackeys, then every crime they’ve done gets pinned on you too—that’s being an accomplice.

So first chance he got, he spilled everything he knew.

He was well aware of the rules of the Scorching Sun Department. What went on in the hospital technically wasn’t their business—but if he sold them out, suddenly it was, and they could step in.

He’d figured it out by now: this Great Killer Star was definitely not part of the Scorching Sun Department. Those guys weren’t so vicious and unreasonable—killing at the drop of a hat, no questions asked.