SIZZLE—

The Moly Demon's body seeped a large amount of thick, blackish-red fluid. It looked as if it were about to melt, rapidly shrinking.

These unknown fluids, mixed with mechanical components and flesh-and-bone impurities, quickly solidified after being expelled from the Moly Demon's body.

Gradually, they enveloped the Moly Demon's entire body, forming what looked like a large cocoon.

Lu Yuan watched quietly.

Then, he opened his status panel.

Two new skills had appeared on the Fighter panel:

Level 1 [True Intention of Dragon Form].

Level 1 [Sure-kill—Dragon in Clouds].

These were the Dragon Sect martial arts inheritance that Lu Yuan had just comprehended, a burst of inspiration striking him during his battle with the Moly Demon.

It was when Lu Yuan unlocked this second True Intention that he couldn't help but ponder a question.

What is True Intention?

GLUG—GLUG—

The sound of something boiling came from ahead, and Lu Yuan looked up.

He saw that the large cocoon enveloping the Moly Demon had almost completely formed. It was a huge, blackish-red, elliptical cocoon.

The surface of the cocoon undulated violently, as if something was gestating inside.

RAT-TAT-TAT—

The combat mechs that Lu Yuan and the Moly Demon had previously fought had ceased their attacks.

Now that Lu Yuan had stopped, they began to regroup, continuously firing at the cocoon on the ground.

It seemed the system had determined that the cocoon contained an extremely dangerous aura.

However, these combat mechs, most of which were only C-rank or B-rank in strength, were equipped with thermal weapons that could hardly cause any significant damage to the massive cocoon.

Various shells and energy beams bombarded the cocoon, only creating some sparks, with no substantial effect.

SWISH—

A long tentacle suddenly shot out from the cocoon, grabbing a nearby combat mech.

It then quickly retracted, "swallowing" the entire mech in a few rough gulps, as if feeding.

Then, it rapidly discharged a large pile of black, fragmented slime, reinforcing the cocoon and making it even more solid.

This is completely out of a sci-fi horror movie, Lu Yuan couldn't help but remark to himself.

But he paid it no mind and continued his thoughts.

HUM—

Lu Yuan released his Spiritual Power.

A misty Spiritual Power diffused around him.

His eyes flickered.

The misty Spiritual Power immediately condensed, forming a giant white crane that hovered above him.

Sharpness, penetration, swiftness, elusiveness...

Lu Yuan narrowed his eyes, carefully experiencing the various enhancements granted by the True Intention of the Spirit Crane.

[True Intention of Dragon Form]!

With the activation of the other True Intention, the large white crane instantly dispersed, reverting to its misty state.

Then, within this mist, a vague dragon shadow emerged, coiling.

Ferocity, agility, majesty...

The two True Intentions provided Lu Yuan with vastly different sensations of enhancement, and the power they manifested also differed in magnitude.

The True Intention of Dragon Form is clearly a tier stronger than the True Intention of the Spirit Crane, yet the total amount of Spiritual Power constituting both True Intentions is the same!

Lu Yuan was pensive; he felt as if he had grasped something.

He activated the True Intentions repeatedly, the white crane and dragon shadow alternating above him.

The frequently agitated Spiritual Power formed a small, invisible cyclone around him, whipping up his long hair. It pushed away the surrounding gravel and dust, creating an exceptionally clean and clear "vacuum zone."

SWISH—SWISH—SWISH—

The cocoon, formed from the Moly Demon and the Bearman, continuously shot out tentacles, dragging in and devouring nearby combat mechs.

With a crunching, grinding sound, only a pile of useless parts would be expelled.

It was as if some terrifying monster was feeding.

An inexplicable fluctuation emanated from the cocoon, growing increasingly intense.

Even the observing New Bloods, despite being far away, couldn't help but feel their scalps tingle. A terrible premonition ran rampant in their hearts.

On the light screen, beside the image of the blackish-red cocoon, countless data points scrolled past like a waterfall.

On the right, a line of clear text was displayed: "Estimated Combat Strength."

Currently, the rating in this column was fluctuating between A-rank and B-rank.

Song Cong kept his eyes fixed on this value. Occasionally, when it suddenly flashed to S-rank, his eyelids would twitch violently.

He turned his head to look at Su Zhaohui beside him.

Su Zhaohui had shed his usual lax demeanor. His expression was stern, and his hawk-like gaze was firmly locked on—

the image of a quiet, strong youth with long, flowing hair.

Song Cong's expression flickered, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, however, he restrained himself, coldly watching the images on the several light screens without speaking.

CREAK—CREAK—CREAK—

After devouring an unknown number of combat mechs, the blackish-red cocoon on the ground had now swelled to five meters in diameter and three meters in height.

The cocoon's surface was uneven, solidified with numerous broken mechanical parts and some amalgamations of flesh, blood, and metal.

Bulges protruded one after another from the cocoon's surface.

THUMP—THUMP—

Accompanied by a heartbeat like a war drum, an indescribably terrifying aura spread out, gradually permeating the area.

In just a few seconds, red lights flared on all the surrounding combat mechs. Piercing warning sirens blared across the open ground, creating an inexplicable, heavy sense of oppression.

Lu Yuan, however, merely lifted his eyelids slightly.

He paid it no heed.

The super-evolution of the Moly Demon Bearman Beast had entered a critical stage.

Coincidentally, his own "super-evolution" was also rapidly brewing.

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