Inside the passage.

A shadow formed purely of flowing darkness swept through the passage embroiled in fierce combat like a specter.

It ignored the air warped by explosions and disregarded the scattered viscous fragments.

The shadow clinging to the walls sped toward the deeper underground darkness.

Speed, even faster than before!

Under the enhancement of Eternal Night's Trace, the terrifying 200% boost transformed Fang Qingyu into an uncatchable shadow.

The passage sloped downward, becoming more slippery, with pulsating blood vessels emitting a sickly purple light.

As the distance closed.

The painful and frantic heartbeat of the severely injured insect mother became clearer.

Finally, the passage opened up.

Entering an underground cave-like chamber more primitive than the upper core.

Not only composed purely of biological tissue.

But also mixed with jagged black rocks.

Clearly, the Weaver of Fate had yet to fully turn this into its nest.

And in the center of this chamber.

The Abyssal Weaver's purple-black blob of flesh squirmed painfully, trying to re-anchor itself.

The surface shell was shattered beyond recognition, with dark purple mucus mixed with charred wounds from Black Flame continually seeping out.

It struggled to reconnect the severed roots.

But at this moment, the fatal threat to it was not Black Flame.

But the people surrounding it.

Seven members of Creation Technology, like cold killing machines, were methodically carrying out the hunt.

Positioning precisely formed a circle.

Blocking all possible escape paths for the insect mother.

The twisted spiral eyeball insignia on the uniform black combat suits reflected a cold glow under weak light.

The leading three had a presence deep as the ocean.

Far surpassing the modified martial artists previously encountered, yet weaker than the Grandmaster Chen encountered just earlier.

Two Mystic Martial Artists... and a Holy Judgment Executor!?

Fang Qingyu only needed a glance to roughly discern their tier.

One of them, skinny as bamboo, had hands mutated into two bone hooks glinting with ghostly green phosphorus, slicing through the insect mother's retaliative tendrils with precision.

Another, exceptionally burly, had a body covered in thick, pallid bone armor resembling a walking fortress, using his fists as his martial technique, transforming them into siege hammers, pounding the insect mother's shell with thunderous booms.

And the last Holy Judgment Executor.

Most restrained in presence, and the most dangerous.

He stood slightly away from the circle, atop a protruding black rock, seemingly the commander.

Wearing a bone mask covering the lower half of his face.

His exposed eyes were cold, devoid of any human emotion.

Just as he pressed his hands into the air, an invisible force field with powerful binding enclosed the insect mother, slowing its struggles as if mired in a bog.

The other four were also adept in Micro.

Their transformation varied, with bone blades extending from arms or bone spikes from backs, acting like efficient hunting dogs under the leaders' direction, constantly harassing what seemed to be the weak points of the insect mother.

Cutting through the still-pulsating blood vessels, collecting tissue samples.

Like dissecting laboratory mice.

In the dark beside, Fang Qingyu listened quietly, his brow slightly furrowed.

Looking at the chart.

[Skill Points: 14]

This was all the new Life Ghost rewards collected since entering this special force field!

Currently, there are three Tier One Level Three, plus four modified martial artists of the same realm as Qingyu.

Even if all 14 points were invested into the martial artist's panel.

It seemed... it wouldn't change much.

At most, it could upgrade the Qi Blood and Observation Method stepping into new realms several grades up, or elevate various martial techniques to the Transformation Realm.

But against a sole Tier One Level Three, it's fine.

Facing three simultaneously.

Even possessing the Candlebearer's abilities, truthfully, there was not much certainty.

Thus Fang Qingyu turned to the next page...

Chart, let me see the Candlebearer's limits!!

8 skill points vanished instantly.

[Congratulations, your profession's core skill "Embrace of the Nether Candle: Eternal Night Radiant Armor" has reached Level 3 (0/800)]

[Congratulations, your profession's advanced skill "Eternal Night Curtain" has reached Level 3 (0/800)]

Of course, the final killer move could not be left behind.

The remaining 6 skill points, all disappeared.

[Congratulations, your profession's core skill "Eternal Night's Judgment" has reached Level 3 (0/800)]

This was the current limit of the Candlebearer profession panel.

Even with skill points, only Night Rite and Eternal Night's Trace could be enhanced.

Unless Candlebearer advanced to Level 3.

For Fang Qingyu, the path of the Divine Cultist was the simplest and most efficient route.

Yet compared to martial artists.

The comprehensiveness, and the upper limit, naturally fell short.

"The core activity is rapidly declining! Bone Erosion and Master Zhong Shan, accelerate the extraction of the main nerve bundle nodes! God Binder, please suppress it!" A squad member at the Peak of Micro, cutting away a segment of the pulsating nerve bundle with specialized tools, calmly reported, a hint of pre-mission excitement in the tone.

The believer dubbed "God Binder" nodded slightly, his cold gaze sweeping over the struggling insect mother as if admiring an artwork nearing completion: "Specimen in good condition. After extracting the core, immediately inject the sleeping agent to ensure activity; its genetic sequence will be one of Creation's perfect cornerstones!"

God Binder's voice was calm yet carried an absolute confidence of controlling everything.

In their eyes, this Life Ghost of Profound Tier Peak that had driven Qingjian City to desperation was but meat on the chopping block, a stepping stone to greater power.

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