They also needed a backup plan, to retain a sanctuary for humanity.
Zhangsun Yao’s expression fluctuated several times. The benefit of having her own Hidden Room was undeniable; it was a springboard to Level 35, Level 38, and even the pinnacle of strength, requiring only the absorption of some soul fragments that wouldn’t affect her main personality.
She urgently needed strength to acquire as much might as possible before the destined time point, ultimately to rescue her parents.
She finally made up her mind, opened her mouth, about to agree to Director T’s proposal, but suddenly her whole body stiffened, losing all strength.
Emotions of shock, fear, and confusion rose, her eyelids uncontrollably drooped down.
The last scene in her vision was Li Cheng supporting her shoulders, sending her back into the war vehicle carriage. Then her consciousness scattered, and she fell into a coma.
"Hmm?? When did you make your move?!"
Not only Zhangsun Yao was at a loss, Director T took two steps back, frowning deeply—Zhangsun Yao was evidently knocked out by Li Cheng, even he, as an exceptional being, hadn’t noticed and was affected.
"About half a minute ago."
Li Cheng flipped his palm, astonishingly taking out an empty broken bowl from his sleeve.
[Item Name: Deadly Poison]
[Special Effect: Soft entrance, a thread to the throat. After injection, consumption, or absorption, it can cause the target to be poisoned. It can be effective on any form of life (plants and animals, spiritual bodies, silicon-based life, undead creatures, gouzhuang, mythological creatures)]
The natural volatilization of the poison wasn’t enough to knock out Zhangsun Yao or poison Director T,
so Li Cheng silently used the gene modification ability he plundered from that large group,
first splitting a tiny mouth at the calf area, then combining the [Deadly Poison] in the bowl with the last item Green Dragon Poison Gas from the Dragon Breath skill,
distributing the poison in the form of minute gas, evenly spreading it in the surrounding air.
"Cough, cough—" Gray Rain, mistakenly harmed by the poison gas, coughed twice, her metal hair falling quickly, startling her into frantic disarray as she hurriedly dug out a rice cooker from the Three-dimensional Warehouse to put on top of her head.
Director T, the main target, vomited blood in great gulps, his face visibly thinning.
The Vietnamese woman’s poison and his own origin could cause percentage damage.
Laughing in extreme anger, the director’s face was gloomy, hoarsely saying, "If you disagree yourself, fine, but not allowing others to willingly merge—isn’t that excessive?"
"Not excessive at all."
Li Cheng, unhurried, heavily slashed his chest with the Liangyi Blade, switching to Insect Transformation Form.
With a dense cracking sound like popcorn, his musculature and skeleton reformed, his height rising again to about three meters.
His head sported skyward-pointing horns, his shoulders and chest were covered with a heavy matte shell, and the gaps between the shells were filled with dark red muscle fibers.
The bright blue compound eyes on either side occupied most of his face, providing a 180° wide-angle view. Thorns grew at his elbow and ankle positions, a streamlined back sprouted two rows of six chimney-shaped vector jets.
The original Mantis Arm Bone Blade now mixed with more metallic elements, sharp and elongated, closely attached to the side of his arms. Fresh chapters posted on n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
And behind him, a thick long tail extended along the end of his spine.
Li Cheng emitted a deep breath, his nose and mouth covered by a faceplate; now his respiratory organs were spread all over his body, especially concentrated around a circle of breathing holes on his neck.
The sound effect of the breathing holes was akin to Darth Vader’s respirator from Star Wars.
Insect Transformation Li Cheng slightly leaned his body forward, the Mantis Arm Bone Blade quietly unfolding, murkily saying, "I said, Cai Anjie’s destiny should never have been ."
In the next instant, all twelve vector jets on his back blasted blue flames, propelling him forward in a burst.