Chapter 297: Out of Medicine!

A bunch of senseless beasts.

Su Ming, with one hand supporting the battle flag bearing the character "Han", had eyes colder than that millennial ancient sword.

He slightly lifted his chin.

"Teach it."

"What is… Rule Measure!"

Clang—!!!

No need for a howl, no need for mobilization.

The only response was the uniform, synchronized sound of swords being drawn!

The great way is simple.

Swing the blade!

Swish!

Crimson blade light formed a single line.

Like a bulldozer‑like red tsunami, it pushed straight against the tentacles that rained down from the sky!

Puff puff puff puff!

The sound of slicing meat, dense as a storm pounding a banana leaf.

These chaotic tentacles, before this blade of pure will.

Collapse!

Fracture!

Disintegration!

Purple filthy blood rained from the sky like a storm!

However—

Pfft—!

A sudden mutation erupted.

On the torn meat sections still convulsing on the ground, tiny mouths suddenly split open.

Just like cut earthworms.

Not only did they not die, they swelled violently with the wind!

"Squeak squeak squeak—!"

The shrill screech instantly filled the entire talisman paper space.

Regenerated limbs?

No.

It's damn infinite splitting!

Those tentacle remnants quickly sprouted malformed limbs.

Topped with heads that had no facial features, only a mouth organ.

They turned into hundreds to thousands of 【Bloodflesh Puppet】.

Dense and writhing, twisted.

Like a pot of boiling red maggots, oozing nauseating slime, they surged back toward the heroic spirit defense line.

This is the core disgusting aspect of 【Chaos·Jiu Tun Aggregate】.

Cheater!

As long as the core doesn't die.

Even a single flake of scalp falling can become an independent pollutant!

Infinite nesting dolls!

In the live broadcast, the picture's "san drop" level rose linearly.

Countless Audience watched, their scalp tingling, and claustrophobia erupted on the spot.

"Ugh… This damn cheating is too much, right? The more we hit, the more they appear?!"

"This damn is a biohazard scene, right?"

"If this were a game, my busted graphics card would burn out instantly!"

"Can't finish killing them, impossible to kill!"

…

Center of the battlefield.

Su Ming remained as steady as Mount Tai.

Only his slightly furrowed brows reflected his displeasure.

He already knew this stitched monster wouldn't be easy to handle.

Fighting something like this, the most annoying part isn't how strong it is, but that it…

Filthy!

Chaotic!

Inferior!

Since the scraps can't be cleared.

Then change the strategy.

"All forces…"

Su Ming clenched his fingers on the flagpole tightly.

Charge!

Leave none alive, chop them up and feed the dogs!

Boom—!

Still no roar, still a chilling silence.

But this heroic spirit from a thousand years ago responds with the most decisive action.

Step forward!

Leap!

The steel defense line that was strictly guarded instantly turned into a launched arrow!

Countless gray heroic spirits, wielding remnants of soldiers.

Like moths flying into flame, they crashed straight into the nauseating tide of flesh worms!

Puff! Puff! Puff!

Where the blade passes, severed limbs are flung.

Kill!!!

Tragic!

Every second, several flesh puppets are hacked into mush, turning into black smoke that dissipates.

Every second, heroic spirits' bodies become transparent, even shattering in mid‑air.

But it does not end.

Roar—!

In the distance, that massive flesh mountain seems enraged, spewing countless black vapors again.

The black vapor hits the ground, reshaping into new flesh puppets.

Endlessly, without limit!

And on this side.

After the heroic spirits disperse, the shattered souls likewise do not return to heaven and earth.

Instead they become four or five smaller, fainter gray light clusters.

Like a spark of a star.

Though no longer humanoid, they still retain the instinct to charge.

Like individual human‑flesh bombs, they crazily slam into those flesh puppets, triggering violent spirit explosions!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Self‑destruct!

Using their last thread of existence to exchange for the enemy's demise!

This is a war of attrition with no retreat, no death, no cease.

It is Han Spirit!

……

Su Ming stands at the rear, expressionless.

The heroic spirit value on the Han Soul Unquiet Flag, accumulated from the Wuhou Shrine, is dropping rapidly!

Every second, the number burns…

"Really damn wasteful…"

Su Ming's mouth twitches slightly, his heart bleeding.

This time it's used up; next time if I want to assemble such a strictly ordered team…

I don't know how many years it'll take before I can go to some ancient battlefield to restock.

But he does not move.

He also does not let the heroic spirits retreat.

He certainly does not choose to draw his sword now to unleash a peerless strike.

Because…

Su Ming lifts his eyelids; those golden‑glinting eyes pierce the battlefield, gazing at the distant flesh mountain still spewing black vapor.

Within a fifty‑meter radius around that monster, the air is completely twisted.

Purple‑black steam, like an inverted poisonous shield, holds that creature tightly in the center.

The Rule there is completely broken.

Gravity chaotic, elements rampaging, corrosiveness maxed.

One can even imagine.

If a flesh body approaches that zone, it instantly becomes like a sugar cube tossed into royal water.

Not even residue remains!

"My flesh is hard, but not hard enough to withstand Rule‑level damage to the face."

Moreover, the most crucial point—

The medicine is insufficient.

High‑quality Source Blood stock is scarce.

Outside, Yu Zao Qian and Da Tian Gou, two fully‑charged BOSSes, are waiting to scavenge.

If we hard‑fight this mad dog here, braving its tentacles, we'd deal a thousand damage to the enemy but lose eight hundred ourselves.

After beating this one, he'll just lie flat and be mocked.

"Can't go all‑out; must consume first!"

Su Ming looked at the flag in his hand, his gaze complicated.

His heart was unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

The merciful do not command troops.

In the current situation, any impulse could cause a total loss.

All he has to do is wait!

"Eat, go ahead and eat."

Su Ming watched the increasingly feeble Han banner.

"I'll trade my great Han heroic spirit for the consumption of your whole turtle‑shell body."

"This deal…"

"Even though the flesh hurts, I must win!"

The opponent over there seemed endless.

In reality, each time it spawns a flesh puppet, each second that terrifying chaotic field persists,

it consumes the already unstable core energy inside it!

It's bleeding!

And it's a major artery bleed!

As long as the heroic soul legion can hold its tentacles, forcing it to keep regenerating and maintain that high‑energy defensive stance,

it will weaken!

"Squeak—!"

In the center of the battlefield, a slightly larger flesh puppet had just crushed a heroic spirit's arm.

The next second.

Swish!

Three gray after‑images swept by simultaneously.

Three broken swords, from three dead angles, stabbed into its body at once, pinning it to the ground like a specimen.

Immediately after, a heroic soul with only half a body.

Without any hesitation, bearing a death‑bound resolve, it rammed its head into it!

Bang!

Both perished together!

Was it tragic?

Tragic!

But effective!

Kill! Kill!

Kill!

Time passed.

The black vapor that had once been as dense as ink around the meat mountain began to visibly thin.

The chaotic field that could vaporize everything in an instant also shrank bit by bit.

Fifty meters…

Forty meters…

Thirty meters…

The monster's roar, though still deafening,

but if you listen closely, you can hear a hint of weakness and agitation.

It's frantic!

Its chaotic brain, though unable to devise complex tactics,

still its animal instinct tells it that it is being bled!

"Roar!!!"

Suddenly, the Jiu Tun aggregate let out a roar.

It stopped spewing flesh puppets.

Its originally massive, bloated body contracted inward as if a vacuum had been drawn.

All its tentacles retracted!

Like a spring being compressed!

"Hmm?"

Su Ming was startled; the flagpole in his hand tightened instantly, his muscles tensing.

An extremely dangerous feeling surged straight toward the Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Contraction?"

"No!"

"It's compression!"

"This damn thing..."

"Is it trying to swell up?!"