Chapter 32: A reinforced closed loop of the Trinity!

Qin Feng roared.

The convoy, like an arrow leaving the string, headed toward the riverbank that had returned to calm, making a final charge!

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Inside the communicator, it rang nonstop.

"Team One, Team Two in position!"

"Team Three, Team Four in position!"

"Group Leader Qin! We've completed the encirclement around the target area!"

"Good!"

Qin Feng's eyes turned sharp.

"Everyone disembark! Split up and search immediately!"

"Quick!"

Soon, Qin Feng's group finally reached the riverbank.

In view, a scene of utter chaos!

"Hiss!"

On the ground lay clear battle traces—

The reeds were all broken, soil flying.

And there lay a body that was neither human nor ghost.

Beside it stood a strange‑looking altar.

Left and right were completely different!

Qin Feng made a quick decision.

"Quick! Photograph the scene! Collect blood samples!"

"Lin Wan, use Energy Reversal!"

Lin Wan nodded, likewise not daring to delay, closed her eyes, and the unease in her heart grew stronger.

"Hum—"

A soft blue halo spread outward from her.

But the next second—

"Pfft—"

Her delicate body shuddered violently, and blood spurted out!

Her already somewhat wan complexion instantly turned as white as paper.

She then collapsed backward, fainting.

"Lin Wan!"

Qin Feng startled, grabbing her in one swift motion.

"Quick, the medic!"

"Drip… drip…"

In the sky, water droplets began to fall.

"Boom—"

A bolt of lightning tore the Sky Vault.

"It's raining…"

Qin Feng muttered to himself.

The time had reached twelve o'clock sharp.

Bean‑sized raindrops instantly merged into a curtain of rain.

"Damn!"

Qin Feng, furious and frustrated, kicked the ground hard.

He knew, everything was too late!

All the clues were once again washed clean by that damned Gray Rain!

The altar, gone!

The blood on the ground, gone!

That eerie corpse, gone!

"Captain, we… we aren't completely empty‑handed!"

"At least before the Gray Rain, we collected a few drops of blood!"

"We also captured the scene and that strange altar on camera!"

Qin Feng gritted his teeth.

"Report to headquarters!"

"At the same time, work overtime!"

"Centered here, launch a large‑scale search of the surroundings!"

"Don't startle the enemy, stay safe!"

He lifted his head, gazing at the night sky illuminated by lightning.

This job is damn hard…

"Just which deity is behind this!!!"

2:15 a. m.

"Creak—"

The iron gate of the Slaughterhouse was slowly pushed open by a hand.

Su Ming barely shuffled in.

If it had been two days ago, it would have been at most a one‑hour journey.

This time, it took him a full two‑plus hours.

First, his injuries slowed him down; he couldn't walk fast.

Second, in this condition, he dared not take the main road.

Gray Rain can wash away traces, though.

But no one can be sure whether there are other hunters in the rainy night!

Su Ming dragged his battered body straight into the basement.

"Thump… thump…"

The heartbeat of the Crimson Throne sounded unusually clear at this moment.

It seemed… to be welcoming his return.

Su Ming clenched his teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and in a few swift pulls tore off the tattered T‑shirt that had long lost its original shape.

From head to toe his body was covered with wounds, a sight that shocked the eyes.

Su Ming took off his Windwalker Boots.

Relying on external objects is ultimately a path to death.

Only power that fuses into bone and blood is eternal!

"Farewell forever."

Su Ming solemnly placed the blue boots at the center of the altar.

"Sss—!!"

The blood‑flesh tendrils on the altar sprang to life instantly.

Like hungry leeches, they frantically burrowed into the boots.

The blue light flickered wildly a few times, then was completely devoured by the crimson.

At the altar's center, a brand‑new glass bottle slowly solidified.

Su Ming, trembling, extended his right hand and grasped it.

The liquid inside the bottle was visibly thousands of times thicker than before!

Name: Source Blood

Quality: Excellent

Function: After absorption, it can greatly boost the whole body's Qi and blood, permanently solidifying them.

"Greatly boost…"

Su Ming pulled the cork, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

"Boom!!!"

Pure energy surged like magma entering the sea, roaring through his veins.

Su Ming let out a low hum; the force slammed him so hard he could barely stay upright.

His previously pale skin instantly turned a vivid red.

He could clearly feel a dense, tingling itch at the site of his broken ribs.

His bones were wildly growing and healing!

The gruesome wounds on his chest and abdomen were doing the same!

"This… this is the true power of Source Blood!"

Su Ming felt the changes throughout his body, his eyes growing ever more excited.

"This thing… at the brink of death, is the most useful life‑extending Blood Bottle!"

Force it like a bull!

Su Ming sat in the basement for a long while, letting the Qi and blood circulate within him, repairing every injury.

Only after that scorching sensation completely faded did he slowly rise to his feet.

He moved his left arm a bit.

Though still a bit stiff and painful, he could barely lift it.

Miracle!

The once terrifying, gruesome wounds had now begun to scab over.

"The body modified by Source Blood has an abnormally monstrous regeneration!"

Su Ming was full of amazement, then his mind shifted and he took the Soul Dagger in his hand again.

With the dagger in hand, his thoughts unexpectedly calmed.

Tonight's life‑and‑death line gave him a deeper bond with this weapon.

A perfect, trinity‑like reinforced closed loop fully formed in his mind—

The Black Egg requires a massive amount of fresh blood.

The Soul Dagger needs the souls, grudges and fear brought by slaughter.

He himself needs to hone his skill and master the power through continual killing.

"So, tomorrow… continue to kill chickens."

Su Ming smiled.

"With each slash, the three of us grow stronger!"

After the excitement, the cold rationality regained the upper hand.

He returned to the bedroom, went to the window, opened a crack, and looked toward Xijiao Hetan.

The commotion tonight is too great.

The sky is filled with Red Light, and a life‑and‑death clash with Black Light Calamity…

He thought of the woman he met at the Vegetable Market.

She could be called a Humanoid Radar!

Su Ming's complexion gradually grew grim.

"The area where Red Light appears is really too large; it might truly be impossible to hide!"

"And… from the first day until now, Jiangzhou has already seen it twice!"

"According to Official's capability, as long as we study more and finalize, we can definitely pinpoint the approximate location!"

He looked around the modest bedroom.

"If I can't stay here… where should I go?"

"And the Crimson Throne can't be taken either!"

A strong sense of crisis shadows him.

He must become stronger before Official or other forces locate it.

Strong enough to contend, even crush all threats!

"Alas!"

His thoughts swirled, finally turning into a long sigh.

"No more thinking, sleep!"

Physical fatigue and mental excitement intertwined.

Too tired.

He closed his eyes and, in an instant, sank into slumber.

But!

The city's undercurrents have only just begun to accelerate!