Chapter 4496: Underworld Nineteenth Experimental Subject, Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher

Black mist surged and roiled, and that towering figure finally fully emerged.

But what could be seen was that living being—if it could still be called a living being.

This figure appeared to be a living being formed by forcibly mixing together fragments of many living beings.

The torso was tall and ferocious, its entire body a dull, deathly gray.

The skin was not intact flesh, but seemed to be stitched together from the hides of different species.

There were also black threads stitching and binding them together.

Each thread slowly oozed dark Yellow Spring water, dripping into the void and emitting a hissing corrosive sound.

And that was not all that was heart-stopping.

This towering figure had eight arms on both sides of its body.

Each arm belonged to a different species.

Some were covered in dragon scales, with claws sharp as curved blades.

Some were long and pallid, with exposed joints, fingertips wrapped in netherflame.

Some were covered in bone spurs, muscles knotted, as if from some ancient ferocious tribe.

The eight arms danced in the void like a spider's, inspiring dread.

And what was even more breath-taking was.

Upon this towering torso, there were also as many as three heads!

The central one was a human head, features regular, resembling some ancient powerhouse.

Yet it lacked all vitality, skin deathly pale, eyes pure black, with a black nether nail driven into the brow.

On the left was an ancient beast's head, resembling a suanni, fangs exposed, constantly emitting low roars from its mouth.

On the right was a head of another race, face twisted, a vertical pupil on the forehead, within which countless wandering souls seemed to be reflected.

The twisted towering torso, eight arms of different species, and three heads.

When this figure in the black mist appeared.

Even Lin Ming felt a chill spread through his heart.

If there were others here, they would surely be terrified into immobility, their bodies icy cold, as if fallen into an ice cellar.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at it indifferently, unfazed.

Instead, he gave a faint smile, carrying a hint of teasing.

"The aesthetic of this underworld is indeed somewhat worrying."

"Enjoying experiments, creating living beings is one thing."

"But this appearance is truly unbearable to behold."

Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence pointed out the origin of this eerie, twisted living being.

It came precisely from the underworld!

Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, this eerie twisted living being showed little emotional reaction.

It was originally a carefully crafted experimental product, a killing machine, made by the underworld.

Thus it had no emotions as a living being.

Naturally, there would be no emotional fluctuations.

"I am the underworld's... Nineteenth Experimental Subject, Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher!"

The eerie living being named Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher spoke in a muffled voice.

"Nineteenth Experimental Subject..."

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted.

Earlier, he had encountered the underworld's Twenty-Eighth Experimental Subject, the Null Ghost, whom he had slain.

Now, this Nineteenth Experimental Subject, Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher, was clearly far stronger than that Null Ghost.

This made Jun Xiaoyao think again of Night Pupil.

She had once been imprisoned in the underworld, as its Seventh Experimental Subject.

Night Pupil's own strength was already considerable.

But now it seemed Night Pupil still had vast untapped potential.

Otherwise, she could not have ranked seventh among the underworld's many strange and powerful experimental subjects.

With these thoughts, Jun Xiaoyao's gaze once again fell upon Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher.

"So, you want to act against me?" Jun Xiaoyao said lightly.

"Not you, but you all..."

Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher's gaze shifted again toward Lin Ming.

Although Jun Xiaoyao was his most attractive target.

He also felt from Lin Ming something extremely alluring to him.

It was the Netherworld Sacred Embryo.

This thing would also be absolutely beneficial to Yellow Spring Corpse-Stitcher.

"Do you know I come from the Nine Nether Divine Palace!"

Lin Ming's face darkened, and he could not help but shout.

He was, after all, an unparalleled figure of the Nine Nether Divine Palace.

Being suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao was one thing.

How could this underworld monster dare to set its sights on him?

Although the underworld itself was indeed extremely mysterious and strange.

Even the Heavenly Court does not dare to underestimate it.

But just any random experimental subject dares to say it can deal with him—simply not putting him in their eyes at all.

"Eating you... would be beneficial to me..."

Among the three skulls of the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher, the lion-headed one opened its mouth, fangs bared.

"You..."

Lin Ming's aura swirled around him, his gaze deep and cold.

Jun Xiaoyao said lightly: "It seems the War Clan's War Muyue has already been eaten by you?"

At this moment, on the flesh membrane of the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher's torso.

Suddenly, the outline of a human face protruded prominently.

Its facial features were exactly the likeness of War Muyue!

This scene was enough to make one's heart turn cold to the extreme.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were calm and indifferent.

In the Nine Heavens Tianhe, the forces behind cannot interfere; if dead, then dead.

Even the War Clan would find it hard to settle accounts with the Underworld.

"Jun Xiaoyao... you are quite extraordinary; I really want to eat you directly..."

"But..."

"According to orders, if I can suppress you, I must bring you back."

"You are the Underworld's best research subject."

"And, if I can transform you..."

"Using the Underworld's methods..."

"You will become the strongest apocalyptic-level experimental subject."

"Becoming the Underworld's finest masterpiece throughout history!"

The Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher emitted its mute demonic sound.

Jun Xiaoyao still smiled faintly.

He was not surprised at all.

As early as in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, the Underworld had wanted to capture him, to study the profound mystery of the Myriad Spirits True Blood using him.

Now, they also want to transform him into an apocalyptic-level experimental subject.

"It seems in the Underworld's eyes, I am still a delicacy."

"That is natural." said the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher.

If not for the Underworld's command, it would absolutely not be able to resist, wanting to devour and refine Jun Xiaoyao.

That would be far more beneficial than refining ten thousand War Muyues.

"Unfortunately, you cannot do it."

"Even if I am in the Underworld, you still cannot do anything to me."

Jun Xiaoyao's words are not false.

If he were truly suppressed and captured by the Underworld's existence.

First, not to mention how the Jun Clan would react.

The Cloud Clan, the Tianxu Immortal Dynasty, and other powers would definitely go berserk.

No matter the cost, they would launch an immortal war sweeping the starry sky, and they would definitely bring Jun Xiaoyao back.

Even if the Underworld is again mysterious and unfathomable.

Facing powers like the Cloud Clan, such a hegemon clan, and the Tianxu Immortal Dynasty and others willing to pay any price for war.

Even if the Underworld is as strong as it is, it would still have to shed three layers of skin.

Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao believes this is impossible.

Unless the Underworld is driven to desperation, regardless of cost, also wanting to capture him.

"Book of Death, I want to obtain it."

"Person, also need to be suppressed."

"Jun Xiaoyao, bring back to the Underworld, and also you, to be refined by me..."

The three skulls of the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher emitted cold, mute sounds.

"Seek death!"

Lin Ming really could not tolerate this monster anymore.

Moreover, Jun Xiaoyao is being suppressed, so he must be eaten.

This made Lin Ming's anger flare up greatly.

It seemed as if he wanted to vent all the suppressed unwillingness and frustration in his heart, his anger.

All poured out onto the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher.

He raised his hand and struck toward the Yellow Spring Corpse Stitcher!

Jun Xiaoyao seeing this scene also had a flash of strange color in his eyes.

Nowadays, even the chives are this self-aware, all knowing to protect their master?