Chapter 92: The Horror Movie

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a thunderous, earth-shaking roar.

Under Fang Can's powerful kick, Da Li Wang's entire body was buried deep in the earth, sinking three meters into the ground.

"Hehehe!"

In the sky, Fang Can's upper half laughed wildly.

His legs stood firm on the earth like pillars supporting the heavens, while his upper half's coiled small intestine stretched straight, connecting to his spine.

Relying on the support of the small intestine, Fang Can's upper half remained steadily suspended five or six meters above the ground.

"How does it feel, my split-body attack?"

"If not for your combined assault, I never would have realized my body had such immense potential for development."

As he spoke, Fang Can's upper half descended slowly, leaning in to look at the terrified Da Li Wang.

Witnessing a scene reminiscent of a flying head, though the sun was blazing high, everyone felt a chill creeping up their spines.

"Ah-ya, ma-hai-dai-bi-shou-ge-ko-li!"

Every Reincarnator's heart pounded wildly; almost instantly, they concluded in their minds that "this youth is far beyond their ability to fight."

Even Da Li Wang was terrified to death, regretting having provoked the figure before him; this was no feat a human could possibly accomplish.

Have you ever seen anyone survive after shooting bullets from their brain, spinning their intestines like a roulette wheel, and having holes opened in their heart?

'I must run, I absolutely must run.'

Not only Da Li Wang, but the other Reincarnators had quietly retreated, preparing to leave this battlefield of demons.

After all, the current situation clearly showed Fang Can held a massive advantage; they had already employed every tactic available to them and still failed to defeat him.

If they dragged things out any longer, waiting for Fang Can to finish off Da Li Wang, they would be the ones to suffer.

Running might mean survival, but not running certainly meant death.

In an instant, the Reincarnators who had previously gathered to watch the spectacle fled at the first sign of wind, summoning every ounce of strength they possessed, hoping only to get as far away from this devil as possible.

To this, Fang Can turned his head, looking at the scattering Reincarnators with a contemptuous smile: "Want to run? Can you escape?"

As he spoke, Fang Can looked down at his lower half and said, "Go kill them all; let not a single one escape. Leave Da Li Wang to me."

As his words fell, his legs remained motionless.

"I almost forgot, my lower half has no eyes and cannot see," Fang Can realized with sudden clarity, after all, a horse and an anus cannot see.

Previously, the coordination with the upper half relied entirely on instinctual muscle memory; this worked fine in pure combat, but having the lower half track targets was impossible.

However, solving this problem was very simple; since the lower half had no eyes, he could just install one for it.

If Uchiha eyes could be plugged in and used at will, there was no reason Fang Can's own eyes couldn't do the same.

Casually removing his left eye, Fang Can watched as a segment of small intestine from his lower half extended toward him, and he attached his eye to it.

Once Fang Can attached the left eye, the now sight-capable lower half did not hesitate for a moment; it strode forward, charging in the direction a Reincarnator had fled.

Watching his lower half sprint away, Fang Can maneuvered his body to turn around, his face twisted into a grimace: "Now only one and a half of us remain. Do you remember the battle I mentioned just now? I will beat you to death with my bare hands!"

As his words ended, Fang Can's hands acted as feet, resembling a small fist rock, and he charged at Da Li Wang.

The scene that followed would be the brutal slaughter of Da Li Wang!

Meanwhile, on the other side, the entire Z City had plunged into chaos.

Without Fang Can's protection, the rioters began to wreak havoc across the city.

Countless high-rise buildings burned violently; gas stations were blown apart by tanks firing from hundreds of meters away, and corporate towers were reduced to rubble.

Ordinary people who had been hiding were dragged out one by one, tortured to death amidst screams and agony.

And on the highway, a single scene unfolded.

A group of rioters surrounded a woman with a curvaceous figure, their mouths twisted into evil, leering grins.

After staying in prison for so long, they could finally have some fun.

Looking at the woman before them, whose face and figure were both exceptional, they prepared to ravage her at least a hundred times!

"Please, I beg you, spare me," the young girl knelt on the ground in terror, but this only provoked even more arrogant laughter from the men.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Just as they were about to act, a massive roar echoed from the distance; it was the sound of a high-horsepower sports car accelerating at full speed.

But besides the sound of the sports car, there were also mixed in some strange, bizarre roars.

In the blink of an eye, a red sports car shot past several rioters and quickly vanished from sight.

The Reincarnator driving the vehicle pushed the speed to its absolute limit, his eyes filled only with fear: "Faster, go faster!"

"Damn it, driving so fast, be careful not to crash into me."

Watching the sports car disappear, the leader of the rioters shouted, only to hear the massive roar continuing from behind.

It was a series of thunderous impacts, like heavy objects hitting the ground.

Instinctively, they turned around, only to witness a scene of unimaginable horror.

In the distance, a pair of Bai Xi thighs clad in loose, hole-ridden pants were running frantically across the ground.

Above the waist, the legs were completely empty; there was no head, no torso, and no arms, only a two-meter-long, tender pink intestine standing upright like a king cobra.

Embedded at the tip of the intestine was a glistening eyeball, scanning the surrounding environment with its gaze.

With every step the legs took, the earth emitted a dull, heavy thud, followed by the asphalt pavement being crushed into powder, leaving behind distinct footprints.

"Where am I living?" one rioter couldn't help but rub his eyes: "So actually, am I dreaming?"

"That's right, this must be a dream, a terrifying dream, otherwise how could one see such a thing?"

One rioter tried to convince himself, but others had already started running; in the face of unknown danger, who cared about women or not?

But no matter how fast these people ran, they could not escape Fang Can's attack, simply because Fang Can's lower half moved at a speed even more astonishing.

In a mere seven or eight seconds, he covered several hundred meters, then immediately gave chase toward the sports car without any pause.

But just because his footsteps did not stop did not mean Fang Can's small intestine, acting as a visual connector, ceased its actions.

In an instant, the intestine transformed into a flexible tentacle, piercing the hearts of four or five thugs in a flash.

Someone tried to resist, but the next moment their neck was entangled by the small intestine, and amidst terrified screams, they were dragged along.

That woman, having only a moment of dazed confusion, saw the previously arrogant thugs one by one fall powerless into pools of blood, while a series of screams echoed from the distance.

A thug with dyed yellow hair was dragged by the small intestine, leaving a long trail of bloody gore on the ground, his voice gradually growing faint until it settled into silence.

(End of this chapter)