Sun Hang pushed the young official into the warehouse and casually shut the iron door.

The next second, the lock on the iron door "melted" into a single lump of iron, and the gap between the door panel and the frame disappeared, turning into one piece.

At this moment, the short guy who ran the fastest had already rushed to the supermarket entrance and fired another shot at the girl lying on the ground.

The sound of the lead bullet tearing through flesh was like a stimulant, causing the short guy to let out an excited cry. He raised a foot to flip the girl's body over and shot her again in the front.

"Enough, Monkey, stop playing!" the big man holding a shield said in a low voice, "Before the City Defense Guard arrives, quickly load the supplies onto the car, and burn the rest!"

Sun Hang was hiding in the corner of the supermarket, with a stack of boxes taller than a person concealing his body, making the three people mistakenly think that everyone inside had escaped through the back door, leaving no one behind.

If the enemies were just ordinary humans, Sun Hang would act without hesitation. But with an infectee in the mix, he had to think twice before acting.

He could smell the distinct scent of the infectee but could not discern the strength or weakness of the enemy—Sun Hang wasn't sure if this "shielding" effect came from the infectee's ability or some external force.

"What are you afraid of? With Big Brother here, even if the City Defense Guard comes, they're only going to get themselves killed!" the short guy, referred to as Monkey, shouted.

"What if we attract a Mysterious Creature Hunter? Can you, you mutt, stop bouncing around like someone with hyperthyroidism?" the big man scolded.

"Hunter? Didn't Big Brother just kill one yesterday?" Skinny Monkey said indifferently.

This guy took out a Mysterious Creature Hunter?

Sun Hang was stunned for a moment.

In Tianfu City, there were only him and Wang Xiyi left as Hunters, and Wang Xiyi was at his home last night... So the Hunter killed must have been from the reinforcement troops.

But why wasn't there any news about it yesterday? Was his clearance not high enough to receive the information, or had the body not been found?

According to the Xiazhou Federation's regulations, a Hunter is considered missing after forty-eight hours of being uncontactable during a mission. Not even twenty-four hours had passed yet, and if the body hadn't been discovered nor had there been any witnesses, the Disaster Response Committee probably assumed the Hunter was executing a task in a signal-blocked area.

To be capable of killing a Mysterious Creature Hunter meant this infectee was very dangerous—Sun Hang had encountered few Hunters and wasn't sure what the average level of Hunters across the Federation was. However, if he were to face Wang Xiyi one-on-one now, he estimated his chances of winning would not be above fifty percent.

Especially when Wang Xiyi beastified. She could attack from high in the air out of reach of mycelia using Fireball breaths—in such combat, Sun Hang was entirely helpless against her.

"But I can't just watch them burn all the supplies..." Sun Hang thought a bit and decided to take the initiative.

A mycelium strand, finer than a strand of hair, silently spread along the cracks of floor tiles to the outside of the supermarket, slowly creeping towards the infectee standing by the car, utilizing the drainage channels and the cover of night.

Just as the mycelium was about to reach the infectee's feet, the ground beneath him suddenly collapsed!

A huge crevasse appeared without warning where he stood, swallowing him whole, while the sneaky mycelium took advantage, instantly splitting into tens of thousands of branches and penetrating his body from all directions as he lost balance!

The infectee let out a roar of anger, frantically tearing at the mycelium penetrating his body. However, the rate of mycelium multiplication far outpaced his destruction speed. Within seconds, he was encased in countless mycelium strands, forming a massive cocoon.

More accurately, this massive cocoon resembled the Iron Maiden, a brutal medieval torture device of the Europa Empire, with countless mycelium strands sharper than piano wires piercing, cutting, and shredding his body from the inside.

Boiling blood sprayed from the gaps in the cocoon, severing a streetlight pole, and everything it touched began emitting dense white smoke, as if doused with strong acid.

Two drops of blood splattered on the arm of the violent thug with the bolt-action rifle. He frantically wiped it with his sleeve, but at just one touch, chunks of skin and flesh rolled off, revealing the bare white bone beneath.

Due to the extreme rapidity of nerve collapse, he felt no pain, yet the area of his body being corroded continued to expand... Soon, with nothing left of him but his body below the waist, kneeling on both knees amid a pool of sticky pus.

Meanwhile, in the supermarket corner, Sun Hang leaned against the wall, gasping heavily—the feeling of nearly drowning gradually receded, and his vision slowly shifted from black and white back to color.

"Huff... Puff..."

He realized he nearly pushed it too far.

After creating "Ji 2796" to kill the Taisui, Sun Hang conducted numerous experiments with this "control" ability—not only metal, but wood, stone, plastic, even liquids and gases, he could control to some extent. However, the "Spiritual Power" consumption varied with different materials.

Metal was relatively the most "sensitive" material; Sun Hang needed only a tiny bit of Spiritual Power to levitate a nut in his palm. Gases were the hardest to manipulate, next came liquids.

Sun Hang once tried to freeze all the blood within a fish, but after exhausting himself nearly to unconsciousness, the fish on the chopping board was still lively—frustrated, Sun Hang split the fish belly with a knife, finding only some ice shards, not much bigger than gravel.

Sun Hang termed this property "sensitivity"; the higher the sensitivity, the easier the material to manipulate, and vice versa.

Just now, he manipulated the concrete, which had a sensitivity second only to metal.

Originally, he intended to create some fissures to restrain the infectee's movement, but unexpectedly, he exerted too much force and directly formed a pit over ten meters deep on the ground.

Sun Hang found it difficult to control the "extent" of this ability. He couldn't identify a standard way of manipulation, relying on his mind to "imagine" to activate his power—this imagination posed a deadly problem: human thoughts have no fixed boundaries, and one careless mistake might lead to being undermined by negative effects from overusing the ability.

In fantasy works, magic at least contains a standard procedure like casting spells, but if the procedure becomes purely imagination—imagine a mage apprentice wanting to cast the simplest Fireball spell but accidentally envisioning a Blast Flame Skill or even some forbidden spells, what might occur?

According to normal logic, nothing would happen; the magic elements wouldn't respond to the apprentice's call because mana has its limits. Once it maxes out, no more mana can be drawn for spells like Flame Burst Skills or forbidden spells.

But Sun Hang was different.

His "mana bar" is like his bank account, damn it, overdraft enabled.

If he imagines casting a forbidden spell, the result is his "mana bar" would be indefinitely overdrawn, dragging his "health bar" along for the ride—until the forbidden spell is successfully cast, or until he turns to dust…

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