211: Chapter 211 Devouring the Gray Mist!

Representative Shen Zheng looked up.

Pang Desheng picked up his teacup, his fleshy fingers gently rubbing the rim.

"Isn't he the Longjiang Governor..."

"There are so many exotic beasts on the wasteland."

"With a little guidance, we can easily have them slaughter one or two of his cities, then have Lord Chu step in to pull some strings. Wouldn't that solve it? Why make it so complicated?"

Representative Shen Zheng froze for a moment.

Then, his eyes lit up.

Indeed!

Why must we confront him head-on?

A beast tide slaughtering a city.

Failing to defend the city.

Being prosecuted for dereliction of duty.

An individual's martial power is always limited. It's not like he can slaughter all the exotic beasts near the Seven Cities!

Being a Governor is not that easy.

Exotic beasts attacking the cities.

Casualties among the defenders.

Will Su Ming take responsibility or not?

"Furthermore, doesn't he have three thousand Wilderness Suppression Bureau soldiers?" Pang Desheng put down his teacup, his fat trembling. "If casualties occur, and they just happen to die under a spear, that's very reasonable, right?"

Reasonable, very reasonable.

It's so damn reasonable!

Representative Shen Zheng clenched his fists.

"City Lord Pang is brilliant."

Pang Desheng waved his hand. "Not at all, not at all. It is all for the country and the people."

He paused.

"However, this must be done as soon as possible. That kid Su Ming is growing too fast. If we delay any longer..."

Representative Shen Zheng nodded. "I understand."

The two looked at each other.

An unspoken understanding passed between them.

...

Dead Silence Forbidden Zone.

Su Ming hovered at the edge, looking down at the desolate land beneath him.

The Wings of the Sky gently flapped.

He reached out his right hand.

His fingertips poked into the gray mist.

No reaction.

He moved further forward.

His arm plunged into the gray mist.

Still no reaction.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes.

He leaned forward.

His entire body submerged into the gray mist. A faint sensation of corrosion washed over him, but it was harmless.

With a flap of his wings, he swept forward.

In the next instant...

"Buzz—"

The battle suit on his body suddenly trembled!

Su Ming looked down.

The Scarlet Dancer exploded with countless threads!

Blood-red tentacles surged frantically from the surface of the battle suit, dense and numerous, dancing wildly in the air like countless tiny feelers.

They were devouring the surrounding gray mist!

Su Ming was stunned.

You eat this?

You're really not a picky eater!

The threads stretched longer and multiplied, gushing out from all over his body like an exploding hairball.

Su Ming observed closely.

He activated the All-encompassing Heavenly Pupil.

The gray mist presented a complex structure in his vision.

The Scarlet Dancer was not eating everything; it was filtering, only devouring a specific component within the gray mist.

That was...

Metal powder!

Extremely minute free-state metallic substances suspended within the gray mist.

The Scarlet Dancer was devouring these metallic microparticles.

It wanted nothing else.

It chose only this.

Su Ming's mind raced.

What had happened inside the forbidden zone to cause such a massive amount of metallic matter to be crushed into microparticles?

The Scarlet Dancer's craving for this metal powder was beyond imagination.

The threads became denser and denser.

Within a three-meter radius, the gray mist frantically surged toward Su Ming, forming a backward-flowing cyclone!

As time passed,

the range expanded further and further!

"Rumble—"

The gray mist poured in from all directions as if it had gone mad.

The gray wall of mist in the sky, which was originally static, now seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a massive whirlpool.

At the center of the whirlpool, Su Ming looked like a bristling hairball.

Like a ball of fur.

The gray mist grew thicker and denser, almost turning solid, but as soon as it came within three feet of Su Ming...

it was entirely reduced to powder!

And precipitated!

Those metallic microparticles were completely devoured by the Scarlet Dancer, while the remaining Impurities drifted to the ground.

Su Ming hovered in mid-air.

The battle suit on his body writhed non-stop.

An hour later!

The Scarlet Dancer underwent a change.

It transformed from a soft fabric state into a hard armor form.

His chest, shoulders, and forearms were all covered in a layer of dark red scale armor, with silver patterns flowing across the surface.

Two hours!

The battle suit continued to change.

The scale armor began to writhe.

Like a living thing.

The Scarlet Dancer was transforming into a living battle armor!

Even Su Ming was shocked.

What on earth is this thing?!

It was continuously evolving, and its evolution speed was ridiculously fast.

Fine ripples rose across the surface of the battle suit.

Heaving like breaths.

From a symbiote, to armor, and then to...

He couldn't describe what state this was—an existence somewhere between equipment and a living organism.

Like some kind of special living being.

Another half hour passed.

Finally...

It was full.

The threads retracted, weaving back into a battle suit form that covered his entire body.

His surroundings became much clearer; within a three-kilometer radius, the gray mist had thinned to the point of being almost transparent.

Su Ming glanced down.

On the surface of the battle suit, a tiny thread poked out from the collar and gently rubbed against his cheek.

Warm.

Soft.

Carrying a strange sense of satisfaction.

Like a kitten acting spoiled.

"..."

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched.

This little thing...

It was becoming more and more sentient, already able to precisely convey simple thoughts.

He raised his hand.

With a thought,

the battle suit on his body flowed like quicksilver, gathering toward his right hand.

After a few breaths,

a scarlet spear condensed and took shape.

The entire shaft of the spear was dark red, with silver patterns flowing across its surface. The spearhead was sharp, emitting a chilling cold light.

Su Ming weighed it in his hand.

It felt solid and was of moderate weight.

He twirled the spear.

Its resilience was extremely high, not inferior to the Star Abyss Spear at all.

And on his body...

his ordinary clothes remained virtually unchanged.

Su Ming narrowed his eyes.

The spear dispersed.

The threads flowed back.

Weaving back into the battle suit to cover his entire body.

Su Ming raised his hand.

And pointed a finger!

"Chi—"

An extremely thin scarlet thread shot out violently from his fingertip!

It was incredibly fast!

The thread extended for hundreds of meters!

In the distance, a Dumb Crow that was devouring carrion suddenly raised its head.

In the next instant,

"Puff—"

the thread pierced through its skull.

The Dumb Crow died on the spot.

"[Killed a Dumb Crow, refinement points +18]"

Su Ming retracted the thread.

Very strong!

In every aspect, it was not inferior to the Star Abyss Spear at all, and was even superior in some ways.

Since that was the case...

Su Ming took down the star abyss spear from his back.

He placed his finger on the spear's shaft.

The Scarlet Dancer's threads poked out, rubbing against the spear's shaft.

Then they retracted.

Rather reluctantly.

A faint feeling of resistance.

It was like being used to delicacies and finding it hard to stomach coarse grain.

Su Ming curled his lip.

The star abyss mysterious iron is a top-tier mineral after all.

And you're actually turning your nose up at it?

The Scarlet Dancer hesitated for quite a while, but in the end, it exploded with countless threads, wrapping around the Star Abyss Spear.

Enveloping, tightening, corroding...

The Star Abyss Spear rapidly dissolved.

The Scarlet Dancer trembled as it swallowed, like a child being forced to take medicine.

It transmitted a...

feeling of disgust.

Tastes bad, don't want to eat, but must keep swallowing.

Ten minutes later,

the Star Abyss Spear vanished, leaving only a pile of grayish-white powder on the ground.

The threads retracted back onto Su Ming's body, clinging to him obediently, no longer moving.

The corner of Su Ming's mouth twitched.

This little thing...

actually has emotions now.

With a flap of his wings, Su Ming swept toward Iron Curtain City.

A stream of light pierced through the gray mist.

Behind him, the gray whirlpool slowly dissipated.

...

The heart of the Central Plains.

Three silver streams of light pierced through the sky.

Xuan Yin flew at the very front, with Zhou Yan and Pei Ling following closely behind.

"How much longer?" Zhou Yan asked in the channel.

Xuan Yin glanced at his tactical terminal.

"Half an hour."

Pei Ling's voice came through. "Where is that guy right now?"

Xuan Yin pulled up the map.

A red dot was marked on it,

moving rapidly.

"He has entered the Dead Silence Forbidden Zone," Xuan Yin narrowed his eyes. "His speed is quite fast."

Zhou Yan clicked his tongue. "Tsk tsk, what's wrong with him? Can't he just live a good life? Why must he go to Iron Curtain City to pick a fight?"

No one answered.

The three of them accelerated.

The silver streams of light dragged three white trails behind them, sweeping violently toward Iron Curtain City...