Impressive? Li Ang had seen his fair share of grand scenes. With a chuckle, he tied a flashlight to the drone and flew it straight through the front entrance.

The first-floor lobby, resembling a concrete sarcophagus, was extremely spacious. Its trendy, faux-sunlight bulbs had all extinguished after the power outage.

A beam of light tore through the near-eternal darkness.

Utilizing the 4K camera's twofold optical zoom, Li Ang gained a clear view of the lobby.

It was a world of... flesh.

The ground, walls, and ceiling—every surface—was covered with writhing flesh.

These chunks of flesh were generally bright red and covered by a thin layer of white fascia. Numerous fine tubes were distributed within this fascia.

Every time the flesh quivered, the tubes in the fascia would pulsate like a water pump, transporting deep yellow pus to every corner of the flesh.

Tumor-like growths, each as tall as a person, clung to the flesh like fruit on branches. They were densely scattered across the Mycelium Carpet, greedily absorbing the pus delivered by the fascia.

The tumors would contract and expand every few seconds, cycling continuously, like relentlessly beating hearts.

All sorts of grotesque, giant, deformed monsters, even stranger and more terrifying than the Mothmen Li Ang had encountered, lay comfortably and serenely on the Flesh Fungi Blanket.

An elephant with its tongue replaced by a large slug;

A winged tiger skinned alive;

A hybrid insect, half-cockroach, half-mantis;

A tripedal goat with hundreds of human arms on its back.

All the monsters seemed to have sprung from the Creator's most chaotic and nightmarish dreams, their bodies bristling with tubes grown from the Mycelium Carpet, much like patients on hospital beds covered in IV drips.

The tubes of the Mycelium Carpet wriggled, slowly yet firmly infusing pus into the monsters' bodies and expelling a now somewhat clearer fluid through other tubes.

Outside the building, Wanli Fengdao, standing next to Li Ang and looking at the control device's display panel, felt a tickle in his throat.

The chaotic spectacle inside was filled with a malice towards human rationality. Even without hearing any sounds or smelling any scents from within, the mere sight was enough to cause physical discomfort.

The drone's light did not attract the monsters' attention at all. Occasionally, the dreaming creatures would subconsciously move their heads to consume the tumor-fruits near their mouths.

POP! With a wet squelch, they crushed the leathery, balloon-like tumors, chewing and swallowing them.

"What the hell..." Wanli Fengdao held back the urge to vomit and said with disgust, "What are these freaks?"

"Mutants."

Stonemason said seriously, "These things are mutants. Previously, when we tried to sneak in through the main entrance, merely stepping on the Flesh Fungi Blanket alerted the monsters. That layer of Mycelium Carpet seems to have a detection and perception function; any change in weight can Trigger a response from it, awakening the mutants on the Flesh Fungi Blanket to attack intruders."

Stonemason's combat squad could easily deal with one mutant and could barely handle two or three.

But in this lobby, at a rough count, there were at least thirty or forty, not counting the smaller mutants hidden in the shadows of the tumors.

"Anyway, we'll climb through the windows on the building's exterior to the third floor. Then, using the ropes we've previously set up, we'll descend to the first floor without touching the ground, gradually approaching the elevator room in the first-floor lobby."

Stonemason looked towards Li Ang and the others standing nearby and spoke earnestly, "We barely touched the Flesh Fungi Blanket earlier and were chased by a gigantic jaguar for half a block. Be careful later on, and don't Trigger the Mycelium Carpet's automatic counterattack function."

The players nodded. Li Ang, without his expression changing or his heart skipping a beat, commanded the drone to hover in place. Thischapterwasmadepossiblebythecommunityat*.

He then followed Stonemason and the others to the building's wall, climbed the vines to the third floor, slipped through a window, and lay flat on the window frame.

With several windows, the third story of the building wasn't very dark. By the faint sunlight, they could see the steel ropes Stonemason and his team had left in the room.

The ropes stretched across the air, one end tied to an iron nail on the exterior wall, and the other end firmly fixed to the room's opposite wall with a launcher.

Stonemason took the lead, reaching for a rope like an ape and climbing up. Without touching the ground, he slowly made his way along the rope to the other end of the wall.

The remaining players followed suit, playing Tarzan for a bit.

After Stonemason climbed to the other side of the wall, he took a launcher from his backpack and fired a rope-attached spike towards the doorway.

PFFT! The steel spike drove into the area bordering the flesh without drawing the Mycelium Carpet's attention. Like masked robbers sneaking into a vault, the group managed to quietly descend to the left rear of the first-floor hall without triggering any of the Mycelium Carpet's traps.

In this place, the Flesh Fungi Blanket was a bit thinner, and there were fewer fruit-like tumors.

Consequently, seven or eight medium-sized mutants lurked there. Although their size wasn't as exaggerated as a jaguar's, they were still as large as buses or small cars.

Perhaps because the Flesh Fungi Blanket was sparser here, these mutants were still quite alert, shaking their heads and slowly pacing on the spot.

Whenever a new tumor-fruit appeared, they would rush forward, snatching and swallowing it, not hesitating to attack each other and scratch each other bloody in the process.

The elevator room was the only passage to the main area of the underground laboratory. But to get into the elevator room, they had to pass by these seven or eight mutants.

In fact, the six players weren't afraid to face these mutants head-on; they were quite confident they could resolve the battle in a very short time.

The only troublesome part was that once the fight began, they would inevitably make contact with the Flesh Fungi Blanket, alerting it and drawing the many other mutants from the hall.

By then, whether they chose to flee or force their way through, the difficulty would have significantly increased, and the slightest carelessness could result in casualties.

Stonemason, lying on the steel rope, took a deep breath. He retrieved a piece of jaguar flesh the size of a car from his backpack and threw it onto the Mycelium Carpet below.

The instant it made contact, the Mycelium Carpet reacted—a dozen or so tubes writhed like octopus tentacles, drilling into the jaguar's mutilated body and sucking its fresh flesh like straws.

Stonemason gave his companions a look, then leaped from the rope, landing precisely on the jaguar's mutilated body.

A mutant resembling a three-headed ostrich seemed to hear something. It turned its head to look at Stonemason and was about to screech an alarm when a Thin Sword pierced the neck of its left head.

Black Holy Son and Zhuang Pengpai each threw down chunks of flesh to land on, while Li Ang and the others also jumped down from the rope, helping to dispatch the mutants that had noticed them.

Eliminating everyone who discovers you—that's the true meaning of 'infiltration.'