CHAPTER 527: CHAPTER 526 HUMAN FACE

"..."

Gongyang Han took a deep breath, his hands meeting in front of his body, fingers intertwined as he formed a complex hand seal, his body trembling slightly as if bearing immense pressure.

With Gongyang Han’s trembling, the sinister shadow behind him slowly raised its right hand, inch by inch preparing to throw the Short Spear.

An inexplicable pressure descended into this section of the tunnel, forcibly pressing down the floating dust in the air.

The Human-faced Centipede, crawling along minding its own business, its glowing eyeballs wavering, focused its gaze on the small figure ahead. As if sensing danger, it opened its mouth, revealing drill-like teeth, and took a deep breath.

It inhaled such an enormous amount of gas that dust flew and pebbles rose, all swept into the centipede’s mouthparts.

The already clumsy belly of the Human-faced Centipede became even more swollen after inhaling the gas, and the pale white insect flesh spilled out from the gaps in its pitch-black shell.

Subsequently, the Human-faced Centipede opened its mouth.

At the end of the tunnel, the White Lotus Sect Members were still caught in the asphyxia from the air being drawn out. Their dim eyes saw the centipede open its mouth, and they instantly understood what it was about to do. They desperately clung to the edges of the tunnel, crawling and lowering their bodies.

A Gale akin to a hurricane burst forth from the mouthparts of the Human-faced Centipede. The sand and pebbles carried within the wind were far more lethal than any so-called iron sand hidden weapons. The two White Lotus Sect Members in the very front didn’t even have a chance to grunt before the sandstorm pierced their bodies, grinding their skin and bones to shreds, and they immediately lost their lives.

"Protect the Young Master!"

The white-eyebrowed elder screamed at the top of his voice, his eyes squinting slightly, as he blocked the way in front of Gongyang Han.

Hearing the call, the other White Lotus Sect Members, regardless of their own lives, struggled to rise. Some held shields to block the gravel, others cast Spells to slow the wind, and some used their own bodies, fearlessly forming a human wall in front of Gongyang Han.

"I’ll form the head!"

Song Jie shouted, leaping up from the ground and landing atop the heads of the White Lotus Sect Members. Supporting his head with one hand and placing the other on his waist, he struck the pose of a reclining, sleeping Arhat, perfectly using the hollow at the back of his head to shield Gongyang Han’s face, feeding him a mouthful of scalp flakes.

However, Gongyang Han was not at all grateful.

"All of you, get lost!"

Veins bulged at the corners of Gongyang Han’s eyes, which were filled with bloodshot threads. His expression was fierce, completely lacking his usual softly handsome demeanor.

The White Lotus Sect Members blocking his path were struck by an invisible force, flying out to the sides and clearing a space.

CRACK CRACK—

The Human-faced Centipede rushed forward frantically, its sharp, knife-like legs stabbing deep holes in the ground. Its three sets of tooth-like drills spun wildly, leaving no doubt that even solid steel rocks could be ground to dust.

"Die!"

Gongyang Han bellowed, his palm forming an empty grip as he swung forcefully towards the Human-faced Centipede.

The sinister shadow behind him made the same movement, smiling as it threw the Short Spear.

The spear blade’s phantom swept swiftly across the ground, silently burying itself in the head of the Human-faced Centipede.

There was no explosion, no sound and light Special Effects.

The Human-faced Centipede continued to sprint forward, yet its speed suddenly slackened mid-charge.

Its ordinarily rock-hard shell became soft and fragile, cracking and splitting apart, even failing to support the centipede’s own weight, allowing the pale flesh of its belly to sag down and drag across the ground, its skin ripped and flesh flayed.

HISSS—

Streams of yellowish-green pus surged from the gaps in the Human-faced Centipede’s shell, splattering on the ground. Where the pus touched the dirt, a faint smoke immediately arose, corroding and dissolving it into a pool of pitch-black, sticky mud.

The centipede, insensitive to pain, kept crawling on its own. But as its body corroded from the inside out, its legs went limp, one pair after another. The entire body of the creature, as if it had slipped, stumbled around on the spot, struggling to move, hardly making any progress.

Finally, the Human-faced Centipede fell to the ground, its head tilted to one side, its massive body immersed in the bubbling green liquid.

"Save... me..."

With that last cry, the glowing orbs in the Human-faced Centipede’s eye sockets slowly extinguished.

HUFF, HUFF.

Gongyang Han’s exhausted, rapid breathing echoed in the passage. He struggled to straighten his knees and stand upright as the shadow behind him slowly faded away.

He hadn’t expected that the most crucial life-saving method his father, the Guangmu Dharma Protector, had given him, would not be used against the members of the Xijishi Factory or the martial guards, but on some inexplicable centipede in this strange tunnel.

Wait a second...

Gongyang Han, as if he had realized something, ignored the objections of his subordinates and quickly stepped forward. He stopped in front of the corrosive green liquid, took out several flawless iron balls, and threw them into the gaps of the centipede’s shell.

BOOM—

The iron balls, known as Palm Thunder, exploded, shaking the tunnel slightly.

After shaking for a moment, the centipede’s corpse showed no sign of movement, devoid of any vitality.

It must be thoroughly dead.

Having dealt the finishing blow, Gongyang Han breathed a sigh of relief. The Hundred-Legged Worm, not stiff in death. The first lesson his father, the Guangmu Dharma Protector, had taught him was to always confirm whether any kind of corpse was truly dead, no matter its shape.

"..."

Gongyang Han’s eyes narrowed slightly. He meticulously scrutinized the colossal centipede’s face.

This... Does it look like a young boy’s face?

The white-eyebrowed elderly man quickly stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Gongyang Han. After observing for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Young Master, what is it?"

Gongyang Han silently shook his head, not answering. He turned to address the White Lotus Sect Members in the tunnel, "Come over and take a look. Does anyone recognize the face of this centipede?"

The White Lotus Sect Members hurried forward, forming a circle, and began to observe.