CHAPTER 798: CHAPTER 417_2

However, just as Fang Cheng was about to approach.

A scorching flame suddenly surged from the depths of his heart, instantly burning all the tempting illusions to ashes.

Fang Cheng’s steps abruptly halted.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and his face beneath the Evil Ghost Mask was filled with offended fury.

This damn "eyeball" dared to attempt to seize control of his consciousness?

If he didn’t have the Epic Talent "All-Knowing Language," which increased his resistance to curse, enchantment, and all negative language abilities fourfold.

At this moment, he might have already been completely lost in the hunger of desire.

This method of controlling the mind is undoubtedly a provocation to personal will.

Fang Cheng’s gaze was like a sharp blade, locking firmly onto the "Deep Red Eye."

The next second.

Boom!

The crimson-golden flames that had just subsided around Fang Cheng suddenly burst into life again.

This time more intense, more violent!

This was Fang Cheng’s response to the provocation, a defense of his will.

The hand engulfed in flames instantly grabbed the basin-sized "Deep Red Eye" with a hot blast.

"Zzzzzz—"

A piercing wail, like some creature being torn apart alive, erupted from within the eyeball with extreme pain and despair.

Fang Cheng’s hand was like an iron clamp, gripping it tightly.

The eyeball trembled violently, throbbing madly, its blood vessels writhing like snakes, trying to escape the man’s grasp.

But Fang Cheng was ruthless, his hand tightened suddenly.

With a muffled "pop," the eyeball was crushed, bursting open with a crack.

Flesh and blood splattered out, several semi-transparent gel-like substances mixed with mucus splattered near Fang Cheng’s lips.

"Hehe..."

Fang Cheng grinned, sticking out his tongue to lick it.

The next second.

His pupils contracted sharply, and he paused slightly.

An indescribable deliciousness exploded in his mouth!

It was not an ordinary taste but a satisfaction that reached deep into the soul.

The stench was mixed with a sweetness that instantly alleviated the hunger that had reached its peak.

What followed was a torrent of energy like a volcanic eruption, surging into his limbs and bones, rapidly repairing the body’s deep exhaustion.

Fang Cheng could feel that this was exactly what he needed.

Without any hesitation, he immediately opened his mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and bit savagely into the ruptured eyeball.

"Crunch, crunch, gulp..."

The sound of chewing echoed clearly in the lifeless flesh nest, carrying a primal and fierce wildness.

Fang Cheng used his mouth to tear at the thick membrane of the eyeball, constantly swallowing large mouthfuls.

The viscous liquid trickled down his lips, leaving dark red marks on his chest.

He was no longer the rational and cautious human but a beast driven by hunger and strength, savagely devouring the prey in front of him.

The disgusting and twisted flesh nest around him seemed to become normal.

As the flesh of the "Deep Red Eye" was continuously devoured, Fang Cheng’s body underwent violent changes.

His naked upper body, muscles undulating like waves, veins bulging like coiled pythons.

His brow throbbed "pupupup," as if something was about to break free from a cocoon.

The crimson-golden flames on his body began to deepen, revealing a faint ominous dark red, as if they were turning him into an indescribable monster.

At the same time, with the "Deep Red Eye" being devoured as the core of the flesh nest, the surrounding scenes rapidly changed.

The writhing tumors shriveled rapidly as if losing life, and the coiling tentacles shrank, emitting a rotten smell.

The life force that originally permeated the entire nest was disappearing at a visible speed.

Just as Fang Cheng was about to swallow the last piece of remains, his actions suddenly froze.

His ears perked up, hearing footsteps approaching from afar.

Someone was heading this way.

Fang Cheng casually threw the remnant, now the size of a fist and still slightly pulsating, to the ground.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaved violently with the inhale, wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

The flames on his body quickly subsided, returning to the previous calm.

Without any delay, he pushed off the ground with force.

His whole body flashed like a phantom, leaping towards the passage entrance, disappearing into the darkness.

In the flesh nest, only silence remained.

The remains that were devoured lay silently on the filthy membrane like charred entrails, the air thick with the stench of blood and decay.

Suddenly, the air in a corner shimmered slightly.

Like an invisible hand gently lifting a transparent mirror.

The light converged at that point, finally revealing a tall, slender silhouette.

It was Cheng Jiashu.

He looked around at the ghastly scene before him, his gaze sweeping over the remains and the withered flesh around him.

He muttered to himself:

"Uncle said, the relationship between the Xiao Family and the Noah Organization is not clear, and sure enough, it’s true."

At this time, he was holding a silver recording pen, his thumb lightly pressed the switch on the side of the pen.

Accompanied by a barely audible "click," the indicator light at the top, which had been flashing green, instantly went out.

Clearly, everything Fang Cheng and the three from the Xiao Family talked about before had been completely recorded.

Cheng Jiashu stepped forward, avoiding the rotting flesh underfoot.

With prior exploration, he relied on memory to find this hidden laboratory of the "Deep Red Eye."