Chapter 1091: An Overwhelming Stench

Chapter 1091: An Overwhelming Stench Yang Ze learned about the king of evil's atrocities from the fleeing aliens who had returned to the vicinity of the unclean world, which enraged him to no end.

He decided to strike before Zhang Lie could return.

However, he wasn't so foolish as to strike without any preparation. Instead, he had hung out beyond the borders of the unclean world to amass his strength, creating crystalline lotuses one after another, until he had a hundred thousand of them.

With his army of a hundred thousand crystalline lotuses, Yang Ze swaggered into the unclean world. The lotuses filled the skies.

"King of evil, your judgment has come!"

There were countless abyssal trenches criss-crossing the unclean world. Green gaseous vapors emerged from them.

Yang Ze was very suspicious of these abyssal depths, and he was certain that exploring them himself would be a foolish act.

He didn't understand why the characters in horror flicks tried to investigate something they knew was dangerous, mysterious, or somehow problematic. Wouldn't it have been better to call the police, or if not, to turn around and leave? sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ ɴøᴠel Fɪre.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Why did they explore on their own? Weren't they afraid of dying?

Yang Ze naturally wasn't a character in a horror flick, and he had no interest in investigating what lay within the abyssal trenches.

He directed ten thousand of his crystalline lotuses into the trenches, forming a crystalline river.

Nothing happened after ten minutes, but Yang Ze remained patient.

When nothing happened after twenty minutes, Yang Ze continued to remain patient.

When nothing happened after thirty minutes, Yang Ze began to doubt himself.

When nothing happened after forty minutes, Yang Ze finally lost his patience.

"Could there be nothing within these trenches?" No, that was a dangerous thought—and a foolish one.

If there weren't anything within the trenches, then the ten thousand crystalline lotuses should have erupted in a mess of ice and water-attuned genetic energy. The fact that they didn't, then, meant that something was fishy.

Yang Ze was deliberating whether or not to release thirty thousand more crystalline lotuses into the trenches when something finally happened.

The entire unclean world shuddered, and huge quantities of green gas erupted from the trenches.

Yang Ze clapped. "Haha, this is exactly what's supposed to happen!"

Deep within the trenches, something seemed to be rising. When more and more green gas spawned, Yang Ze couldn't help but be concerned. "What's going on?"

Huge quantities of noxious gas flooded the unclean world, causing Yang Ze to pinch his nose shut and regulate oxygen intake using his genetic energy. Who knew whether that green gas was poisonous?

Yang Ze quickly obtained the answer to his question. The moment his skin touched the green gas, he felt a stinging pain, followed by a sizzling noise from his skin. The gas was corroding his skin, and it appeared to be stronger than even concentrated acid.

After all, Yang Ze was no ordinary human. He was a genetic hunter, one who possessed monarch gene fragments, who had maxed out his disaster gene fragments, and who possessed peak limit fragments. He had been classified as a disaster-grade lifeform upon ascending to the third realm.

Yang Ze was far beyond ordinary genetic hunters in terms of physical specifications, and his skin was harder than steel.

The fact that his skin was being corroded despite these advantages...

Yang Ze immediately formed a membrane of genetic energy around himself to protect his body from the green gases, but even so, they continued to eat at his membrane.

Even before coming into contact with the king of evil itself, Yang Ze felt as though he were on the losing end of things. Was this what the superior kings of the third realm were like?

Indeed, trying to take down a superior world of antiquity was a dangerous task. Yang Ze felt as though he should have done even more preparation.

The stench in the air grew thicker as a huge wave of green gas billowed up from the trenches. Yang Ze flew higher and higher in order to avoid it.

Suddenly, a deluge of amorphous gray fluid emerged from within the trenches, erupting from them like an inverted avalanche.

The fluid quivered and swelled, as though it were the source of all filth and waste.

The fluid that made up the king of evil's body roiled. More and more mutated growths and abominations were visible within the main body's flesh, crying out shrilly. They tried to escape—before they were swallowed back into the interior of the fluid and digested.

This was the king of evil! Yang Ze had heard about the king of evil's appearance from Zhang Lie, and he recognized it immediately. "King of evil, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Goodbye!"

Yang Ze tossed the remaining ninety thousand crystalline lotuses at the king of evil, then turned to run without even looking back at their effect.

From his perspective, if the ninety thousand crystalline lotuses were able to get rid of the king of evil, there was no need for Yang Ze to do anything more, and on the other hand, if they couldn't do anything against the king of evil, then the king of evil wasn't an opponent he was currently equipped to handle. Running away would be the most intelligent choice here.

The ninety thousand crystalline lotuses landed on the pale gray fluid with the sound of exploding fireworks. Water-attuned genetic energy gushed out furiously, forming the image of a beautiful, gigantic lotus.

Crystalline shards flew through the air. Water-attuned genetic energy swamped the gray fluid like the tide, smothering it.

Yang Ze couldn't resist peering back to see what destruction he had wrought. He was very curious just what the effect of so many lotuses would be. He couldn't help but gasp as he turned around—but that curiosity stripped him of his ability to run.

The gray fluid, and the malformed monstrosities trapped within it, had been frozen solid, turning pale white with frost. Before Yang Ze could become excited, however, the unclean world shuddered again, even more intensely than before.

The frozen fluid shattered. Huge quantities of gray fluid welled up from the abyssal trenches, like the eruption of a volcano.

Yang Ze's eyes widened as he tried to flee, but the gray fluid formed a huge palm that slammed down over him...