The myriad fragments of liquid reconverged into Su Ze’s form. He deactivated his liquid state to avoid being contaminated by the white flesh covering the ground.

Seeing the pools of pale, glistening flesh on the ground, Su Ze felt a sense of déjà vu.

A deep-seated fear sent a chill down his spine, and a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead.

The Evolution Divine Teachings. The Pope!

Only those afflicted by the Pope’s Blood and Flesh Parasite would be composed entirely of white flesh—lacking blood, organs, or bones, yet still able to move like a normal person.

Clearly, it wasn’t just the Filth Earth Organization targeting Su Ze, but the Evolution Divine Teachings as well.

Chen Suifeng also noticed something was amiss. He controlled his giant hands of mist, killing all the black-robed figures in a few slaps.

As it turned out, every single one of the twenty-odd black-robed figures was a mass of white flesh. They were all puppets parasitized by the Pope!

"Let’s go!" Chen Suifeng said, pulling Su Ze to leave.

But the masses of pale flesh on the ground began to flow like liquid, rapidly merging to form a fat, white monster six or seven meters tall!

Layers of fat hung from its entire body. As it ran, the rolls of flesh jiggled up and down rhythmically, slapping against the layers below with a crisp PATTING sound.

The monster’s enormous head had over forty eyes, twenty-some pairs of ears, over twenty noses, and more than twenty mouths. If Su Ze wasn’t mistaken, they were the combined facial features of the twenty-plus puppets.

Though the fat monster was huge, it wasn’t slow. It caught up in just a few steps, tore off a lump of its own fat, and hurled it at the two of them.

In mid-air, the lump of fat transformed into over a hundred moths made of flesh, which flew toward them, flapping their meaty wings.

While crushing the fleshy moths with his giant mist hands, Chen Suifeng cursed, "That twisted freak, the Pope!"

The fat monster below kneaded the blubber around its waist. The mass of flesh instantly shifted to its back, forming two enormous, flesh-colored wings. The monster flapped its new wings and lunged toward Su Ze.

Chen Suifeng maneuvered his two giant mist hands to intercept the fat monster. Flames suddenly erupted from them, turning them into two giant palms of fire.

Every time the giant flaming palms collided with the fat monster, a SIZZLING sound filled the air, accompanied by the aroma of cooking fat.

SPLAT!

The fat monster suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a dozen pieces of pale flesh. Each piece seemed alive, zipping past the giant mist hands and heading straight for Su Ze.

Su Ze had seen this "living flesh" before. He knew it was a technique of the Pope’s Blood and Flesh Parasite; his own headless clone had been created by a piece of it.

The Pope’s objective was clear: to parasitize Su Ze!

Su Ze ducked behind Chen Suifeng. He knew that without Mr. Ya around, he couldn’t outrun this "living flesh" on his own. Right now, he could only count on Chen Suifeng to protect him.

Chen Suifeng had one of his giant mist hands snap its fingers with a loud SNAP. Instantly, a thin layer of mist enveloped their surroundings.

The dozen or so pieces of "living flesh" flying toward Su Ze seemed to lose their way, darting erratically left and right, forward and backward, no longer homing in on him.

"You need to go. This old freak’s methods are too bizarre, and it’s too dangerous for you here," Chen Suifeng said gravely.

With Su Ze here, he would have to expend enormous energy protecting him, and he still couldn’t guarantee his safety. One careless mistake and they could fall into the Pope’s trap.

"Take this. I’ll come find you later," Chen Suifeng said, handing over a coin-sized metal plate.

"What’s this?" Su Ze asked, taking the metal plate.

"A locator. I can find you if you have it," Chen Suifeng said, then gave Su Ze a gentle push, sending him out of the misty area.

Su Ze looked back and found that the seemingly faint mist completely obstructed his vision, making it impossible to see what was happening within the fog.

He didn’t dare to delay. He turned and flew in the direction of the Dongli Kingdom.

He hadn’t flown far before he spotted the shattered corpse of Bai Guishou on the ground. Among the remains was a small, severed hand, and on its finger was a simple, ancient-looking wooden ring.

WHOOSH!

Su Ze raised his hand and fired a Gravity Chain, pulling the severed hand to him.

In truth, storage items from at least four other Saint-level Overlords lay on the battlefield, but Su Ze didn’t dare retrieve them. The thought of being parasitized by the Pope and turned into a monster of white flesh was a fate he found more unacceptable than death itself.

Without pausing, Su Ze flew straight for Fengshui Pass.

As he flew, he couldn’t help but worry about Chen Suifeng, wondering if he would be able to escape.

After all, Chen Suifeng had come out to help him hunt, and it was Su Ze who had proposed the plan to "lure the snake out of its hole." If Chen Suifeng got killed, Su Ze would never forgive himself.

Their plan to lure the snake out of its hole had been wildly successful. They hadn’t just drawn out a snake; they had drawn out a python.

The Pope’s appearance was something neither he nor Chen Suifeng had anticipated.

’But this is clearly just a clone. Chen Suifeng should still be able to handle it.’

Su Ze didn’t dwell on it and continued to flee for his life.

’Almost at Fengshui Pass...’ Su Ze thought, spotting the towering city walls and heavy metal gates in the distance. He let out a small sigh of relief.

As Su Ze flew closer, he saw a squad of soldiers in Dongli Army uniforms patrolling outside the walls. When they saw him rushing over, a few of them moved to stop him for questioning.

But just then, one of the soldiers flashed Su Ze a bizarre smile.

Then, the soldier opened his mouth. A piece of "living flesh," pulsing like a heart, shot out and flew straight at Su Ze.

’Fuck you, Pope!’

A chill shot up Su Ze’s spine. He made a sharp turn in mid-air and flew off in another direction.

But that "living flesh" was too fast!

It was much faster than the last piece of "living flesh" Su Ze had encountered.

Watching the piece of flesh get closer and closer, Su Ze deeply regretted not bringing Mr. Ya with him.

’What do I do? How can I possibly escape?’

Su Ze racked his brain, thinking of every possible way out.

’Go back and find Chen Suifeng?’

’There’s no time!’

’In just a little while, the "living flesh" will catch me.’

’Destroy this piece of flesh with my strongest attack?’

’It’s worth a try.’

Su Ze took out his Crystal Sword and activated "Ant Power."

The Crystal Sword grew in his hand, in the blink of an eye becoming a greatsword over five meters long.

WHOOSH!

The sound of something slicing through the air rang out as Su Ze spun around and thrust his sword at the "living flesh."

The Crystal Sword could not only change size, but also act as an extension of his body for releasing skills. Thus, this wasn’t a simple thrust; it was his "Strongest Punch," an attack that fused three of his skills.

That’s right, he used a sword to deliver not a "Strongest Slash," but the "Strongest Punch."

BOOM!

With a massive explosion, the sword strike shattered the "living flesh" into seven or eight fragments.

’Did it work?’

Su Ze didn’t dare to let his guard down, his eyes fixed on the pieces of flesh scattered on the ground.

Then, he watched as all seven or eight fragments shot up from the ground and sped toward him once more.

Not only had Su Ze’s attack failed to neutralize the "living flesh," it had actually made the situation worse. Where one piece had been chasing him before, now there were seven or eight.

Clearly, this tactic wasn’t working.

Su Ze sighed. He had no other choice but to resort to his old trick.

The last time he was chased by "living flesh," Su Ze had used his headless clone to trick it.

He planned to use the same trick again. ’Even though I’m reluctant to use the headless clone these days, I have no choice at a time like this.’

Su Ze released his headless clone and controlled it to charge directly at the seven or eight pieces of flesh.

Throughout the process, he remained vigilant. The moment he sensed something was wrong, he would immediately sever his mental connection to the clone.

But to Su Ze’s surprise, nothing happened to the headless clone. Instead, the fragments of flesh dodged it and continued to speed toward Su Ze himself.

’The same trick doesn’t work twice? Are you a Saint Seiya, Pope?!’

Su Ze used a Gravity Chain to pull his headless clone back, continuing to flee while thinking of another plan.

He had two trump cards left. If neither of them worked, he was completely screwed.

The first was the Tier Four Escape Strange Object Wind-Rolling Grass. Su Ze had never used this item since acquiring it, and he wasn’t sure if it could help him escape the pursuing flesh.

The second trump card was self-destruction. He could detonate himself just as the Pope’s flesh fragments reached him or invaded his body, preserving only his head. Then he could shatter his Regeneration Core to reconstruct his body.

However, self-destruction was a move of last resort. If he used it and it failed, all he could do was wait for death.

Seeing the flesh fragments closing in again, Su Ze had no time to deliberate. He immediately decided to use his first trump card: escape with the Wind-Rolling Grass. If that didn’t work and he was caught, he would resort to his second.

Su Ze took out a small, nest-like clump of dried grass and infused it with his evolutionary power.

In an instant, the Wind-Rolling Grass expanded as if by magic, going from palm-sized to a large ball of grass over a meter in diameter. Then, this ball of grass "swallowed" Su Ze.

Su Ze immediately felt the world spinning around him. He could feel the ball of grass rolling, faster and faster!

URP...

Su Ze felt "motion sick" and wanted to throw up.

It felt like he’d been stuffed into a high-speed tumble dryer, being spun around and around inside.

With Su Ze’s constitution, he could become an astronaut and go to outer space without any discomfort. But this Wind-Rolling Grass was spinning him so hard he felt like throwing up. It was easy to imagine how terrifying the rotational speed had become.

He extended his Perception Tentacles through the gaps in the Wind-Rolling Grass and sensed the seven or eight flesh fragments still in relentless pursuit. However, the Wind-Rolling Grass was incredibly fast, and the fragments couldn’t keep up.

What’s more, the Wind-Rolling Grass was still picking up speed!

Su Ze had no idea what the limit of this thing was, but he had reached his own limit.

If it spun any faster, he felt like he was going to fly apart.

Moreover, once this thing started, it was completely uncontrollable. Su Ze couldn’t make it stop, nor could he control its speed or direction.

UGH!

Su Ze clapped a hand over his mouth, nearly vomiting. The thought of throwing up in this confined space, only to have it spun around at high speed... the mental image was too horrifying to contemplate.

Su Ze directly activated "Liquid Life," turning into his liquid state. Like water in a washing machine, he gave up all resistance and let himself be spun.

He just had no idea where this Wind-Rolling Grass was taking him.