Blood Moon Dharma Form.

This was Ding Shen’s trump card.

But this ability did not come without cost; using it placed a heavy burden on Ding Shen himself.

When Ding Shen’s dharma form slowly manifested before everyone,

they finally saw its true appearance.

It was an ancient general whose expression was supremely majestic. The general wore full armor, and his facial features were practically identical to Ding Shen’s.

Although he was not as tall as the Malformed Giant,

he still rose as high as seven or eight floors.

This ancient general’s dharma form carried two enormous shields on his back,

each one looking like a small mountain.

Many ordinary people trembling in the distance were so terrified their knees went weak; they fell to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

The arrival of this dharma form was eerily like the gods on television.

Ding Shen turned his head slightly.

At the same time, the dharma form turned its head slightly as well.

Their vision was shared. Although Ding Shen held nothing in his hands,

the dharma form did hold objects.

Seeing the two things clutched in its hands,

the Tangled Crowd fell silent for the first time. It tried to wrench itself free from the dharma form’s grip,

but the dharma form’s hands seemed to possess some miraculous force.

Everyone watched in horror at the giant who looked exactly like Ding Shen.

Ding Shen gave a wicked smile, planted both hands on the handles, and slammed the two enormous spheres together with all his strength.

“No…”

The Tangled Crowd let out a piercing scream.

Amid the stunned gazes of all, the Tangled Crowd unraveled in an instant and fell to the ground.

Countless anomalies and crazed humans tried to flee.

Meanwhile, the Malformed Giant’s head was smashed open by the dharma form’s other hand.

Blood rain poured from the sky.

At the same time,

the two disbanded bodies quickly linked arms again; in just a few seconds a small version of the Tangled Crowd formed,

and more people were quickly joining it.

In a few breaths’ time, the Tangled Crowd would recover.

Anyone on the road—other people or anomalies—would be absorbed into it.

The Malformed Giant’s head was gone again; it reached to its belly to pull out a lump of fat and flesh to form a new head.

But Ding Shen’s dharma form would not let the Malformed Giant succeed.

The dharma form swung its massive fist, wreathed in blood-colored flames, and smashed the Malformed Giant’s huge belly with a brutal blow.

A shockwave rippled across the giant’s stomach.

It seemed some rule was at work.

The Malformed Giant attempted to flee.

The dharma form struck twice more, pounding the Malformed Giant into a heap of mangled meat.

The creature’s body convulsed wildly; if it still had a head it would have been howling with all its might.

The dharma form’s work was not finished. After drawing down the moonlight,

its gaze shifted to the fleeing Tangled Crowd, and it strode after them.

“Ding Shen, what are you doing? Don’t… don’t come over…”

This time the voice came from an old man with graying hair.

Ding Shen ignored him; the dharma form continued pursuing the Tangled Crowd.

The old man’s eyes filled with venomous hatred. “Damn you, Ding Shen, you forced me into this!”

After speaking, the old man lunged forward like a snake, opening a mouth that had only a few teeth left.

The dharma form reached out and grabbed the old man’s snake-like neck.

With a tug it tore the old man’s neck clean off.

A scream of agony rang out again.

“Run? See where you can run! Today you must die!”

The dharma form blurred and appeared directly in the Tangled Crowd’s escape path.

A fist the size of a car crashed down with a thunderous boom.

The Tangled Crowd immediately fell apart into individual units, scattering in panic.

But that blow still killed many.

Only now did people truly grasp the horror and peculiarity of the Tangled Crowd.

You had no idea what you were facing.

You might think you faced a mass of bodies stuck together. If those people separated, you could see the monster’s true form.

But once they split and became individual people,

looking at those same people who appeared no different from you, a chill would rise in your heart that would never dissipate.

Unless you killed every single composing unit, as long as one individual remained, it could find a new target and assimilate it.

A new Tangled Crowd would soon form.

The battlefield situation turned instantly.

Previously, the human side had been chased down by anomalies.

Liu Li’s appearance and the single slash that severed the Malformed Giant’s head had made it seem the tide might turn.

But when Death God had been swallowed by the Malformed Giant,

everyone had descended into the deepest despair.

And now…

Ding Shen somehow wielded this ability.

People regained hope.

Many faces brightened with joy.

Of course, some frowned.

Chen Ye and Chu Che, for example…

Ding Shen’s ability obviously had significant drawbacks.

Otherwise why didn’t he use it from the start?

Also, Chen Ye couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this dharma form was off.

Ding Shen was only Sequence 3.

The Blood Moon Lord’s Sequence 3 path was called Crimson Curse.

So far, Chen Ye had not obtained the Blood Moon dharma form ability.

“Xue Nan, get everyone ready, prepare to break out at any moment!”

Chu Che issued the order without hesitation.

In his perception, anomalous energies covered the sky.

Even if they destroyed the Malformed Giant and the Tangled Crowd, so what?

Could they wipe out every anomaly in the world?

Impossible…

At least humans could not win at present.

Ding Shen was strong…

but… not enough!

Nearby, the Happy Family convoy saw Chu Che’s actions, and Auntie Zhao began giving orders to her people.

Because Chen Ye had saved Chen Hao earlier, everyone thought he might be reliable.

Thus the superhumans from the two convoys gathered together, forming a makeshift defensive perimeter.

Chen Ye’s simulated Crawlers surrounded this simple defensive camp in a ring.

The fire dragon conjured by the pink-haired girl’s Fire Dragon Sword was truly a nemesis of the anomalies.

And Lin Qingge’s singing made the temporary defense feel somewhat impregnable.

“Bang!!!”

At that moment,

a sudden gunshot rang out.

Everyone’s hearts clenched.

They turned to look.

They saw a huge man—not merely large, but towering—shouldering a monstrously complex, gigantic sniper rifle a short distance away.

He looked like a walking tank.

That huge man was a superhuman of the same sequence as Iron Lion, also from the Flesh Titan Sequence: Xiong Ba.

Xiong Ba, known as Ding Shen’s top battlefield general.

He was currently transformed—appearing as a small giant.

His palms and forearms were covered in eyes.

Those eyes had transparent tubes pierced through them, and some unknown white energy fed continuously into the massive sniper rifle.

The gun was aimed in the direction of Ding Shen.

Ding Shen turned to look at them in disbelief.

Then, as if realizing something, he shook his head with reluctant regret.

His knees gave way and he dropped to his knees.

The dharma form vanished.

Ding Shen bowed his head low and murmured, “It’s about time you made a move.”