Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 94: Unkillable

Wei Long's golden eyes gleamed as he watched the battlefield shift.

The once-motionless bodies twitched, jerked, and trembled as dark energy pulsed through them.

The beasts he had just slain—beasts that had fallen beneath his claws, tail, and fangs—were no longer corpses.

They were rising once more, their bodies reanimated by an unseen force.

At first, it was slow.

A twitching claw here, a flickering tail there.

Then, all at once, the battlefield erupted in unnatural movement.

Limbs snapped into place with sickening cracks, gaping wounds stitched together with dark, pulsating energy, and lifeless eyes burned with eerie demonic light.

Wei Long exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as the revived horde surrounded him. "Oh? You guys still have some fight left in you?" His voice carried amusement, but his muscles tensed in anticipation.

The first to lunge at him was the massive serpent he had crushed earlier.

Its skull, once caved in, was now whole again, but something was different—its scales were darker, its fangs longer, dripping with even more potent venom.

It struck with terrifying speed, its enormous body coiling through the air like a shadow cutting through the void.

Wei Long reacted instantly. Instead of dodging, he allowed the serpent's fangs to graze his scales, feeling the sting of its poison. His grin widened.

"Still too weak." He grabbed the snake mid-air, twisting its body violently until bones snapped under his grip.

With a single motion, he slammed it into the ground, shattering the earth beneath them.

The serpent convulsed, its mouth gaping in silent agony before it stopped moving again.

Before he could enjoy his victory, three beasts charged at him from behind.

A wolf wreathed in dark flames, the rune-covered ape, and a massive, armor-plated lizard.

They moved faster than before, their attacks more synchronized, as if guided by an unseen hand.

Wei Long barely tilted his head as the wolf lunged, its flaming jaws snapping inches from his throat.

He twisted, letting the beast's momentum carry it past him, then kicked it into the charging ape. The two collided with a thunderous impact, tumbling into the dirt.

The armored lizard, however, was already upon him. Its massive tail swung with enough force to split boulders, aiming straight for his ribs.

Wei Long braced himself and took the hit directly.

The impact sent him skidding backward, his claws digging into the earth to slow himself.

The lizard's red eyes gleamed with cruel intelligence.

Wei Long smirked, shaking off the impact. "Now that was a good hit." He cracked his neck, his tail flicking behind him. "But let's see if you can handle mine."

He moved.

One moment, he was standing still.

The next, he was beneath the lizard, his claws tearing into its underbelly with savage precision.

The beast let out a pained roar, but Wei Long didn't stop. With a powerful heave, he lifted the enormous creature and slammed it into the ground with such force that the earth trembled violently.

But they just kept coming.

The wolf, now more enraged than ever, sprinted at him again, flames crackling wildly.

The ape, its runes glowing with intensified energy, followed closely behind.

More and more revived beasts surrounded him, their eyes burning with hatred, their movements sharper, faster, stronger.

Wei Long laughed. "Good! Keep coming!"

He moved like a whirlwind of destruction.

Every strike was met with equal force, every dodge was perfectly timed, and every counterattack shattered bones and ruptured flesh.

He tore through them relentlessly, not stopping even when claw marks marred his scales, or when he felt the searing heat of demonic flames licking at his body.

A clawed beast tried to pin him down.

He twisted, grabbing its arm and ripping it from its socket before slamming it into another enemy.

A flying creature dived at him, its beak aiming for his skull. Wei Long leaped, catching it mid-air and twisting its neck before hurling it into the burning wolf.

But no matter how many he killed, they just kept coming.

He soon realized that it wasn't just their bodies that had revived—their power had increased too. Every time one fell, it returned stronger, its wounds healing almost instantly.

Wei Long narrowed his eyes. "So that's how it is." He took a deep breath, his golden scales flickering as he steadied himself. "Then I just have to kill you faster than you can revive."

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He surged forward, his body a blur. His claws became blades of death, slicing through muscle and bone. His tail crushed spines, his jaws snapped through thick hides, and his movements became more ruthless, more precise.

Yet, even as he fought, a realization crept into his mind—this wouldn't end. The beasts weren't just mindless corpses; they were regenerating at an unnatural speed, their bodies no longer bound by normal life and death.

This wasn't a battle he could win by sheer endurance alone.

Wei Long's eyes flickered toward the fellow dinosaur—the one who had summoned this horde.

The scourge.

His smirk returned. "So that's how it is, huh?" He ignored the beasts surrounding him, letting their attacks graze him as he set his sights on his true target.

He crouched, gathering his strength, then shot forward with explosive speed.

The scourge barely had time to react before Wei Long was upon him.

Wei Long's claws tore through the Scourge's throat, ripping out a chunk of flesh drenched in thick, black ichor.

The monstrous dinosaur let out a strangled roar, its massive body convulsing before finally collapsing with a thunderous crash.

Dust and debris exploded into the air, and for a brief moment, the battlefield stood still.

Wei Long exhaled, shaking blood off his claws. "Hah… that was fun." His golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he loomed over the fallen beast.

The Scourge's body lay motionless, dark energy crackling along its wounds, but it did not rise.

Without hesitation, he turned to the remaining horde. "Now then…"

The army of corrupted beasts still surrounded him, their demonic Dao-infused eyes staring with unrelenting hatred.

They did not waver.

Even as their leader had fallen, they remained steadfast, their killing intent as sharp as ever.

Wei Long grinned. "Guess I'll have to kill every last one of you!"

And so, the massacre began anew.

He became a storm of destruction. His claws carved through muscle, his fangs tore into throats, his tail shattered bones.

Every movement was precise, every strike absolute.

He weaved through the battlefield, dodging attacks with effortless grace while delivering devastating blows that sent beasts flying.

A demonic lion lunged, its corrupted aura flaring.

Wei Long caught it mid-air, twisting its head with a sickening snap before tossing its lifeless body into a charging bull-like beast.

The two collided, toppling over like broken dolls.

Another enemy approached—a massive centipede, its body lined with razor-sharp spines dripping with venom.

Wei Long dodged its lunging bite and grabbed its segmented body, slamming it repeatedly into the ground until it was nothing more than a pulped mess.

But no matter how many he killed, the army did not dwindle.

More and more fell beneath his relentless assault.

Wolves, apes, serpents, birds of prey—each one met its brutal end at his hands. The earth was soaked in black ichor, the battlefield littered with mangled corpses.

Then, he felt it.

A shift.

A presence.

Wei Long stopped mid-motion, his instincts screaming at him.

Something was wrong.

His golden eyes flickered toward the Scourge's corpse.

That's when he saw them.

Black blobs.

They slithered out from the corpses of the fallen beasts, writhing like living shadows. Tendrils of darkness curled and pulsed, gathering together like rivers of ink, moving toward a singular point—

The Scourge's body.

Wei Long's breath hitched.

The inky mass crawled over the dead dinosaur's wounds, sinking into its flesh, merging with its bones.

The Scourge's massive form twitched.

Dark energy flared, stronger than before.

The deep wounds he had inflicted began to close.

Flesh mended, bones realigned, eyes that had once been dull reignited with eerie brilliance.

Then—

It moved.

Wei Long's pupils shrank.

The Scourge let out a guttural snarl, pushing itself off the ground. Its body pulsed with raw demonic energy, stronger than before, as if reborn anew.

Wei Long had killed it. He had crushed its throat, shattered its core.

And yet—

It was back.

Wei Long's expression darkened.

"Tch. So that's how it is…"

His gaze snapped to the battlefield around him.

The horde of beasts he had slain moments ago… they too were stirring.

One by one, their broken bodies twitched.

Their wounds, fatal just moments before, began to knit together, black tendrils crawling through their flesh.

Lifeless eyes reignited, muscles convulsed, bodies moved.

They were coming back.

All of them.

Wei Long watched, frozen.

Realization dawned upon him.

The cycle.

Every beast he killed—their energy, their essence—it all fed the Scourge.

And when the Scourge revived, it brought the army back with it.

End

less.

No matter how many he killed.

No matter how hard he fought.

They would always return.

Wei Long's breath came slow. His tail flicked. His claws curled.

For the first time in a long, long while—

He stood still.