Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 95: Your turn

Wei Long's eyes narrowed as he processed the situation. Killing the Scourge alone wasn't enough.

As long as its army remained, those black blobs of essence would always find their way back, reviving it over and over again.

He needed a new approach.

His golden pupils flickered with a cold glint. If the Scourge couldn't revive without absorbing the essence of its fallen army… then what if there was no army left to revive?

A grin spread across his bloodied snout.

"Fine," he muttered, flexing his claws. "I'll erase every single one of you first, down to the last piece of flesh."

With a deep breath, he focused. His powerful limbs tensed, his muscles coiled, and in the blink of an eye—he vanished.

A sonic boom erupted.

Wei Long reappeared within the horde, his claws already sinking into the skull of the nearest beast—a mutated wolf with two heads. Its eyes flickered with demonic malice, but before it could react, Wei Long tore through its spine, ripping its body in half. Dark blood splattered across the battlefield, and the moment the corpse hit the ground, he was already moving again.

A demonic boar with tusks lined with poison lunged at him. Wei Long sidestepped, grabbed its throat, and with a simple squeeze—crack!—its windpipe shattered. The beast collapsed, gurgling.

A serpent, its scales pulsating with dark energy, slithered toward him at an unnatural speed. Its fangs extended, dripping venom, but Wei Long was faster. He clamped down on its head, lifted its entire body, and swung it like a whip, smashing five other beasts into the dirt with enough force to send shockwaves rippling through the air.

His claws and fangs worked in tandem, cutting down one beast after another in a brutal, methodical slaughter. He didn't just kill them—he destroyed them, making sure there was nothing left to revive.

Limbs were torn off. Heads were crushed. Bodies were shredded beyond recognition.

Yet, despite his speed—

The numbers were endless.

Wei Long crushed a charging rhino-like creature, but before he could move on to the next, another wave of beasts surged forward, blocking his path. They came from all sides, surrounding him like a tidal wave of corruption.

Wei Long's breathing remained steady, his gaze sharp.

"I see," he muttered to himself. "Even if I kill them, they're buying time for that thing to recover."

His eyes flickered toward the Scourge.

Even as he massacred the army, the black blobs still found their way toward it. The process was slower than before, but it was still happening.

"Tch."

Wei Long's tail lashed out, whipping through the air like a blade. It sliced through the legs of a monstrous ape, sending it tumbling to the ground, shrieking. Without missing a beat, he stomped on its head, crushing it instantly.

More beasts came.

Wei Long dodged, weaved, struck, and killed. He was an unstoppable force, tearing through the horde like a storm of death. But the realization was beginning to sink in.

Even at his speed—

Even with his strength—

It wasn't enough.

The black blobs were still reaching the Scourge.

He gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling beneath his composed exterior.

Fine.

He needed to change his approach again.

If killing the army first wasn't fast enough—

Then he would have to eliminate the Scourge the instant after taking down the last beast.

His tail flicked, and his claws curled into fists.

He had to time it perfectly.

Taking a deep breath, he focused his senses. His golden eyes darted across the battlefield, memorizing the position of every beast. The movements of the blobs. The pulse of demonic energy.

Then, he moved.

His strikes became even more precise. More efficient.

He tore through flesh and bone with deadly accuracy, leaving behind nothing but mangled remains.

One by one, the beasts fell.

And just as the last corrupted beast collapsed, just as the last breath left its body—

Wei Long moved.

He launched himself at the Scourge, faster than lightning, faster than sound. His claws gleamed with raw destructive energy, aimed straight for the monster's heart.

He would kill it before the cycle could repeat.

But just as his attack was about to land—

Something changed.

The moment his claws touched the Scourge's body, the black blobs—

They accelerated.

Faster than before.

Wei Long's eyes widened.

The moment he had cleared the battlefield, the blobs had surged toward the Scourge at an unnatural speed.

They didn't crawl.

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They rushed.

Wei Long's instincts screamed at him.

Before he could react, the black mass of corruption surged into the Scourge's body—

And in an instant—

It revived.

More than that—its aura flared, stronger than ever.

Wei Long's attack, meant to finish it off, barely even scratched it.

The Scourge's eyes snapped open, brimming with dark energy.

Wei Long's breath hitched.

He failed.

And then, before he could react—

The entire battlefield shifted.

The corpses of the fallen beasts—

They twitched.

They rose.

One by one, they stood back up.

Again.

Wei Long remained frozen.

His claws trembled.

His golden eyes, filled with endless confidence just moments ago—

Were now shadowed with something else.

Realization.

Frustration.

And, perhaps, for the first time—

A flicker of disbelief.

Wei Long's golden eyes flickered with an intense gleam as he stared at the battlefield that refused to end.

The Scourge stood in the distance, its grotesque form pulsating with dark energy, its presence as unyielding as the endless tide of beasts it revived.

No matter how many times he killed them, they always came back. And every time they fell, the Scourge would absorb their essence and rise again, stronger than before. It was a cycle without weakness, a system of endless regeneration.

But Wei Long…

He grinned.

There was one way to break the cycle.

A bold idea formed in his mind, one so insane that it might actually work. His stomach—his Bio-engineered body—was not like normal beasts.

His metabolism was designed to process energy, to devour and destroy without leaving a trace.

No matter how corrupted, how resilient, or how regenerative something was, if he ate it—if he consumed it—it would be reduced to pure fuel.

His stomach was the ultimate grave.

He cracked his neck and let out a low chuckle. "Fine then," he muttered. "If you won't stay dead, I'll make sure there's nothing left of you to revive."

With that, he lunged.

His jaws stretched wide, his teeth gleaming with sharp, terrifying hunger. The first beast—a massive demonic tiger—barely had time to react before Wei Long swallowed it whole.

It didn't even get a chance to resist.

A grotesque squelching sound echoed across the battlefield as the beast disappeared down his throat, its struggles vanishing into nothingness.

The moment it reached his stomach, his body flared with golden energy—digesting it instantly, breaking it down into raw power.

Wei Long shuddered.

It felt good.

His hunger awakened, deeper and more primal than ever before.

And he wanted more.

The other beasts hesitated, their demonic eyes flickering with uncertainty. They had been attacked before, slain before, but never—never—had they been eaten.

Wei Long grinned, his fangs dripping with saliva.

"Next."

With terrifying speed, he lunged at the horde.

He tore through them—not with claws, not with strength, but with consumption. His jaws snapped shut on a three-headed wolf, swallowing it in one brutal gulp.

A towering bull demon tried to escape, but Wei Long clamped down on its body and dragged it into his mouth, consuming it in seconds.

More.

A serpent coiled around him, trying to constrict him. Wei Long simply unhinged his jaw and devoured the creature whole, his body surging with energy as its corrupted essence was obliterated inside him.

More.

A monstrous spider skittered backward, realizing the horror before it. Too late. Wei Long lunged and ate it, his stomach expanding and then contracting as its body was absorbed in an instant.

Faster.

More.

More.

He was a whirlwind of consumption, a force of destruction more terrifying than the beasts themselves. He swallowed them, erased them, denied them any chance of revival.

The battlefield trembled.

The Scourge watched in growing horror as its army, its infinite cycle of resurrection, was being erased.

Wei Long wasn't just killing them.

He was removing them from existence.

One by one, the beasts vanished.

The ground that had been filled with endless waves of monstrous creatures—was now empty.

Nothing remained.

The battlefield was silent.

Wei Long stood alone, his chest rising and falling, his golden eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He wiped his mouth and smirked.

"Delicious."

Then, he turned to the Scourge.

The towering monster, so confident before, so certain of its immortality—

Was trembling.

For the first time since its creation, since its existence as an eternal trial of corruption—

It felt fear.

The Scourge's hollow, soulless eyes locked onto Wei Long, and its body shuddered.

It tried to sense its army.

It tried to call them back.

But there was nothing.

Not a trace.

Not a single beast remained.

Wei Long's stomach had erased them all.

The Scourge staggered.

Wei Long grinned.

"What's wrong?" he taunted. "Lost something?"

The Scourge let out a distorted, panicked screech.

Wei Long cracked his knuckles.

"Now then," he said, taking a step forward.

"Your turn."