The Eerie Immortal Path: Begin by Devouring Fairy Flesh-Chapter 96 – The Dreamer of Human Emperor City

"Damn! What the hell is this!!!"

In the air around him floated countless tiny, hideous black bugs!

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These bugs were so dense that they formed a black cloud, constantly flying around!

Brandon instinctively covered his mouth and nose, fearing he might inhale some of the bugs.

But the bugs didn't intend to let him go. They clung to his body, opened their hideous mouths, and kept gnawing at his flesh, digging holes and desperately burrowing in!

An intense itch spread throughout Brandon's body. He felt his body weakening, as if his strength was being drained bit by bit!

He didn't dare to hesitate and quickly activated his spiritual power, shaking off all the bugs and covering his body with a thin layer of spiritual power to block the bugs' invasion.

Brandon looked out the window and saw that the outside was also filled with the black bug cloud, turning the sky dark!

His heart sank heavily!

Damn it!

Human Emperor City was under attack!

But why was there no noise outside? Could it be that Human Emperor City had already fallen?!

"No, I can't just sit here and wait to die. I need to find a way out!"

Brandon could feel that the thin layer of spiritual power on his body was being eroded by the bug cloud. Although the erosion was slow, it was continuous. If he stayed here any longer, he would soon run out of spiritual power and die!

He rushed out the door and looked around. The sky was covered by the bug cloud, making it impossible to tell whether it was day or night, and his neighbors were nowhere to be seen. The entire street was filled with nothing but bugs.

"Could everyone have been affected?!"

Brandon's heart grew heavier.

He looked towards Frank Fan's residence. In all of Human Emperor City, he had the best relationship with Frank. Could the old man have fallen too?

But then Brandon remembered that Frank hadn't gone home and was still at the blacksmith shop where he was learning artifact crafting.

He hurried towards the blacksmith shop.

As he reached the street, Brandon finally saw some signs of life.

However, everyone on the street had lost their usual vitality and enthusiasm.

They wandered the streets lifelessly, being constantly gnawed at by the black bugs, yet they didn't resist at all, as if they had all become walking corpses.

Brandon felt a chill down his spine.

What the hell was going on? He had only taken a nap, and now everyone had fallen to these bugs?!

But he had experienced the bugs' lethality himself. Even a mortal wouldn't die this quickly!

What went wrong?

Brandon's confusion deepened. He suppressed his fear and tried to push and call out to a mortal completely covered by bugs.

But there was no response.

Brandon tried several times on other cultivators and mortals, but he never got a single response.

This proved that everyone he could see had lost their consciousness and couldn't communicate.

With no other choice, Brandon stopped bothering with these people and rushed towards the blacksmith shop.

When he arrived, he immediately heard the clanging of iron.

This brought a glimmer of hope to Brandon's heart.

Could it be that the blacksmith shop hadn't fallen?

The blacksmith shop where Frank worked was actually a place for artifact crafting in Human Emperor City, with numerous late-stage Qi Refining cultivators and even Foundation Establishment experts!

With such a lineup, unless a Golden Elixir Master came in person, they should be able to hold out for a while.

Brandon rushed into the blacksmith shop and followed the sound of iron clanging.

Then, he saw a scene that filled him with fear, familiarity, and strangeness.

The cultivators at the blacksmith shop were steadfast at their posts, cutting their own flesh and mixing it with iron, throwing it into the furnace to be refined!

They seemed to feel no pain, not even frowning.

This scene was eerily similar to the Heavenly Lotus Sect's practice of using humans as materials for alchemy and talisman crafting!

It was almost the same source!

Brandon felt a chill down his spine, watching in disbelief!

Some of these cultivators were people he had met just that day.

At that time, they were warm and lively.

But now? Why were they using their own bodies for artifact crafting?!

Were they being controlled, or was there some other reason?

Brandon gritted his teeth, afraid to make a sound and alert these people.

But soon, he realized his worry was unnecessary.

Because these people were in the same state as those on the street, with no consciousness of their own.

Brandon hesitated outside for a while, finally mustering the courage to go in. After passing through several furnaces, he finally found a familiar figure.

Frank Fan.

At this moment, Frank was squatting in front of a large quenching barrel, slitting his wrist and continuously bleeding into it, extracting the power from his blood to transform it into spiritual energy for artifact crafting.

He seemed to feel no pain, not only not screaming but even wearing a strange smile on his face.

But his aura was growing weaker and weaker.

"Junior Brother Fan! Old Fan! Wake up!"

Brandon couldn't help but call out to Frank, but there was no response!

"What the hell is going on! Where are the Foundation Establishment cultivators?! Save him!"

Brandon stomped his feet in anxiety.

However, just as he was thinking about where to find help, suddenly, all the cultivators in the blacksmith shop moved in unison!

They twisted their necks, their vacant eyes all staring at Brandon!

Some even twisted their necks more than halfway around! It looked incredibly eerie!

This sudden change startled Brandon, and before he knew it, he was completely surrounded!

Then, everyone moved, stepping in unison towards Brandon.

As they got closer, the space Brandon could move in grew smaller.

Facing this enormous crisis, Brandon couldn't worry about Frank anymore. He was about to use his spiritual power to break out of the encirclement when he suddenly realized that his spiritual power wouldn't activate!

"What's going on?!"

Brandon was horrified, desperately trying to activate his spiritual power, but there was no response.

And in this delay, the distance between them was less than a meter!

All the cultivators in the blacksmith shop suddenly drew their blades and stabbed towards Brandon!

"No!!!"

Brandon sat up in bed in terror, cold sweat drenching his entire body.

He was awake.