Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials-Chapter 193 - 122: Yin Soldiers (Part 3)

The features were unchanged, yet they appeared unusually ferocious.

Behind him, a massive shadow, three to four meters tall, gradually emerged.

It was a menacing Demon Shadow, with a humanoid shape like two shoulders carrying a head, clad in gray armor, wielding a soul-harvesting scythe, resembling an evil Death God from hell, undoubtedly a terrifying demon.

"Ah!"

He hovered about three inches off the ground, with a gaze that started cold but gradually became confused, until suddenly regaining clarity, and then he fell from mid-air, landing on the ground.

"I succeeded, I succeeded!"

"I've become a Ghost Master!"

Yet instead of panic, he shouted with joy.

He stood up directly, raised his arm excitedly, and with a thought, an invisible force spread through his arm bones to his arm, forming a series of peculiar gray patterns on the skin, like an ancient gray tattoo.

He looked back at the enormous Demon Shadow behind him, sensing a kind of soul-level resonance between them, facilitating subtle communication and influence.

As he moved, the Demon Shadow followed with identical movements.

He stretched out his palm, grasped forward, and the enormous three to four meters tall Demon Shadow behind him extended its massive palm, grasping forward, creating a burst of sound in the air, forming ripples that spread outward.

He watched everything he did in astonishment and ecstasy, while the surrounding researchers exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

"Why does it feel like this batch of experimenters is controlling the power of Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts, more terrifying than Blood Warriors?"

Zheng Yi stood at the top, watching everything, nodding slightly.

"Yin Soldiers or Ghost Warriors focus more on spiritual transformation, already gaining the ability for spirit to affect reality, starting from a higher point than Blood Warriors."

"Of course, this doesn't universally measure strength. The potential of both is decent; the comparison between Blood Warriors and Ghost Warriors is akin to the distinction between Body Refining and Qi Cultivation, one material, one spiritual. Different paths, same destination. Ultimately, progress depends on oneself and resources behind them..."

"That will do."

With Zheng Yi's nod, the fortunate one who successfully fused with the Demon Seed was immediately released from the shield, led into the research chamber for further observation and testing.

Of course, this was only a minority of the fortunate; many more failed to survive the final fusion, each soul collapsing separately.

Some even mutated, turning into mindless monsters, trying desperately to break through the shield and attack outside researchers.

Standing above, Zheng Yi's face was expressionless, his gaze growing colder.

He extended his palm downward, and the chaotic mutant monster was immediately suppressed by a terrifying magical power, then its entire body ruptured, exploding and staining the entire shield blood red.

The experiment continued, with everyone's tolerance limits differing—some succeeded, some failed.

Success remained rare; failure was the norm.

Many, unaware and oblivious, went pale and collapsed within the shield, utterly losing the breath of life.

"As expected, this is just an initial Magic Technique; although it incorporates several Secret Techniques, the results are still unsatisfactory. Such a success rate requires risking lives."

"This is not the outcome I desire; further refinement is needed. Otherwise, the Ghost Warrior System will never become the mainstream cultivation system in the settlement."

Having participated in the entire experimental process, Zheng Yi pondered with furrowed brows.

At this point, the experiment reached its end.

Yet many subjects, having fused with the Demon Seed, were lost in the powerful sensation brought by the Yin Soldiers and Fierce Ghosts, their eyes dazed and chaotic, unable to regain clarity.

Zheng Yi frowned, and a Flying Sword appeared in his hand. He extended a finger and lightly flicked the sword.

"Clang!"

A piercing sword sound echoed in everyone's ears, like the sonic boom of an airplane piercing through the air, tearing eardrums.

Many couldn't help but cover their ears in pain, blood trickling from the sides, but they quickly regained clarity.

"I made it!"

"Thank heaven, I actually got through it."

"That was terrifying; I thought I was done for!"

Those who regained clarity were dumbfounded, looking at the Xiuluo Scene before them, but quickly sensed the changes in their bodies, ecstatic over their success.

"Clean up your area. Give a proper burial to those who didn't succeed."

"Those who succeeded in fusing with the Demon Seed, proceed to a second round of testing. In ten days, I need all experiment data..."

Zheng Yi turned and left, but his voice reached the ears of the lab manager.

The person nodded, and under his orders, all researchers began to take action.

What followed was the crucial experiment analysis and data analysis.

Ten days later, Zheng Yi obtained the first batch of experiment reports.

Of the first batch of 123 volunteers who underwent Demon Seed fusion, less than twenty ultimately succeeded, with a success rate between ten and fifteen percent, significantly lower than the initial batch converted into Blood Warriors.

However, this low success rate was understandable.

After all, Blood Warriors underwent modifications in physical fitness, while Seed Demon aimed to alter the spirit.

The soul is far more fragile than the body, and the challenges differ fundamentally.

After obtaining the report, with the first batch of Yin Soldiers successfully transformed, Zheng Yi was in no rush for a second batch. Though the low success rate was anticipated, it still shocked him.

He aimed to cultivate Ghost Warriors within his settlement, but such a result couldn't justify human sacrifice. Otherwise, with a drastic reduction in manpower, his domain's population would dwindle, which would indirectly weaken his power.