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Chapter 407 Vibration in the Body

On the Two-Lung Planet, the Scarred Wolves are locked in a fierce battle.

The shattered body was stained with grayish-white cursed juice, and the wolf body, which was as illusory as blood-red smoke, gave birth to one pale spore tree after another.

The cold grayish-white color quickly dyed the blood wolf's body, as if it was covered with a living velvet carpet. The merrily dancing tiny spore trees were wantonly devouring the cruelty and bloodiness of the Rift Wolf.

In an instant, the extremely ferocious wolves showed signs of irreversible defeat!
The roars of the wolves gradually became weaker, no longer filled with wild fighting intent. The wolf voices were low and hoarse, as if they were wailing for mercy.

But how could the cursed spores have any mercy on the food that was so easily within their reach? The giant spore tree just swayed with joy, as if it was dancing happily.

The swaying of the huge root crowns looked like a group of big-headed monster babies shaking their heads, and one could almost intuitively feel the deformed and twisted joy in their hearts.

But the wild heartbeat outside the waking world still continued to beat, and with every heavy step, the dusty earth could not help but tremble slightly, and a new rhythm of the heart was once again transmitted into the female dancer's body.

The silent and dark vacuum was once again filled with surging blood-red lightning, and a pack of hungry wolves roared as they descended upon the double-lung star.

The newly born alpha wolf simply ignored those humiliated and defeated compatriots. It continued to roar with its head held high, and its sharp roar was as tangible as a blade!

The newly born wolves continued to swing their sharp claws at the thick and towering spore trees... and then were infected again by the splashing spore juice, and watched weakly and choking as the giant spore tree smashed down heavily.

In a flash, the second batch of wolves that rushed over had turned into blood all over the ground on the Double Lungs Star.

Then the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth blood-red lightning continued to fall.

Batch after batch of scarred wolves landed in different areas of the Two-Lung Star.

They seemed completely oblivious to the tragic fate of their fellow vanguard troops.

He still stubbornly used biting and gnawing to attack the cursed spore tree, allowing the grayish-white cursed blood to splatter all over his body and flow into his mouth and nose.

Soon, the six groups of scarred wolves were all turned into pools of minced meat covered with tiny curse spores.

In the filthy blood grew tiny cursed spore trees, which danced wildly and swayed toward the sky, emitting shrill, high-pitched cries that sounded like crying and laughing, as if they were cheering a declaration of victory!

At first, the two pink and bright red lung lobes were only stained with sporadic turbid grayish-white color.

The power of the slow-breathing curse is still weak, but every time you take a step forward, your throat will itch uncontrollably, and when you exercise vigorously, you will inevitably cough hoarsely.

But after experiencing the help of these six mental rhythms containing the bloody wolves, Mary Mostan's condition not only did not improve, but worsened!
Now that the Delayed Breath Curse had devoured the vitality of the six hearts, that crazy grayish-white color had spread rapidly, like a twisted and squirming white plush blanket tightly wrapping the lungs.

The bright red of life was instantly swallowed up by the horrifying gray, just as the final snow would eventually swallow up the earth.

The delicate lungs trembled with fear, and the icy pain felt like twisted and tangled roots piercing deep into her consciousness!
Ripples of fear spread, shocking every internal organ to the point of trembling involuntarily, the head felt dizzy, chest aches, muscles ached...all kinds of complex pains rushed to the brain like continuous huge waves!
The pain was so intense that her already broken body could not withstand this sudden torture. Even though Mary Mostan tried her best to calm her mind, she could not escape the influence of her physical instincts.

Her meditation was abruptly interrupted. Her light spirit became turbid and heavy again. Her thoughts quickly fell and sank, leaving the spiritual world as vast as the universe and returning to her tattered body.

The isolated physical pain finally broke through the barrier between the spirit and the material, and rushed into Mary's mind without reservation like a bursting dam!

"Ahhh! It hurts! It hurts so much!"

“It hurts so much!!!”

"It feels like I swallowed a cold and hot needle. My lungs are hot, painful, cold and - cough cough cough!"

Her lungs suddenly began to contract as if in spasm, and Mary coughed violently instinctively, as if her pain would be relieved if she could expel all the air from her lungs, cough, cough, cough!!!

The lack of oxygen made the dancer's spirit seem to be imprisoned. She could neither hear nor see, and could not even feel the rough sand and dust beneath her body. The only thing she could feel was the intense pain in her lungs.

She continued to cough to empty the air in her lungs, and in the suffocating emptiness, Mary seemed to have gained a rare peace, and even the pain in her lungs seemed to have eased a bit.

But! How can humans survive without breathing? !

Even a female dancer whose body control ability far exceeds that of ordinary people cannot overcome her physiological instinct for oxygen.

The nasopharynx and throat inhaled a large breath of foul air on their own initiative, but for Mary at this moment, every breath had become extremely dangerous!

The extremely dry air of the scorching desert rushed into the lungs at will, just like a swordsman wielding a flaming blade rushing into a cave full of white tree roots!
The dry blade cut the gray-white roots that looked like willow catkins, but it was like chopping an iron tree forged from solid steel. The cave shook violently, and visible blood spurted out from the junction of the gray-white roots and the flesh and blood of the cave!
Puff—a large amount of blood instantly flooded the entire cave and gushed out directly from Mary Mostan’s mouth!

The dry air flowed into her lungs and slowly seeped into her blood, the oxygen-rich blood refilling her spirit. Mary Morstan gradually woke up, and she tried her best to control the rhythm of her breathing, trying to slow it down so that the dry blade in her lungs would swing gently and slowly.

"It still hurts... Every time I take a breath it feels like a soft knife is slowly filing and scraping my lungs..."

"But at least I have regained control of my body..."

"If I just breathe slowly and speak softly...it shouldn't cause too much pain..."

After being tortured by the Curse of Delayed Breath, an idea emerged in Mary Morstan's heart.

After all, I am just a secret transmitter who has just stepped onto the fourth level of the ascension ladder. In essence, I am still just a vulnerable human being.

But humans are too fragile.

In this world, there are too many things that can threaten human life.

Not to mention the powerful weapons of destruction that humans have created to harm and exploit their own kind... natural disasters, beasts, and poisonous insects... any one of them can easily take the life of an unarmed person.

And all kinds of strange viruses... Even Washington, the founding father of America, had no way to overcome the cold; even the supreme poet Dante could not convince the terrible malaria to spare his life... Even if your fame and achievements are prominent enough to leave a mark in history books, you cannot overcome birth, aging, illness and death.

Only in the face of illness and death can human beings have the opportunity to achieve true equality.

“Ascension… Only those who have passed the seventh step can defeat death!”

"I...there is absolutely no way I will fall here!"

"I must complete the seven destined dances!"

"I must step onto the top seventh step!!!"

The side effects of suffocation and lack of oxygen gradually subsided, and the darkness in front of Mary's eyes began to fade away. An unusually firm light shone in her eyes.

As soon as Mary regained her vision, she saw that the owner of the wild heartbeat was standing in front of her.

The other person's chest was inlaid with two extremely fitting thin armor plates, which were rising and falling slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.

In the middle of the two black armor plates was a pool of sticky blood. The sticky bright red blood was mixed with some grayish phlegm and black fragments - this was the blood that Mary had just spit out.

She raised her head slightly and looked at the smooth head which was also covered with a thin layer of black armor plates and seemed to be wearing some kind of helmet that was close to the scalp.

The other person's face was almost completely distorted, with dark, bulging eyes as big as fists, as if inlaid with two roughly carved obsidian stones.

Two sickle-like serrated fangs protruded ferociously from the chewing muscles, but the other teeth in the mouth were still as smooth as those of ordinary people. The pink fleshy tongue, split like a trident, was constantly curling and spreading out.

Mary looked directly into those two dark, terrifying, multi-faceted eyes, and suddenly felt an inexplicable fear rising from deep in her heart, and her shoulders trembled slightly involuntarily.

Even she herself couldn't explain the reason for this sudden fear.

Perhaps it was because of the constantly moving darkness deep in the other person's eyes that gave her a strange feeling of déjà vu but she couldn't remember it at all.

Or maybe it was because the fear of the other person's hideous and terrifying appearance had already been deeply engraved in her blood...

Mary quietly turned her eyes away and no longer looked directly into the deep darkness.

She temporarily suppressed her indignation and resentment about the fact that the other party's brutal use of the power of the mind to cure her delayed breath curse failed, but instead caused the power of the curse to become stronger.

Instead, he showed a soft and pitiful expression, and said with a weak breath:
"Mr. Watson... Please help me up first--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and a cold foreign feeling broke into the body cavity.

Mary looked down and saw that the other party's bent and deformed claws, like sharp blades, had pierced deeply into her chest, and two lines of bright red blood flowed on her snow-white skin.

Confusion and anxiety were buzzing in her chest!

(End of this chapter)