Chapter 241 What the hell is this?

Ling Mo had pretty much figured out the nature of this dungeon.

Typically, zombie mode dungeons are all about numbers; while individual zombies may be pathetic, they make up for it with their sheer quantity. To put it simply, even if you wanted to take down thirty thousand pigs, you’d require quite a bit of time—okay, maybe pigs are smarter than zombies.

But this dungeon… it might be about quality.

There aren’t many zombies, but each one is comparable to a mother body—or is a mother body, for that matter.

Their task is to eliminate an A-rank zombie mother body. Who knows if there are B, C, or D rank ones still roaming this city, right?

So their primary mission now is to use this one individual to probe the strength and weakness of the dungeon’s enemies—just imagine, if a few mother bodies burst out while players are busy fighting amongst themselves, that would be quite the thrill.

However, it surprised Ling Mo that the fat guy’s lightning had absolutely no effect on this creature. After all, the fat guy’s lightning carried soul-damaging properties, too…

Well, okay, zombies typically shouldn’t have souls.

“Daylight, could you step back a bit?” After pondering for a moment, Ling Mo raised his hand. “I’m afraid I might hurt you.”

The fat guy, well aware of Ling Mo’s abilities, tossed aside any concerns about embarrassment. Upon hearing this, he immediately turned and ran back: “Wait for me, I’m standing back first!”

It’s quite strange; Ling Mo’s manipulation range is vast, yet he’s acting like a complete fool now, unable to pull himself together at all.

The fat guy felt uneasy while moving alongside him, afraid that he might accidentally blow himself up.

Ling Mo, on the other hand, was quite relaxed.

Though this monster appeared terrifying, it moved extremely slowly. He naturally found himself retreating faster than it could advance, so this monster not only allowed them to gauge the dungeon’s general difficulty, but also served as a perfect punching bag.

Ling Mo’s ability had reached a temporary bottleneck, so lately, he’d been focused on enhancing his horizontal level—put simply, he was working on developing increasingly outrageous tricks to maximize his current damage potential, which is what he’s been mulling over.

Interestingly enough, it was thanks to Xia Xinyan’s rebirth that Ling Mo’s stubbornness regarding becoming stronger exceeded that from his past life by leaps and bounds, a result even Xia Xinyan hadn’t considered.

Moreover, she didn’t even realize just how strong Ling Mo had become.

Whenever he had free time, Ling Mo would secretly train, and she was perfectly happy about it.

This was precisely why participating in the God of War Cup would give Xia Xinyan a chance to witness his true strength.

After all, while both of them had made it into the top ten of the strength rankings, Ling Mo was still ranked below Xia Xinyan.

Once the fat guy reached a safe distance, Ling Mo began to act unhurriedly.

Suddenly, a vast web of white threads appeared above the monster’s head, sketching out an enormous, fully enclosed cage within seconds, which was filled with all sorts of bombs.

Once the items materialized, the cage swiftly descended, trapping the bombs along with the creature below.

Ling Mo took two steps back and snapped his fingers.

A deafening rumble resonated from within the cage, causing even the extremely sturdy cage to contort, and finally, with a last, most powerful explosion, it shattered under the pressure, sending shrapnel scattering powerfully in all directions, almost hitting Ling Mo, who was standing not far from it—

He promptly dispelled all created objects.

The wrecked cage, the flying fragments, and even the invisible shockwave caused by the explosion vanished in an instant, as if it were magic.

This was one of the most unreasonable aspects of his abilities—once he dispelled a creation, all effects connected to it would disappear.

Even if he manifested a roasted chicken for someone to eat, when he dispelled the creation, even if the chicken meat had already been transformed into energy in the body, it could be perfectly regurgitated, abruptly interrupting any physiological responses connected to it—one could say this is rather akin to poison.

However, explosive items are different; their primary destructive power comes from the explosive shockwaves and any potential auxiliary damage mechanisms, meaning the destruction caused by the explosion isn’t based on the explosive itself. Thus, even if those effects disappear instantly, the resultant damage cannot be reversed.

It’s akin to sawing down a tree.

With this effect in mind, Ling Mo’s ability had quite an expansive potential.

Gazing at the monster that had been blasted into a heap of minced meat, Ling Mo sighed.

Indeed, as long as it’s flesh and blood, there’s nothing that doesn’t fear explosions.

However, just as he intended to turn back, a twisted arm emerged from the pile of gore.

Ling Mo paused.

In the next moment, the pile of blood and flesh suddenly quaked and began growing rapidly, with a vast number of bone structures—thicker than an average human waist—growing in a completely scientifically impossible manner from the mass. Muscular tissue rapidly formed over the bones, causing this skeleton to become robust.

What ultimately formed was… a gigantic zombie dog standing nearly ten meters tall.

Ling Mo: “…”

Crap.

The zombie dog glanced down at him, let out a shrill howl, then opened its jaws wide, ready to swallow him whole!

Just then, a figure suddenly leaped onto the zombie dog’s back and plunged a knife into its neck, causing the creature to yelp in pain, stopping its attempt to devour him and shaking its head violently in an attempt to dislodge its assailant.

Xia Xinyan fell off its back just in time, grabbing Ling Mo and running: “Aren’t you going to hurry up?!”

Her strike seemed to send the zombie dog into a rage, and it let out a low growl before charging at them.

This time, its speed was no longer the slow shuffle from before; it even seemed to be faster than them, prompting the fat guy to shout: “What the hell is this?!”

Bai Yu even added two thrusters to his back—otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to keep up with his three teammates, allowing him to be a bit more leisurely than the others: “I just analyzed this creature’s tissue with mechanical bees—every single cell is constantly dividing, this is not something that should exist in scientific terms! Unless you all kill every cell on it simultaneously, it theoretically can’t die! And it will only get stronger!”

Just as Ling Mo was about to throw a bomb backward, he stopped: “Getting stronger?”

“Right, its cells accelerate division when stimulated and don’t need to absorb external energy at all.”

“So, this is its third form?!” The fat guy was dumbfounded. “Then what the hell is this?!”

Since when do zombies act like this?!