Bio-engineered Dinosaur in the immortal world-Chapter 75: Fallen beast

The battlefield was a chaotic frenzy of roars, snarls, and the sickening crunch of bones shattering under sheer brute force.

Wei Long, standing like an ancient war god, tore through the demonic beasts relentlessly.

His claws, sharper than steel, slashed through thick hides and exposed pulsing flesh.

His jaws snapped shut on writhing bodies, his fangs sinking deep as blood gushed like rivers.

Every bite sent tremors through the ground, every swing of his powerful arms sent bodies flying. It was a massacre.

Despite the overwhelming advantage Wei Long had, Elder Shao Yun refused to relent.

He stood above the battlefield, his muscles twitching with anticipation, his eyes filled with a manic gleam as he bellowed, "MORE! MORE! GIVE HIM EVERYTHING WE HAVE!"

His voice cracked under the sheer force of his command, but he didn’t care.

The beasts, countless in number, obeyed, charging forward with a suicidal desperation, their eyes clouded with madness.

Claws raked across Wei Long’s hide, fangs snapped at his limbs, but nothing stopped him.

He was a moving calamity, a prehistoric force that had evolved beyond the understanding of these creatures.

The more they attacked, the more he fed, his hunger insatiable, his strength only increasing with every beast he devoured.

Shao Yun, despite his outward bravado, was seething inside.

He watched as his prized demonic beasts fell one by one, utterly powerless against this monstrosity.

His lips curled into a sneer, but behind that expression was something more sinister.

He wasn’t just throwing these creatures at Wei Long out of desperation—he was biding his time.

He needed Wei Long to kill more, to devour more.

The black ink slithering across the beast’s feet was his true goal.

Wei Long was so engrossed in the fight that he failed to notice the dark corruption creeping up his legs, slithering like living veins of tar.

Every beast he consumed seemed to fuel its growth, the ink pulsating, expanding, crawling ever higher.

It fed off carnage, it fed off slaughter, and Shao Yun knew it.

His lips trembled with excitement, his breath came in uneven gasps as he muttered under his breath, "Yes… yes… the corruption is taking hold. Just a little more, and you’ll be mine."

Wei Long, however, wasn’t fazed.

He laughed, a deep guttural sound that sent chills down the spines of even the most battle-hardened demonic cultivators watching from the distance.

"Why don’t you come down here yourself, old man?" he taunted, his voice thick with amusement as he bit down on yet another beast, crushing its bones in his powerful jaws before swallowing it whole.

Shao Yun flinched for a brief moment, his instincts screaming at him to stay away, but his pride refused to let him show weakness.

He clenched his fists, but still, he remained in place. "Keep attacking!" he screeched, his voice breaking as his desperation grew.

The beasts lunged with reckless abandon, yet the outcome remained the same. Blood rained down, painting the ground in a crimson lake.

Bodies piled up, and still, Wei Long stood unshaken.

And yet, the ink continued to crawl, winding around Wei Long’s muscled legs, slithering up his torso, inching ever closer to his heart.

Shao Yun grinned wickedly, his voice lowering to a whisper only he could hear, "You can kill all you want, beast, but in the end, you will be mine."

Wei Long suddenly paused mid-swipe, something flickering in his mind.

He finally noticed the creeping sensation, the unnatural cold slithering along his body like an unwanted parasite.

He looked down at himself, finally taking in the full extent of the corruption.

His massive prehistoric form, once a spectacle of raw evolutionary power, was now covered in thick, pulsating black ink.

He blinked.

Then, he tilted his head and smirked.

Shao Yun’s triumphant expression faltered.

Wei Long let out a slow, rumbling chuckle.

"You think this changes anything?" he said, flexing his claws. "You think some cheap demonic trick can tame me?" He lifted his arm, watching as the ink spread to his shoulder. He gave it a casual shake, but the substance refused to leave his skin.

Shao Yun’s grin returned. "It’s too late," he whispered to himself. "Your fate is sealed."

But then, Wei Long did something unexpected.

He opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and roared.

Not just any roar—a deafening, soul-shaking bellow that sent shockwaves through the air.

The force of it shattered nearby boulders, sent weaker beasts tumbling backward, and even made Shao Yun stagger slightly.

But more importantly, the ink on Wei Long’s body began to ripple.

Shao Yun’s eyes widened in disbelief. "What?!"

Wei Long continued roaring, the sheer force of his breath vibrating through the battlefield.

The black ink wavered, pulsing violently as if in pain.

Cracks began to form along its surface, and then, like peeling bark, the corrupted substance started flaking off.

It disintegrated, crumbling into dust as Wei Long’s raw, uncontainable life force rejected the demonic influence entirely.

Shao Yun watched in horror as the corruption failed to take hold. "No… NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!" His voice was shrill, filled with disbelief and panic.

He had planned everything perfectly. The ink should have consumed Wei Long, should have twisted him into an obedient, mindless beast under his control.

Wei Long licked his teeth, rolling his shoulders as the last remnants of the ink faded into nothingness.

He looked up at Shao Yun, eyes gleaming with amusement.

"Nice try," he said. Then he took a step forward, his foot slamming onto the ground with enough force to create a crater beneath him.

Shao Yun felt his stomach drop.

Wei Long smirked. "Now, let’s see if you can survive when it’s your turn."

Shao Yun took an unconscious step back.

Could the hunter have just become the prey?

Wei Long advanced step by step, his enormous, prehistoric form exuding an overwhelming sense of power.

His deep, reverberating footsteps cracked the ground beneath him, each movement filled with a terrifying momentum.

Shao Yun, who had been backing away cautiously, suddenly smirked, his confidence growing as he saw something change in Wei Long.

The tension was palpable. Wei Long’s golden eyes were locked onto Shao Yun, his jaws slowly parting as he prepared to unleash a devastating attack.

His serrated teeth gleamed ominously under the flickering demonic light surrounding them, a harbinger of death.

Xi Na and Glock’Nine watched in tense silence, their bodies wound tight like coiled springs, ready to react at any moment.

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The beasts that remained hesitated, some instinctively shrinking back, but Shao Yun was unfazed, still standing in his position, looking like he wouldn’t move from the time being.

Then, just as Wei Long lunged forward, his massive maw wide open to snap Shao Yun in half, a sudden shift occurred.

Shao Yun’s laughter rang through the battlefield, his voice echoing eerily. "You were so close, beast! But this... this is where your gluttony betrays you!"

Wei Long’s body shuddered violently. His eyes, glowing with primal hunger, flickered for a moment before rolling back into his skull.

His vision blurred, the world twisting and warping, before everything went completely white.

Shao Yun’s laughter grew louder, more frenzied, as he watched the mighty beast sway and collapse.

"Hahaha! Foolish creature! Did you really think you could devour so much demonic Dao essence without consequences?

"Every beast, no matter how powerful, has its limits. Intelligence, willpower, strength—none of it matters when you drown yourself in corruption!"

He strode forward confidently, his flamboyant robes billowing around him. His sharp, perfectly sculpted features twisted with cruel amusement.

"Let me tell you something, oh so mighty tyrant of beasts! You may be strong, yes! You may be a predator beyond compare! But you? You are still just a slave to your instincts! A gluttonous fool! A mindless eater, doomed to succumb to what you consume!"

Wei Long’s body twitched, but Shao Yun merely smirked, watching as dark veins of corruption pulsed violently under the surface of the beast’s once-pristine hide.

The black ink-like substance that had crawled up Wei Long’s legs was now fully wrapped around his torso, strangling his movements.

He could feel it constricting, suffocating his raw power, dulling the primal fire in his core.

The more he struggled, the tighter the inky tendrils became.

"Ah, ah, ah, don’t bother," Shao Yun sang mockingly, waving his hand dismissively. "You’re already mine! Oh, how glorious! You thought you were hunting me, yet here we are! You’re the one trapped, writhing in agony, while I stand victorious!"

Shao Yun tilted his head, eyes gleaming with wicked delight.

"This is how the Demonic Path prevails! We do not need to defeat our enemies through brute force alone. No, no, no! We let them defeat themselves! I didn’t need to best you in combat, Wei Long.

"I just had to let you indulge in your hunger! And now? Look at you! You can’t even move without feeling excruciating pain, can you? Hahaha!"

Wei Long attempted to lift his head, but a sharp, electrifying pain tore through his limbs. His throat rumbled, a deep, guttural growl escaping despite himself.

The beast inside him howled, resisting, refusing to be shackled by anything—by anyone!

But Shao Yun only laughed louder.

"Go on! Try to fight it! Try to free yourself! It’s pointless! The more you resist, the deeper the corruption seeps into your flesh! Every single beast that has consumed too much demonic essence has met the same fate!

"You think you’re special? You think you’re different? No! You are just another victim! And soon, you will either perish, or..."

His voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his red-painted lips curling with dark pleasure. "You will become my pet."

Glock’Nine, watching from the sidelines, gritted his teeth, his body trembling with frustration.

"Dammit, Wei Long! Get up! Don’t let this guy get to you!" But even as he shouted, he saw how Wei Long’s massive body continued to convulse, his muscles spasming uncontrollably.

"The ink-like corruption pulsed violently, growing stronger with every passing second.

Xi Na, standing beside him, clenched her fists. Her nails dug deep into her palms, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the scene unfolding before her.

The sheer arrogance, the cruelty radiating from Shao Yun was suffocating. And worst of all? It was working.

Wei Long, the indomitable, the monstrous, the terrifying, was actually losing.

Shao Yun turned his attention to Xi Na and Glock’Nine, his crimson eyes shimmering with malice.

"And as for you two? You should be grateful. You get to witness history in the making! The moment the so-called tamed beasts eat his master could be witnessed falls! How poetic! How beautiful! How utterly, devastatingly tragic!"

He let out a sigh, pressing a hand against his chest as if he were overwhelmed with emotion. "Truly, it brings a tear to my eye. I will make sure to order it and devour you!"

Wei Long, his entire body now encased in the writhing black ink, let out a choked snarl.

His vision swam, his mind felt sluggish, heavy.

Something was wrong.

This wasn’t just demonic corruption.

It was something far more sinister.

He could feel his own instincts warring against him. His body demanded more, more, more—it wanted to consume, to devour, to gorge on the power in front of him. But it was a trap. A loop with no end.

Shao Yun’s voice was like a sickly-sweet poison, dripping with false sympathy. "Don’t worry, little beast. It will all be over soon. Embrace it! Become one with the demonic path! Lose yourself in hunger! It’s the only way!"

The laughter that followed was deafening, drowning out everything else.

It echoed through the chamber, reverberating in the air, filling every crack and crevice. It was triumphant, victorious, absolute.

Shao Yun had won.

Or so he thought.

Because deep within Wei Long’s flickering consciousness, something stirred.

A fire, ancient and primal, a force beyond mere hunger or corruption.

A will that refused to be shackled.

The darkness had not devoured Wei Long.

No.

Wei Long would suddenly show his sadistic teeth—making a smirk.