A few soldiers surrounded Zhou Yicheng in the middle. No one said a word. At this time, Zhou Yicheng's face was like a dead man's. In a short period of time, he had already lost a lot of weight. His cheekbones were high, and his cheeks were sunken. His flesh seemed to be rapidly draining away. His breathing was getting weaker and weaker, as if he was on his last breath.
The reddish-yellow pus oozed out of his body faster and faster. Not only was it coming out of the punctures, but all of his pores were oozing out. His whole body was getting greasy, and his body seemed to be rotting at an accelerated rate. As time passed, a puddle of pus had accumulated under his body, giving off a strange rotten smell that made people want to puke.
The atmosphere among the soldiers was low. Some of them had tears in their eyes.
Huang Jiahui and the others only watched from afar. They did not go near, but kept glancing at the door from time to time. The only person they could save was Luo Yuan, and they hoped that they could make it in time.
After some time, they heard heavy footsteps and the sound of a heavy object rubbing against the ground.
Everyone was happy.
Not long after, Luo Yuan appeared at the door with a four-meter-long, dog-like beast in his hand.
The creature, which weighed about a ton, seemed to be weightless in Luo Yuan's hands. More importantly, there was no sign of injury on the creature's body. Judging from the mist that was coming out of its nostrils, it was obviously still alive.
"If you don't want him to die, find a room and carry him in," Luo Yuan said as soon as he entered the door, looking at the group of soldiers.
All the soldiers stood up excitedly. "You can save our commander!"
Soldiers were the most stubborn, especially the strong-willed and closed-minded veterans. If Luo Yuan was not an evolved human and had not shown his incredible strength that afternoon, he would have had to spend a lot of effort to persuade them. However, now that Luo Yuan had said it casually, they obviously believed him.
"I can't guarantee anything, but it's possible," Luo Yuan said. He did not dare to guarantee anything. Although life energy was good, it could not cure the poison. It could only strengthen the body's resistance. Whether it worked or not depended on himself.
"As long as there's hope, we believe in you," a soldier said.
The soldiers quickly got to work. There were many rooms in the outpost, so they quickly arranged a room and carried Zhou Yicheng into it.
"Everyone else, get out!" Luo Yuan walked up with the giant beast and ordered them to leave. As he said that, he threw the giant beast heavily. The giant beast seemed to move instinctively, but it did not wake up. Clearly, it was completely unconscious.
The soldiers seemed to feel the ground shake. After hesitating for a moment, they quickly retreated.
Luo Yuan did not close the door. He took a look at Zhou Yicheng and knew that the situation was critical. In a short period of time, he no longer looked like a human. Patches of blood had appeared on the surface of his skin, and it seemed like his skin was about to melt.
He didn't dare to delay. He pressed down on the beast's head and quickly stabbed the blade into the beast's spine.
"Roar!"
The indescribable pain woke the huge beast up quickly. It opened its mouth and roared angrily. In its rage, it subconsciously wanted to turn over and get up, but to its horror, it found that its body below its neck was completely motionless. It had lost all feeling.
Halfway through the roar, it suddenly turned into a cry of sorrow. However, it stopped abruptly as Luo Yuan gently knocked it out with a punch that was infused with Will.
The world was finally quiet. Only the giant beast was still instinctively twitching.
Luo Yuan pried open Zhou Yicheng's stiff palm and let him hold the handle of the sword. The rest was up to him.
He took advantage of this gap and grasped the inspiration he had gained from the Zhanmadao while he was hunting. He sat cross-legged and focused his Will, immersing himself in his body.
He could now control the Zhanmadao freely. Even if he closed his eyes, it would still appear in his mind. Every inch and every foot could not be clearer. Even a few small dents that could not be seen with the naked eye could be seen clearly.
When he touched the Zhanmadao, he even felt like he was touching his own skin.
It could be said that his familiarity and control of the Zhanmadao had far exceeded his own body.
Up until now, he could only control most of the muscle movements. As for further control of the internal organs and blood flow, there was nothing he could do. Controlling the secretion of hormones and even the life and death of cells was out of his reach. He did not even dare to think about it.
Of course, if he forced himself to use Will, he could slightly affect the internal organs, but it would take a long time and had nothing to do with his ability to control it. It was like a deaf person using a hearing aid. Although he could still hear, it did not mean that he was not deaf anymore.
Luo Yuan had not noticed it before. Perhaps it was because his main attack skill was knife skills, but the knowledge in the system was scattered and not systematic. It was only when he held the Zhanmadao that he suddenly had this idea.
If he could control a cold, dead object like the Zhanmadao, there was no reason that he could not control his body, which was naturally connected to it.
He also realized that every time his Will increased, his control over his body would increase. However, this was passive. He could only rely on his Will to increase, which was far from enough.
His ability had long passed the period of rapid growth that could only be achieved through training on his own. Every attribute point could not be increased by normal training in a short period of time. It was extremely difficult to increase an attribute point. As for the attribute points from the system upgrade, it was not enough. Every attribute was very important, and Will was obviously the last one in Luo Yuan's heart.
Luo Yuan knew that the mysterious connection between him and the Zhanmadao was due to the imprint of Will. If he actively immersed his Will into his body, would he be able to leave an imprint of Will and increase the speed of controlling his body?
Of course, these were all speculations. Everything needed to be verified.
His eyes seemed to be filled with light, and his mind was completely immersed in his body.
His muscle fibers were as dense as a network, his bones were hard and compact, his blood was surging like a river, and his internal organs were squirming. It was like a precise and extremely complicated system. Although he had seen it before when he had actively entered the pulse of the earth to control his heart, he was still amazed by it this time.
All the organs were enlarged in his' eyes'. They were all magnified more than ten times, but this was not the limit. As thoughts flashed in his mind, the 'line of sight' in front of him kept enlarging. In the end, even the smallest capillaries were completely visible.
However, this was already the limit. He could no longer enlarge it. Besides, the consumption of his Sense of Will was more than ten times faster than before.
Luo Yuan maintained this state and scanned every inch of his body with his Will. His Will was consumed like water, and its speed was almost the same as when he was fighting.
He was not surprised but happy. No matter how mysterious his Will was, it was still a kind of force. Power would only be consumed when it worked. For example, if he focused his Will on a knife, as long as he did not cut it, he could maintain it for half an hour to an hour. If it was in a vacuum, it could last longer because there were no air molecules to interfere.
Since the consumption was so fast, his Will must be doing something. Although he did not know where it was being used, it must be effective.
He tried his best to remain calm and began his journey of exploration.
Now that he had a look, he realized that his body was not really healthy. There were bruises in many parts of his body, and some of his capillaries were clogged. His blood could not flow at all. Some of his old wounds were even dislocated when they healed. This was the result of the imbalance of his attributes and the sequelae of overexerting himself.
Even though these were all minor ailments, if they were not resolved and accumulated over time, they would seriously affect one's strength. Perhaps one day, they would suddenly erupt and all their efforts would be for naught. A thousand-mile dike would be destroyed by an ant's nest!
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