Yun Qianqian gritted her teeth, suddenly looking at Mao Wudi and the other two.

"Chief Mao, Chief Tie, Chief Rou, search! Even if you have to dig up Dream City three feet deep, you must find those 990,000 failed experimental corpses!"

Mao Wudi and the other two exchanged glances, seeing the heaviness and terror in each other's eyes. They had naturally heard Wan Youyu's words and could infer the terrifying truth that those 990,000 corpses might conceal.

The three of them didn't hesitate and immediately ordered their subordinates to take action.

The 900 elite warriors they brought quickly dispersed into dozens of small teams, conducting a carpet search of the Brothers Alliance's sphere of influence from the inside out. 990,000 corpses, such a massive number, would surely leave traces if they were still within the Dream City area.

"Haha, haha!"

Wan Youyu's voice seemed to come from the depths of hell.

"You'll never find them... Those corpses are no longer in this city. Did you think I would keep the true successful ones by my side? Yun Qianqian, you are too naive... My existence is to ensure that the true successful ones can be born safely and smoothly. Just wait, you are the ones who will lose! The glory of my race will completely engulf this land."

Wan Youyu's voice was full of endless mockery and triumph, as if he was declaring an irreversible fate to Yun Qianqian.

From Wan Youyu's damaged windpipe, a few final, broken, sandpaper-like cackles squeezed out, each syllable accompanied by the grating sound of internal organ fragments, particularly jarring on the dead silent scorched earth.

His sole remaining right eye, with a nearly pathological fervor and mockery burning in its depths, was fixed on Yun Qianqian, as if to brand her image into hell.

"You... will never... find them..."

Each word seemed to be forced out from his ruptured lungs.

"...The true... successful ones... are already... elsewhere... gradually... awakening... Haha... Yun Qianqian... you... and your... ants... will eventually... become... offerings... to my race's... glory... Just wait..."

The maniacal laughter gradually weakened, turning into unintelligible, blood-flecked gurgles. His entire body seemed to have been drained of its last ounce of strength, collapsing completely onto the cold, filthy scorched earth. Only his remaining right eye still stared tightly at the gloomy sky, madness and a strange, chilling anticipation solidified in its pupil.

In Yun Qianqian's charming phoenix eyes, the last trace of inquiry completely transformed into cold killing intent.

Wan Youyu's wild words were like a poisoned dagger, piercing deeply into the huge shadow that had just risen in her heart.

The whereabouts of 990,000 "failed" corpses were unknown, and the so-called "1% success rate" hid an even more terrifying truth—the true "successful ones" were not these crippled remnants before her, but the vanished, 990,000 overlooked ones!

The chill brought by this realization was more biting than the cold winter wind.

Her red lips were tightly pressed, suppressing the surging turmoil, her gaze, sharp as a blade, swept over the remaining half-zombie army, prostrate and trembling on the ground.

These monsters, previously violent and bloodthirsty, were now like lambs to the slaughter, stripped of all their ferocity. Their rotten heads were buried deep in the soil, their incomplete bodies trembled like sieves, and the intense scent of despair almost solidified.

"Chief Mao, Chief Tie, Chief Rou!"

Yun Qianqian's voice was clear and cold as an ice spring, carrying an undeniable authority that pierced through the heavy air.

"Seal all entrances and exits of the entire Dream City!

Initiate the highest alert!

Not even a fly is allowed to leave!

At the same time, thoroughly investigate all Brothers Alliance warehouses, underground facilities, and transport records! Even if you have to dig three hundred feet deep, you must find any clues about large-scale corpse transfers!"

Mao Wudi, Tie Zhenshan, and Rou Moyu's expressions were extremely solemn; they had been played!

The three great chiefs, manipulated by a half-zombie!

What was even harder for them to accept was that the opponent not only toyed with them but also revealed a chilling fact—the so-called "failures" were the real threat.

Rou Moyu gritted her silver teeth, her face as pale as paper. She could feel cold sweat slowly trickling down her spine.

The three exchanged glances, seeing heaviness and anger in each other's eyes.

Without hesitation, the three turned and left. They had to quickly unify all forces in Dream City to mobilize all available power and conduct searches in every corner of this vast metropolis.

Yun Qianqian's gaze returned to Wan Youyu's dying, seemingly unresigned remains.

She knew that Wan Youyu was still alive, and given time, he would surely return to his peak.

She slowly raised her hand and pointed at him:

"Kong Ling, completely restrain him, ensuring he can no longer make any abnormal movements or self-destruct.

Bring him, along with the several valuable eight-line Slash Zombies around him, back to the base.

Once we're done here, we will 'properly' entertain them." Her voice carried a hint of cold cruelty. This was no longer a simple captive, but a crucial key to unraveling the mystery of the 990,000 missing corpses and the so-called "true successful ones," as well as Wan Youyu's deeper, unspeakable secrets.

Kong Ling nodded slightly, light shimmering in her brilliant diamond eyes. Invisible spatial power, like the toughest shackles, instantly wrapped around Wan Youyu and the few powerful half-zombies still clinging to life around him.

Their bodies were completely solidified in an invisible spatial cage, unable to even twitch, leaving only solidified fear and despair in their eyes.

Yun Qianqian's gaze finally rested on the crimson left eye floating in Kong Ling's palm.

The eyeball trembled slightly in the spatial cage like a living thing, its crimson light swirling eerily on the surface, as if silently mocking her futility.

The faint, unfamiliar will she had previously sensed, hidden beneath the crimson, now seemed even deeper and more... dangerous, amplified by Wan Youyu's wild claims.

"As for it..." Yun Qianqian's voice deepened a few shades, a never-before-seen solemnity coloring her charming brows,

"Bring it back as well."

The sense of unease in her heart grew like rampant vines. Wan Youyu's earlier words, the 990,000 unknown horrors, and this eyeball containing an unusual will—all these clues were like a massive shadow, quietly descending, portending a disaster far more terrifying than the impending pathogen outbreak.

She turned her head, looking at the remaining half-zombies still prostrate on the ground. A cold glint flashed in her charming phoenix eyes, then she spoke faintly:

"Keep 100 for experiments; clear out all the rest. Not a single one can be left."

The moment the order was given, the Bixiao Guards and Qing Ying Vanguard immediately sprang into action. Cold pine needle spears and energy beams crisscrossed through the half-zombie horde, screams and flying flesh interweaving into a scene of carnage.

Although these were half-zombies, they also produced zombie crystals, and the lowest-grade zombie crystals were six-line zombie crystals. The eight-line Slash Zombies that were killed even produced ten-line zombie crystals.

Yun Qianqian naturally wouldn't waste these zombie crystals. After collecting all of them, to be safe, she even had Huo Er incinerate the entire battlefield until all the remnants were completely reduced to ashes.

Only then did she feel relieved enough to leave with the captives, heading towards the Steel Fortress's temporary command post.