Zuo Feng stared into Wen Dizhi's scarlet eyes and slowly said, "Even if you don't say it, do you really think I'm completely unaware?"

Wen Dizhi's expression shifted slightly, but he quickly reverted to his condescending, mocking demeanor.

"Zuo Feng, those so-called 'proofs' in your hands are nothing but illusory bubbles.

You don't understand their power, nor can you grasp their will."

His voice was low and full of temptation.

"You think those are corpses? No, those are the cocoons of Awakened ones. Have you seen them emerge from their cocoons? That is a metamorphosis beyond life and death."

He panted slightly, as if recalling a magnificent scene.

"You will understand, when you are surrounded by them, when you have no choice but to face their power, you will realize your own insignificance. They are not here to destroy humanity, but to reshape this world.

And you, Zuo Feng, will eventually become a speck of dust in the long river of history, witnessing it all."

Wen Dizhi's voice gradually lowered, but it still carried a fervent certainty, as if that irreversible future was already before his eyes.

Zuo Feng was silent for a moment, his gaze growing sharper.

"You are mistaken. Who told you I haven't seen them? Or perhaps what you've seen are only low-grade, hybrid Corpse Clan, while what I've seen are higher-level, purebred Corpse Clan existences. Of course, you don't even count as a hybrid Corpse Clan—you're merely a tragic product of a hybrid mixed with human genes, a walking corpse that hasn't even rotted yet."

Wen Dizhi's smile suddenly froze, his face twitching slightly. Then he stared coldly at Zuo Feng, once again displaying that mocking smile.

"Do you think I care about these insults? Zuo Feng, I was once human. Don't try to deceive me with such a low-level lie!"

Zuo Feng's fingers tapped lightly on the table, a slow but oppressive rhythm.

"Deceive you? You know about Void Land, right? Do you know how Void Land came to be?"

Zuo Feng stared into Wen Dizhi's eyes and continued:

"I have seen the true Corpse Clan King. Its scarlet blood-eyes pierced through space, transcending temporal rifts to gaze at me. I was even bestowed with two drops of the supreme Corpse King's Blood. Those two drops of blood, by their mere existence, caused the surrounding space to collapse and annihilate. Otherwise, why do you think Void Land appeared near Firefly Base? That is proof that the Corpse Clan King bestowed upon me the supreme Corpse Blood!"

For a fanatic like Wen Dizhi, the only way to extract information from him was to join them.

Zuo Feng had no prior contact with the Corpse Clan and no leads, but he decided to take a gamble, betting that the countless eyes summoned by the Slash Zombie's sacrifice, the existence injured by Si Jingjing and Si Yingying, and the two drops of blood that caused Void Land to appear, were all connected to the Corpse Clan!

Wen Dizhi's pupils suddenly contracted, as if struck by an invisible force.

His breathing became rapid, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

"Impossible... That void, that is the mark of a divine miracle, how could you—why you? Impossible! You're lying to me!"

Wen Dizhi's words made Zuo Feng's pupils constrict violently. Mao Wudi and the other two, along with Da Bai Tu, even held their breath. They had all witnessed the entire birth of Void Land and never expected it to actually be related to the Corpse Clan!

No need for further explanation, Wen Dizhi's reaction said it all!

Zuo Feng immediately pressed on, saying:

"Hmph, impossible? Why impossible? I received this grace through sacrifice! And you, you don't even have the qualifications to sacrifice, you can only hide in the shadows, calling yourself a messenger of God."

Wen Dizhi's face instantly turned pale, and cold sweat seeped from his temples, as if the pillar of his faith had been destroyed. Then he suddenly looked up, a glimmer of madness intertwined with jealousy flashing in his eyes.

"You're lying! You don't understand the true sacrificial ritual at all. My Lord painstakingly gathered 990,000 offerings and still didn't dare to easily open the door of sacrifice. How could you?

What did you sacrifice?

You're just an ant stealing a miracle!

Impossible! How could the King of my Corpse Clan bestow upon you the supreme divine blood! You're lying!"

Wen Dizhi's phrases "my Lord" and "990,000 offerings" were like a giant rock thrown into still water, stirring up a thousand waves in the confined space of the command room.

Everyone's hearts were in turmoil; this Wen Dizhi actually had a superior!

Even more suffocating was the realization that the 990,000 vanished corpses were not for creating a stronger zombie army, but for preparing a sacrificial ritual strong enough to tear through space and time, to summon the true Corpse Clan into this world!

These lunatics were actually trying to summon the true Corpse Clan into this world!

Whether it was Zuo Feng, Yun Qianqian, or Mao Wudi and the other two, they had all seen the eyes summoned by the sacrifice and that terrifying blood. They knew very well that the horror of that thing was far beyond what ordinary zombies could compare to.

That sense of oppression still made people tremble with fear when they thought about it now.

Zuo Feng narrowed his eyes, slowly scanning Wen Dizhi's twisted face, and continued to press:

"Do you think what your master says is true?

Do you think he is the true representative of the Corpse Clan?

Your master in E City is the true thief who schemes to steal the power of the Corpse Clan!

You're just a poor wretch who's been deceived and misled!"

Zuo Feng had previously speculated that Wan Youyu's existence as a half-human, half-corpse might be related to a certain force or individual in E City. Now, he needed to further verify his speculation and see if he could find a breakthrough from Wen Dizhi's reaction.

When Wen Dizhi heard the words "E City," his turbid scarlet pupils suddenly constricted, as if his most sensitive nerve had been touched.

But then he sneered, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing, "Zuo Feng, what do you want to get out of me? My master's hiding place? Or the true whereabouts of those 990,000 offerings?

Haha, stop dreaming!

I tell you, they are in E City, do you believe me?

If you're so capable, go to E City and look! See what you can find!"

Wen Dizhi's voice was full of mockery and madness.

Zuo Feng's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already churning. E City, indeed, was inextricably linked to all of this.

However, Wen Dizhi's master and the 990,000 offerings might not necessarily be in E City.

Now, Wen Dizhi had clearly realized the situation, and it would be too difficult to extract any more information from him.

Wen Dizhi gasped for breath, his scarlet pupils fixed on Zuo Feng, swirling with the madness of being thoroughly provoked and a hatred that bordered on blasphemy.

"Zuo Feng! You blasphemer! You simply don't understand... you simply don't understand what true sacrifice means!

And you are utterly unworthy of that supreme grace!

That Void Land... that blood... that must be a miracle bestowed by my Lord!

It just happened... it just happened to be stumbled upon by a despicable thief like you!"

His voice was intermittent due to excitement and weakness, yet it carried a hysterical certainty.

"As for my master... you will never find him (her)!

While you are still gloating over those pathetic 'proofs,' he (she) has already... already surpassed your imagination!"