Rou Moyu's lips curved into a mocking smile. She took a step forward, meeting Wan Youyu's gaze without any hint of backing down.

“Your strength has indeed grown, surpassing ours, but can you still be called ‘human’ now? You are just a puppet, a walking corpse, a dreg completely eroded by power and desire.

Let me guess, is your human consciousness dominant now, or do your zombie instincts have the upper hand? Or are you a hybrid product of the two?”

Her voice had no fluctuations, yet each word was like a needle, directly piercing Wan Youyu’s remaining humanity.

The smile on Wan Youyu’s face suddenly froze, and the crimson light in his eyes flickered violently, as if a forbidden topic had been touched.

If not for absolute necessity, who would willingly live in a half-human, half-zombie state?

Rou Moyu’s words were like a sharp knife, cutting through the calm he desperately tried to maintain.

Wan Youyu’s eyes abruptly constricted, and his body trembled slightly, seemingly suppressing some extreme emotion.

He stared intently at Rou Moyu, his voice deep as thunder,

“So what? Living is the most important thing. The law of the jungle, survival of the fittest—this is an eternal, unchanging rule.

Even if you reach the level of nine bars, what then?

After this battle, I will completely transform you into my most loyal servants, forever subservient to my will.

Tsk tsk, three powerhouses at the nine bars level, tsk tsk, what a wonderful gift.”

Wan Youyu chuckled softly, his laughter filled with endless chill and madness.

Rou Moyu’s gaze was slightly cold, revealing a hint of disdain and mockery.

She tidied a wisp of hair by her ear and responded calmly:

“Wan Youyu, let me guess, did you embark on this half-human, half-zombie path because you previously became a carrier of the New Symbiotic Zombie Virus? You didn’t want to die, so you chose to coexist with the virus, turning yourself into a half-human, half-zombie.

But this technology doesn’t exist anywhere in H City. Where did you get it?

Which force is secretly supporting you?

You are nothing but an experiment, a pawn being used, you won’t even know how you died.”

Rou Moyu’s voice was cold, her eyes indifferent, as if she had seen through everything about Wan Youyu.

There was no fear in her eyes, only pity and disdain after discerning the truth.

Wan Youyu’s smile completely vanished, replaced by extreme ferocity.

His fingernails slowly extended, gleaming with a metallic luster, and the ground beneath his feet instantly cracked.

“You truly understand nothing. Do you think I am merely trying to survive? No, I have long transcended life and death. That power… is a blessing I actively chose. It allowed me to see the true nature of the world.”

He slowly raised his hand, and an invisible ripple seemed to condense in the air.

“You ants, still struggling within the confines of humanity, you don’t understand what evolution is!”

His voice seemed to carry a seductive power, deep and shocking.

Rou Moyu, however, remained still. The reason she spoke so much to Wan Youyu, instead of directly informing Yun Qianqian to eliminate him and his half-zombie army, was to uncover the intentions of the force behind Wan Youyu.

Neither the massive number of nearly five thousand half-zombie warriors nor the technology that turned Wan Youyu into a half-zombie could be achieved by Wan Youyu’s small Brothers Alliance. Moreover, his slaughter of nearly a million survivors to create an impending pathogen required nearly a million doses of medicine, a colossal resource consumption that the Brothers Alliance simply couldn't bear.

The only explanation was the existence of a powerful and clandestine organization behind him. This organization not only possessed research technology for the New Symbiotic Zombie Virus but also had vast financial and human resources.

Rou Moyu already had a direction for her speculation, but it was not yet confirmed; she needed more evidence.

Thus, she decided to continue provoking Wan Youyu, attempting to extract more information from him.

“Wan Youyu, you think you’ve surpassed humanity, but unfortunately, you are nothing more than a pawn in someone else’s experiment.

Aren’t you curious why I, Mao Wudi, and Tie Zhenshan were able to reach the level of nine bars?

Oh, I forgot to mention, I, like you before, am also a carrier of the New Symbiotic Zombie Virus, but our outcomes are vastly different because I became a Super Individual, while you degenerated into a puppet controlled by others.”

Rou Moyu’s clear, cold voice echoed in the silent square, like a stone dropped into a deep pool, stirring a violent crimson vortex in Wan Youyu’s eyes.

His body suddenly stiffened, as if struck hard by an invisible heavy hammer.

“You… what did you say?!”

Wan Youyu’s voice abruptly rose, sharp as grinding metal. On his half-human, half-zombie face, the human half of his muscles twisted from extreme shock and doubt, while the zombie half’s blood vessels bulged, and crimson patterns writhed like living things.

“Super Individual? Carrier? Impossible! The New Symbiotic Zombie Virus has no such ‘Super Individual’ evolutionary path! It only has the path of symbiotic fusion! Don’t try to deceive me!”

He roared, and the cracked area beneath his feet suddenly expanded, debris falling. An invisible pressure swept out like a storm, causing the five thousand half-zombie army behind him to let out uneasy, low growls. Their crimson eyes focused uniformly on Rou Moyu, and the air became so thick it was almost suffocating.

Mao Wudi and Tie Zhenshan were also deeply shaken by Rou Moyu’s sudden confession.

The battle intent burning in Mao Wudi’s eyes was instantly replaced by shock and doubt. He looked incredulously at the slender yet upright figure beside him, his hand gripping the a-grade metal spear tightening involuntarily.

On Tie Zhenshan’s stoic, mountain-like face, his brows furrowed tightly, and thoughts raced through his mind—Rou Moyu was clearly trying to provoke Wan Youyu, igniting his deepest inferiority and rage, thereby drawing out the secrets hidden within him.

“Deceive you?” Rou Moyu faced Wan Youyu’s violent pressure, not only not retreating but taking another step forward. Her slender figure appeared incredibly small before the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, yet she possessed an unshakeable resilience.

Her gaze was sharp as a knife, precisely cutting through Wan Youyu’s feigned composure.

“Look at us! Wan Youyu! Look at the three ‘nine bars’ standing before you! Do you think mere ordinary cultivation could achieve this level?

If not for external forces, which normal cultivator could do it?

In this apocalypse where viruses rage and resources are scarce? H City?

Or rather, did that ‘generous’ mysterious organization behind you, which gave you technology and resources, ever tell you that the true potential of the virus goes beyond half-human, half-zombie symbiosis?”

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Mao Wudi and Tie Zhenshan, her tone carrying a cold certainty:

“The three of us were all carriers of the New Symbiotic Zombie Virus. But what was the result?

We stand here, our consciousness clear, our power stemming from ourselves, not from coexisting with decay.

We control the virus, rather than being enslaved by the virus and the dark forces behind it!

This is a ‘Super Individual’! This is the correct direction for evolution!

And you, Wan Youyu, you were merely deceived by their lies of ‘power’ or ‘immortality,’ led down a predetermined, completely controlled dead end!

Your proud army is nothing but a tool to serve others!

You are the pitiful fool who was kept in the dark, not even knowing your own value!”

Mao Wudi and Tie Zhenshan were not carriers of the New Symbiotic Zombie Virus before, but to more thoroughly provoke Wan Youyu, Rou Moyu didn’t mind telling this lie.