Zuo Feng's words were like a clap of thunder, tearing through the oppressive atmosphere in the command room.

Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed dramatically, and their gazes simultaneously fell upon the unconscious Wen Dizhi.

Zuo Feng slowly stood up and recounted his deductions and Professor Yan's words to Mao Wudi, Tie Zhenshan, Rou Moyu, and Da Bai Tu.

The astonishment on the faces of Mao Wudi, Tie Zhenshan, and Rou Moyu instantly froze, as if they had been caught by an invisible frost.

Mao Wudi's pupils suddenly constricted, and the knuckles of his fingers, gripping his tattered sleeve, made a faint 'click' sound from the force.

The shock in Tie Zhenshan's eyes exploded as if it were tangible. Even Rou Moyu, who was usually as calm as water, gasped sharply, and her slender fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeve.

"The mastermind?! Wen Dizhi?!"

Mao Wudi's voice was hoarse with disbelief, as if his throat had been scraped with sandpaper.

He suddenly turned his head, staring intently at the unconscious, weakly breathing figure on the ground, the sense of violent and ominous power from their previous encounter resurfacing in his mind, "Him?! Controlling Wan Youyu? Orchestrating all of this?!"

Tie Zhenshan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently as he tried to digest this earth-shattering news:

"The Gang Leader of Wild Wolf Gang... a respected guest of Luoxia Alliance... is actually the source of the Corpse Tide and the Half-Corpse disaster?!"

His rough voice was filled with lingering fear and towering rage,

"He was right under our noses the whole time! Using our trust in Luoxia Alliance, using our underestimation of the Wild Wolf Gang remnants!"

Rou Moyu said nothing, but her eyes behind her glasses were as sharp as knives, scanning Wen Dizhi as if to pierce through his flesh and uncover his deepest hidden secrets.

She recalled the abnormal burst of strength he displayed when they apprehended him; it was definitely not the power possessed by ordinary Mutants or known ability users. It was a monstrous strength, carrying a decaying aura yet violently twisted. Now, recalling it, it was full of strangeness and subtly echoed Wan Youyu's power.

Da Bai Tu stood beside Zuo Feng, her face also very pale.

She had previously wondered why Xiao Nan Ren suddenly wanted to apprehend the almost forgotten Wen Dizhi, never expecting such a terrifying truth to be involved.

At the same time, she secretly felt fortunate that they had taken it seriously enough to send Mao Wudi and the other two to capture him. Otherwise, if they had sent half the Mutants, they might not have even been able to touch Wen Dizhi.

The air in the command room seemed to have been sucked out, and the heavy pressure made everyone feel suffocated.

Only Wen Dizhi's faint and ragged breathing sounded particularly harsh in this dead silence.

Zuo Feng's gaze slowly swept across the shocked, angry, and disbelieving faces of everyone, finally landing on Wen Dizhi.

He took a step forward, his boot making a crisp echo on the cold floor, breaking the suffocating silence.

"That's right, it's him."

Zuo Feng's voice was not loud, but it had an undeniable penetrative power; every word was like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts,

"Professor Yan personally confirmed that the core theoretical basis for the agent that alters human genes and creates the pathogen originated from Wen Dizhi!

He used Professor Yan's dedication to scientific research, meticulously weaving this trap, personally formulating a poison capable of destroying the world, and then spreading it through pawns like Wan Youyu.

Ninety-nine hundred thousand corpses, the potentially existing 'Corpse Clan', half-human half-corpse monsters... the source of all this points to him!"

He knelt down, his cold gaze falling like a tangible presence on Wen Dizhi's pale face:

"The demise of the Wild Wolf Gang, the protection of Luoxia Alliance... perhaps these were all just parts of his grand plan. He hid extremely deeply, disguised himself too well, until Professor Yan exposed the source of the agent, until you drove him to a corner, did he have no choice but to reveal that power which does not belong to humans!"

Zuo Feng's fingertips almost touched Wen Dizhi's skin, his tone imbued with bone-chilling coldness,

"Now, it's time to make him talk. I want to know who he really is, what his purpose is, and where he hid those ninety-nine hundred thousand missing corpses!"

Just as Zuo Feng's words fell, the eyes beneath the tightly closed eyelids of the unconscious Wen Dizhi on the ground seemed to subtly shift.

This scene naturally did not escape the notice of everyone present. Zuo Feng's lips curled into a cold arc, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

He slowly withdrew his hand but did not retreat, instead lowering his voice even further: "Awake? Or have you been awake all along?"

Wen Dizhi's Adam's apple subtly bobbed, and his cracked lips slowly parted, his voice hoarse like rusty iron grinding:

"Zuo Feng... you are mistaken. I wasn't hiding too deeply, rather, you were seeing too shallowly."

He opened his eyes, and a strange crimson glint appeared deep within his cloudy pupils,

"Ninety-nine hundred thousand corpses? No, they never disappeared—they merely... evolved.

You think I'm creating monsters? No, I'm saving humanity.

To make weak and lowly humans into higher beings, Wan Youyu isn't a pawn, he's a pioneer, and I am the midwife of a new era."

Although Wen Dizhi's voice was weak, it carried a chilling conviction.

He slowly propped himself up, as if every ounce of strength came from some ineffable belief.

"You think you are protecting humanity, but you don't know that true extinction comes from stagnation."

He looked at Zuo Feng, his crimson gaze as sharp as a blade,

"The Corpse Clan is not the enemy, they are the future. They are the answer after evolution."

The atmosphere in the room seemed to freeze; everyone appeared to be stunned by the intertwining madness and logic in his words.

Zuo Feng narrowed his eyes and sneered in a low voice:

"Your so-called evolution is turning people into half-human, half-corpse, mentally confused monsters?"

Wen Dizhi's lips curved into a smile that was almost pitying:

"Monsters? No, Zuo Feng, they have merely... transcended your understanding.

While you are still bound by morality and ethics, they have broken free from the shackles of flesh and blood."

At this moment, Wen Dizhi was no longer the insidious and patient schemer Zuo Feng had seen before, but had transformed into something far more terrifying—a fanatical believer convinced he was leading civilization to a leap, one who had completely abandoned the shackles of humanity.

Zuo Feng asked with a somber face:

"When did you come into contact with the 'Corpse Clan'?"

"The 'Corpse Clan' must be a race existing in another world or dimension, right? How did you come into contact with them?"

"Are you the 'Corpse Clan's' agent in this world? Or are you just a pawn of the true agent?"

"Those ninety-nine hundred thousand corpses, did you transport them, and where are they hidden?"

Zuo Feng's barrage of questions fell like sharp blades, yet Wen Dizhi merely raised his head slightly, sitting cross-legged on the ground, responding with a face full of mockery: "Zuo Feng, do you think you can get anything out of my mouth? You are merely afraid of the unknown, just as humans millennia ago feared fire."

Zuo Feng naturally knew that it would be almost impossible to pry secrets from a fanatic like Wen Dizhi, but he still wouldn't give up.