Looking at the data on the panel, Zhou Qi smiled with satisfaction.

Now, Wu Ka's strength had made a qualitative leap. With a life strength of 50 points, it had firmly stepped into the Ranks of super life forms and could completely stand on its own.

He patted Wu Ka's huge head. Wu Ka let out a low and loud roar, its voice full of loyalty and fighting spirit, as if swearing to Zhou Qi that it would always follow him, go through fire and water for his hegemony, and never retreat a single step, even if the road ahead was a mountain of knives and a sea of fire.

Just then, the researchers at the Geocentric Base sent a message through a mental connection, their tone full of excitement: "Master, we have made a major Breakthrough in the research of the Superpower Core and the Golden Three-Headed Dragon!" Upon hearing this, Zhou Qi didn't dare to delay for a moment and immediately rushed towards the research room.

In the research room in the logistics area of the Geocentric Base, various instruments flickered with eerie light, complex pipelines crisscrossed, and a mysterious and pungent smell permeated the air—the smell of various experimental potions mixed together.

Researchers from various races stood there with excited faces, their eyes sparkling with excitement, like students waiting for their teacher to inspect their results.

Seeing Zhou Qi enter, they immediately came forward, eager to show him their research results.

It turned out that through a special technical method, they had successfully created a completely free-extending and extremely strong external bionic armor by connecting the energy of the Superpower Core with biotechnology.

To give Zhou Qi a more intuitive understanding, the researchers led him to a large transparent container.

Inside the container, a Ninth-Order Spiked Horned Tyrant Bug was quietly staying. Its entire outer shell surface was covered with a layer of high-tech armor, as if Spider-Man had been symbiotically bonded with Venom.

This layer of armor seemed to enhance its overall aura. It emitted an aura fluctuation far exceeding that of an ordinary Ninth-Order Spiked Horned Tyrant Bug, as if it were a creature that had descended from another mysterious world.

The external bionic armor shimmered with a metallic luster and was incredibly hard. Each scale was like a piece of armor that had been tempered a thousand times, reflecting a cold light under the illumination of the lights, capable of withstanding powerful attacks.

Moreover, it could increase its own combat power by another 30%, which was simply terrifying.

Furthermore, its limb movements subtly revealed a wisdom and agility that surpassed ordinary bugs, as if it were not just a fighting machine, but a powerful warrior with self-awareness.

Zhou Qi looked at the experimental subject in front of him, his heart full of anticipation.

He seemed to see the powerful scene of the future bug army, where every dependent was covered in this external bionic armor, like Kamen Riders. What a terrifying combat force that would be.

He immediately decided to apply this Fusion technology to more dependents to enhance the strength of the entire bug race.

At the same time, his gaze fell on the research data about the Golden Three-Headed Dragon next to him, and he was also thinking about how to use the power of the Golden Three-Headed Dragon to bring greater improvement to his forces.

Although he could not awaken the Golden Three-Headed Dragon yet, he believed that with the deepening of research, one day he would be able to control this powerful force and even make it his dependent.

Meanwhile, in the Heart of the Earth World, in the area bordering the Mud Swamp Frogmen Tribe, there was a giant lake as vast as an ocean.

The lake water was deep and mysterious. The surface of the water seemed calm under the faint light, but countless secrets and dangers were hidden in its depths.

At the bottom of the lake, strangely shaped rocks were rugged, and peculiar water plants swayed with the undercurrents, faintly emitting an eerie light, as if telling unknown stories.

Some of the strange rocks were like ferocious animal heads, others were like towering peaks, their surfaces pitted and uneven, as if marked by the mysterious traces of time.

The leaves of the water plants were wide and elongated. As the water flowed, they intertwined and tangled, as if performing a silent dance. The occasional flickering of eerie light added a touch of mystery to this underwater world.

One day, a lake patrol team from the Mud Swamp Frogmen Tribe, led by the Captain, was patrolling the lake as usual.

The team members wore simple clothes woven from special water plants. Although these clothes provided some protection, they still could not completely resist the cold in the icy lake water.

They held weapons made of polished fish bones. The fish bones, after long-term polishing, gleamed with a cold luster. Every texture condensed the imprint of the Mud Swamp Frogmen's hard life.

The team members' eyes showed vigilance and fatigue. In this lake where they had lived for a long time, danger was always present, and the day-after-day patrol missions had long exhausted their bodies and minds.

The Mud Swamp Frogmen Tribe had an extremely strict hierarchy with clear class divisions.

Those at the bottom worked hard like cattle and horses, and even the right to reproduce depended on the favor of the nobles.

Although the members of this lake patrol team were full of helplessness, they could only obey orders and carefully search for any possible abnormalities in this familiar yet strange lake.

They knew that if they were even slightly negligent, severe punishment would await them. At best, they would be whipped; at worst, they might be deprived of the right to survive.

Therefore, even though their hearts were filled with unwillingness towards their fate, they could only muster up their spirits and not miss any suspicious signs.

As they slowly swam along the lake shore, a frogman at the front of the team suddenly let out an exclamation.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw some strange creatures appearing in the lake water. These creatures resembled bugs but had shapes and auras they had never seen before.

Their bodies gleamed with a metallic luster, and they moved flexibly and strangely when swimming in the water. Each one emitted an aura that made the Mud Swamp Frogmen instinctively feel uneasy.

These creatures varied in size. Some were larger than the Mud Swamp Frogmen, their metallic shells reflecting colorful light under the faint illumination, making people dizzy; others were small and exquisite, moving extremely fast, like a flash of lightning cutting through the lake water, leaving only a faint trace.

As an intelligent race, the Mud Swamp Frogmen instantly realized that this was very likely a signal of foreign invasion.

The Captain's eyes narrowed, and he waved his hand without hesitation, leading the team members towards these strange "bugs."

Their eyes were filled with determination, and they knew in their hearts that if they could not repel these uninvited guests, the noble lords of the tribe would certainly punish their families within the tribe.

For the sake of their families within the tribe, even if death threatened them, they would not retreat.

They swam vigorously in the water, splashing large amounts of water, their fishbone weapons held tightly, ready to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.