"Run, run now!" "This man is insane!" "His energy fluctuations are already at the gene cultivator level!" ... Finger-flicking energy bursts tore through the air, swift as bullets, dense as rain, with devastating lethality. The researchers fled in panic. Feng Lin was like a fierce tiger, a savage wolf. Once he revealed his true face, he went on a killing spree, mercilessly reaping lives. These researchers seemed defenseless, but every one of them was a butcher, their hands stained with countless blood. Feng Lin felt no psychological burden as he slaughtered. Evil people need evil tormentors! To slay the wicked, one must be more wicked than them! "Enough!" Frank hadn't reacted in time to Feng Lin's swift strikes, only to see the remnants of his Giant Pharmaceutical elites being annihilated single-handedly. Enraged, he roared, "Hulk, go! Kill him!" Boom! The three-meter-tall Hulk leaped heavily off the ground, shaking the earth. He blocked Feng Lin's path with his massive body, intercepting the finger-flicking energy bursts. The surviving researchers scrambled away, desperate to distance themselves from the demon Feng Lin, their faces twisted in terror. "Feng Lin, I underestimated you!" Frank pushed through the crowd, a tech monocle over his right eye scanning Feng Lin's body with a steady beep, displaying a number. "Vitality 45.8. I never imagined someone so young could already be at the mid-stage of an interstellar cultivator. Impressive!" Though his words were praise, his tone was gritted with hatred, dripping with cold-blooded murderous intent. A vitality scanner! Feng Lin recognized it immediately—a high-level combat aid that could probe an opponent's secrets. It had revealed he was already at the mid-cultivator stage. For interstellar cultivators, each major realm multiplied the vitality base by ten. Apprentices started at 1 vitality, cultivators at 10, and elite cultivators at 100. Each major realm was divided into five minor levels: early, mid, late, grand completion, and supreme, clearly distinct. For interstellar cultivators, vitality below 30 was early stage, 30-60 mid, and 60-90 late. Late-stage cultivators had mastered gene abilities to a mature level, allowing them to evolve higher-grade gene sequences. But that didn't mean they had perfected their current realm's gene abilities! If vitality exceeded 90, that was grand completion. It meant one had achieved mastery over their genes, pushing vitality to a level few could reach. But this wasn't the final peak; beyond grand completion lay the supreme stage. At 100 vitality, one reached their absolute limit, unmatched in their tier—this was the supreme realm. "Boss, kill him!" Aike shouted from the side, his heart bleeding. "These gene masters were painstakingly cultivated by us! Now they're all dead." Frank stared at the corpses on the ground, his face as cold as ice. These weren't like the useless ones thrown into the lava; these were the cream of the crop, the elite among elites. Losing even one was a painful blow. "Hulk, kill him!" Frank's eyes flickered as he issued the kill order. Roar! The Hulk howled at the sky, opening his massive mouth to unleash a deafening roar. The intense sound waves sent shockwaves rolling forward. The next moment, he transformed into a green-skinned beast, charging on all fours. "Oh?" Feng Lin's eyes gleamed with a dark light, like a black vortex devouring souls. His mental energy condensed into a tangible force, shooting from his brow. With his mental gene enhancement maxed at 9 points, Feng Lin's mental power had reached its peak. It pierced into the Hulk's mind like an invisible sword. The Hulk howled in pain, clutching his head and rolling on the ground, his mind churning into chaos. "What?" Frank barked, "Kill this yellow-skinned brat now!" "Kill these white men!" Feng Lin ordered simultaneously. The Hulk's face twisted in confusion, unsure which command to follow. "Go!" Frank pressed. "Kill them!" Feng Lin insisted. ... The two kept issuing orders, each command flooding the Hulk's mind. He didn't know which to obey. One was an implanted instinct—he had to comply! The other was an intangible voice echoing in his mind, demanding obedience. His face contorted in agony, his bull-like eyes blazing red with madness. With a furious roar, he turned into a rampaging beast, destroying everything around him. He rolled, leaped, and flailed his fists wildly, unleashing terrifying force that shook the ground. The fragile researchers suffered, crushed into meat paste even as they cowered in corners. After Feng Lin's massacre, the Hulk began his own. "How did you do it?" Frank's face darkened like a ghost, realizing he'd lost control of the Hulk. "I installed a control chip in his brain. Why is he obeying you?" "What's so hard about that?" Feng Lin sneered without explaining. "Did you really think I'd leave no safeguards when I crystallized the Hulk gene potion? The Hulk isn't just a manufactured killing machine—he's a living being." "Mental control!" Frank understood instantly, his voice heavy. "I should have guessed. Since you awakened the mental gene, mastering mental hypnosis is no challenge!" Aike, standing nearby, also had a revelation. "Did you hypnotize me earlier? Numb my consciousness?" He recalled the inexplicable fondness he'd felt for Feng Lin—how bizarre it was. Feng Lin smirked coldly. "You're not completely stupid." "You..." Aike's face twisted in rage. Bang! Feng Lin stomped the ground, launching himself into the air, charging straight at Frank. His hands formed seals— One hand for yang, one for yin, yin and yang merging to create endless variations. An invisible wave spread out, enveloping the area. Frank and Aike glanced at it and immediately fell into the seal's infinite changes, their minds growing hazy. The Yin-Yang Mirror Seal. Yin-Yang Illusion. Feng Lin struck first, seizing the initiative. Capture the leader to win the battle. Subdue Frank, and the fight would end instantly. He didn't want to drag things out. Aike's eyes glazed over, his eyelids drooping as he neared unconsciousness. "Wake up!" Frank suddenly roared, his eyes flashing with sharp light. He snapped out of it and quickly distanced himself. Feng Lin felt a pang of regret but wasn't surprised. The mental gene was a basic gene, even maxed at 9 points beyond its limit. Hypnotizing an interstellar cultivator who had awakened a primal gene was still too much of a stretch. With his first move failing, Feng Lin changed his hand seals. His arms seemed boneless, coiling like giant pythons to snare Frank. The Immortal-Binding Rope Seal. His arms twisted into an unbreakable knot, so tenacious it could supposedly bind even mythical immortals, rendering them immobile. Bang! A flash of white light burst forth. "What?" Feng Lin was startled to see a pair of pure white wings sprout from Frank's back. Each feather was sharp as a blade, snow-white and hard as cold iron, enveloping his entire body. Feng Lin's claws scraped against the snowy feathers, sending sparks flying. With a flap of the wings, a surge of immense force pushed Feng Lin back. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The wings beat, whipping up a violent gale. Frank rose straight into the air, hovering high above, looking down with silver-white eyes devoid of emotion, like a divine angel from heaven gazing upon the mortal world.