Pat, pat... Drops of foul saliva fell to the ground, sizzling and corroding it, sending up puffs of black smoke. Four monstrous, fanged alien creatures, their bodies hunched, surrounded Feng Lin. Their narrow eyes were filled with greed, cruelty, and ferocity... A fierce, murderous aura radiated from them, and the thousands of facehuggers that had been there before retreated with mournful cries. The hierarchy among species was clear; faced with higher-level beings, they vanished like a receding tide.
Screech! The four aliens slowly closed in, unable to restrain themselves any longer. Driven by bestial instinct, they lunged madly. Their claws were like hooks, and they ran on all fours, crawling swiftly like raptors in a charge, turning into shadows that darted through the forest, closing in within the blink of an eye. Their jaws gaped open 180 degrees, fangs bared, biting down viciously. Tough tongues shot out like spears, piercing flesh, and claws slashed...
These four aliens were truly terrifying biochemical monsters, biological weapons with incredibly powerful combat instincts. Their instantaneous attack was brutally savage. If an ordinary person faced such an onslaught, they would be torn into shreds and devoured in an instant.
The hideous, ferocious faces were right in front of him. Feng Lin could already smell the stench of rotting saliva. "Get lost!" He stood his ground and roared. A silver light flashed on his brow, and his psychic power surged out like a mighty tide, sweeping across and stirring up a violent wave. With Feng Lin at the center, an air explosion erupted, forming a small mushroom cloud. The four tall, grotesque figures were sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.
But these aliens, being biochemical monsters, had a hard, iron-like exoskeleton that effectively protected their organs and internal systems. They immediately sprang up and charged again, howling wildly, tireless and fearless. Two of the aliens ran on the ground, while two leaped through the trees, attacking from all directions. Their claws were so hard they could shatter stone, and they moved with ghostly speed. They were fierce and menacing, bringing with them sharp gusts of wind. Their thick tails lashed like iron whips, and a dense aura of malevolence spread out. Their humanoid forms resembled demonic fiends crawling out of hell, devouring all life.
Feng Lin's powerful psychic energy pulsed continuously, forming invisible fists that sent them flying time and again. But they were like cockroaches that refused to die, getting up each time to continue their relentless assault.
If the tiger doesn't show its might, do you take it for a sick cat? Feng Lin sneered inwardly. After this brief exchange, he had figured out the aliens' capabilities. They matched what he knew: not supernatural beings, but at the pinnacle of primal organisms—more terrifying than the rulers of Earth's prehistoric world, like Tyrannosaurus Rex, Deinosuchus, or Mammoths. They were immensely strong, incredibly fast, and had bodies as hard as iron. Apart from their low intelligence, they were nearly perfect creatures without flaws. Feng Lin's psychic power now weighed ten tons, yet it couldn't inflict fatal damage on them. Moreover, from what he knew, once these aliens got close to a human, they could lay eggs inside the body, bursting out through the chest and rapidly evolving by combining with different genes—truly horrifying. Though Feng Lin wasn't afraid, he didn't want to risk being parasitized by an alien; who knew what tricks these biochemical monsters had?
"Change!" Seeing that his psychic power couldn't fatally harm these creatures, Feng Lin shouted. The ring on his finger quickly transformed—stretching, lengthening, thickening—into a solid iron rod in his hand.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! The will of the Great Sage had awakened within him earlier, and through his memories, Feng Lin had also learned a set of "Great Sage Staff Techniques." His body had formed instinctive memories, and he swung the staff with a fierce wind. The staff's momentum spread out, filling the air with countless shadows, stirring up gusts of wind with immense force, overwhelmingly powerful. One alien lunged at him from above. Feng Lin leaped up, bringing the iron rod down hard. The heavy strike locked onto the alien, leaving it no escape. With a *thud*, the alien's hard, elongated head shattered like a broken jar, splattering foul, corrosive brain matter that sizzled and smoked as it hit the ground and trees.
The remaining three aliens, seeing their comrade die, howled in fury and charged even more wildly, showing no fear. Monsters were monsters, even worse than beasts! Avoiding danger was an instinct for living creatures, but these aliens clearly lacked it. Feng Lin sneered coldly. This suited him just fine; if they tried to flee, it would be a real hassle! He closed in, spinning the iron rod into a whirlwind, churning like a meat grinder, crushing everything in its path. No matter how hard the three aliens' bodies were, they couldn't withstand the ten-thousand-jin iron rod. They were instantly ground into pulp.
Feng Lin stood with the rod planted on the ground, completely unharmed. The iron rod shrank back into a ring on his finger. Around him, shattered bones and mangled flesh were scattered everywhere, reeking of strong acid. He carefully collected the thumb bones from the four aliens—these were solid exam points, too precious to lose! He felt a bit unsatisfied; there were too few of these aliens. They were free points delivered to his doorstep.
With the four aliens slain, the Black Forest fell back into dead silence. After handling everything, Feng Lin continued moving forward swiftly. The planet Asura was extremely harsh; without water and food—the sources of life—survival was nearly impossible. To last until the tenth day, he first had to solve the survival problem before he could focus on hunting biochemical monsters. With his psychic power pulsing, he carefully sensed his surroundings. His psychic gene had been strengthened to 10, expanding his perception range to over 10 kilometers, catching every minute detail. Feng Lin keenly detected that the air in the southwest was more humid. The next moment, he dashed off in that direction.
After covering more than 50 kilometers, Feng Lin saw an endless lake ahead. The cool, moist breeze hit him, dropping the temperature by at least 10 degrees, refreshing his spirit. The lake water was clear, with fish swimming in it, indicating the water was safe. Food and water were no longer an issue. Having traveled for so long under the scorching heat, Feng Lin felt hot and restless. He was about to approach and drink when suddenly his brow furrowed. Something felt off. Though the area seemed empty, there was a faint, unusual aura in the air, filled with hostility, locked onto him.
"Who's there? Show yourself!" Feng Lin shouted, punching out. The fierce, domineering force of his fist seemed to break an invisible, solid barrier. The air rippled, revealing eleven figures forced out of hiding. Seeing their illusion instantly seen through, they stopped concealing themselves and quickly surrounded Feng Lin, trapping him in their midst.