Chapter 4497 ​​The Ninja's Experiment No. 9, the Corpse-Stitcher of the Yellow Springs

Amidst the churning black mist, the tall figure finally revealed itself in its entirety.

But look at that creature, if it can still be called a creature.

This figure looked like a being formed by forcibly mixing together fragments of many living beings.

Its torso is tall and menacing, and its entire body is a dark, deathly gray.

The skin is not a complete piece of flesh and blood, but rather appears to be pieced together and stitched together from the membranes of different races.

There are also some black stitches that connect them together.

Dark, murky water seeped slowly from every seam, dripping into the void with a hissing, corrosive sound.

But that's not all that's chilling.

This tall figure has eight arms on both sides of its body.

Each arm belongs to a different race.

Some are covered in dragon scales, and their fingernails are as sharp as scimitars.

Some were tall and pale, with exposed knuckles and fingertips wreathed in dark flames.

Some are covered in bone spurs and have bulging muscles, as if they came from some ancient ferocious tribe.

Eight arms danced in the void, like a spider, inspiring awe.

What's even more suffocating is...

On top of this tall torso, there are a full three heads!
At the center is a human head, with regular features, resembling a powerful ancient warrior.

However, it was lifeless, with pale skin, pure black eyes, and a black nail between its brows.

On the left is the head of an ancient beast, resembling a Suanni, with exposed fangs and a constant low roar emanating from its mouth.

On the right is the head of a foreign race, its face distorted, with vertical pupils on its forehead, the pupils seemingly reflecting countless souls floating and sinking.

A twisted, towering torso, eight arms of different races, and three heads.

When the figure emerged from the black mist.

Even Lin Ming felt a chill creeping into his heart.

If there were other people here, they would be so frightened that they would be unable to move, their whole body would be ice-cold, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at them indifferently, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Instead, he smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing.

"The aesthetic sense of the underworld is rather worrying."

"It's one thing to enjoy conducting experiments and creating living beings."

"But its appearance is truly unbearable to look at."

Jun Xiaoyao's single sentence revealed the origin of this bizarre and twisted creature.

It comes from the underworld!
Upon hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, the strange and twisted creature did not show much emotional reaction.

It was originally an experimental product, a killing machine, carefully created by the underworld.

Therefore, they have no emotions as living beings.

Naturally, there will be no emotional fluctuations.

"I am the nineteenth test subject of the Underworld, the Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher!"

The eerie being called the Corpse-Sewing Master of the Underworld spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Experimental subject number nineteen..."

Jun Xiaoyao's gaze shifted.

Previously, he had encountered the twenty-eighth test subject of the underworld, the Changgui, whom he killed.

Currently, the strength of this nineteenth experimental subject, the Yellow Springs Corpse Stitcher, is clearly much stronger than that of the vengeful ghost.

This made Jun Xiaoyao think of Ye Tong again.

She was also imprisoned in the underworld, and was the underworld's seventh experimental subject.

Night Eyes was already strong enough.

However, it seems that Night Eye still has great untapped potential.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have ranked seventh among the many bizarre and powerful experimental subjects in the underworld.

With these thoughts in mind, Jun Xiaoyao turned his gaze once more to the corpse-stitching man in the Yellow Springs.

"So, you want to attack me?" Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

"It's not you, it's all of you..."

The gaze of the corpse-sewing man in the underworld shifted back to Lin Ming.

Although Jun Xiaoyao was the most attractive target to him.

But he also sensed something extremely attractive about Lin Ming.

It is the Holy Embryo of the Netherworld.

This thing is also extremely beneficial to those who sew corpses together in the underworld.

"Do you know that I come from the Nine Netherworld Divine Palace!"

Lin Ming's face darkened, and he couldn't help but shout.

He was, after all, a peerless figure of the Nine Netherworld Divine Palace.

Being suppressed by Jun Xiaoyao is one thing.

How dare this monster from the underworld target him?

Although the underworld itself is indeed extremely mysterious and eerie.

Even the Heavenly Court dares not underestimate them.

But for some random experimental subject to dare to talk about dealing with him is simply to disregard him.

"Eating you...would be good for me..."

Of the three heads of the corpse-stitcher in the Yellow Springs, the one with the lion-like head had an open mouth, revealing its menacing fangs.

"you……"

Lin Ming was surrounded by an aura, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Jun Xiaoyao said calmly, "It seems that Zhan Muye of the Zhan Clan has already been eaten by you?"

At this moment, on the torso membrane of the corpse stitcher in the Yellow Springs.

A distinct outline of a human face is prominently displayed.

His facial features are exactly like Zhan Muye's!

This scene is enough to send chills down one's spine.

Jun Xiaoyao's eyes were light.

In the Nine Heavens, the forces behind the scenes cannot interfere; once someone dies, they are simply dead.

Even the War Clan would find it difficult to seek revenge in the underworld.

"Jun Xiaoyao...you're extraordinary. I really want to devour you..."

"but……"

"According to orders, if we can suppress you, we must bring you back."

"You are the best subject of study for the underworld."

"And, if I could transform you."

"Using the methods of the underworld."

"You will become the most powerful world-destroying experimental subject."

"To become the greatest masterpiece of my underworld, throughout history!"

The mute, demonic voice of the corpse-sewing master of the underworld emanated.

Jun Xiaoyao simply smiled.

He wasn't surprised.

Back in the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, the Underworld wanted to capture him, hoping to use him to study the mysteries of the True Blood of Ten Thousand Spirits.

Now, they want to transform him into a world-destroying experimental subject.

"It seems I'm still a hot commodity in the eyes of the underworld."

“That’s natural,” said the Corpse-Stitcher from the Underworld.

If it weren't for the order from the underworld, it would definitely not have been able to resist wanting to devour and refine Jun Xiaoyao.

That would be far more beneficial than refining ten thousand Zhan Muye.

"Unfortunately, you can't do it."

Even if I'm in the underworld, you can't do anything to me.

Jun Xiaoyao's words are true.

If he really was suppressed and captured by the existence of the underworld.

Let's not talk about your family for now.

The Cloud Clan, the Heavenly Decree Immortal Dynasty, and other forces will absolutely go mad.

At all costs, even if it means launching an immortal war that sweeps across the starry sky, we must bring Jun Xiaoyao back.

Even if the underworld is mysterious and unpredictable.

Faced with a powerful clan like the Yun Clan and a war waged at any cost by forces like the Tianyu Immortal Dynasty.

Even the mighty underworld would have to shed three layers of skin.

Therefore, Jun Xiaoyao believes that this is impossible.

Unless the underworld is driven to a dead end, they will capture him at any cost.

"I want this dead book."

"People must also be suppressed."

"Jun Xiaoyao, take him back to the underworld, and you too, I will refine you..."

The three heads of the corpse-stitcher in the underworld emitted a cold, hoarse voice.

"court death!"

Lin Ming simply couldn't stand this monster anymore.

Moreover, since Jun Xiaoyao was suppressed, he had to be eaten.

This ignited a surge of anger in Lin Ming's heart.

It was as if she wanted to release all the resentment, frustration, and anger that she had been suppressing in her heart.

They vented all their frustrations on the corpse-sewing master in the underworld.

With a wave of his hand, he struck at the corpse-sewing master of the Yellow Springs!
Jun Xiaoyao's eyes also showed a strange expression when he saw this scene.

Are leeks (investors) these days so self-aware that they all know to protect their masters? (End of Chapter)