A Family Should Be Together, Neat and Tidy

The desire to reproduce and propagate was life’s most primal desire.

Sure enough, it was an amalgamation of original sin and primal desire. What a freak!

Black Widow could not help glancing at Elektra beside her.

If a woman were possessed by "Beast," what changes would her body undergo?

"Fall back!"

Remembering the records about "Beast" in the True Pure Ones Society’s ancient texts, Stick hurriedly shouted, "It has absorbed the primal desires and original sins of hundreds of people. Much more of its power has descended now. This isn’t something we can handle!"

"Matt! Elektra! Run! Go get Immortal Iron Fist!"

Whoosh!

Stick’s vision blurred. The little boy had somehow appeared before him without any warning.

Black energy billowed from his entire body, especially around his eyes. He looked like he had stayed up cultivating for seven days and nights straight. His entire being was incomparably gloomy, radiating an aura that drove people into furious rage.

He opened with a punch.

Stick felt everything before his eyes rapidly receding. His body traced an arc through the air for over ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Crack!

Several floor tiles shattered.

His head lolled to one side, and he decisively passed out.

Black Widow’s eyes narrowed. "He’s stronger than before!"

He had not been this strong just now. Otherwise, there was no way she could have held on for so long. Had a lot of people nearby died again?

Which bastard did this?

For Black Sky to become this strong, over a hundred people must have died, right?

Firearms were useless. Matt threw away his submachine gun, pulled two short batons from his back, and charged at the little boy. "Skye, we need help—Immortal Iron Fist’s help!"

Then he heard the sound of air being torn apart.

Before he could even react, a fist had already slammed into his chest.

The other party’s speed was actually this fast!

This was absolutely not something a human could achieve!

Through the combined judgment of his five senses, he could clearly perceive every movement the other party made, but his frail body simply could not react in time. He was defeated with ease.

"Four broken ribs, cardiac hemorrhaging, minor lung damage, a torn stomach, kidneys intact…"

Matt quickly assessed his physical condition.

Youth was an advantage. His physical constitution was far better than Stick’s. That punch had only seriously injured him; he had neither died nor passed out.

But he had lost more than half his combat strength.

The rest of the battle had nothing to do with him!

"Beast!"

Elektra held a short sword in each hand. Her eyes blazed with fury, her expression twisted, yet her body trembled slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the little boy had arrived before her.

As Black Sky, the natural vessel, facing Beast after it had descended was like a puppy seeing its master. She had no way to resist at all, like a girl being stared at by the man of her dreams and instantly losing all her strength.

Helpless and weak, she crumpled limply to the ground.

This was not merely an inability to resist on the level of spirit and will. Her body itself was submitting—

Her body was Beast’s vessel, and so was her soul.

As an amalgamation of original sin and primal desire, Beast had to rely on Black Sky to truly exist in the real world. It was something akin to symbiosis, like the Venom she knew nothing about.

"You are mine!"

The little boy spoke. His shrill, childish voice carried the terror of something ancient and evil. Elektra gritted her teeth, feeling an infinite horror descending upon her from the little boy.

With the power gained through endless slaughter and boundless sin, Beast was transferring from the little boy’s frail body into her well-trained, fit body.

Elektra felt boundless darkness.

That darkness was about to devour and assimilate her, dragging her completely into the abyss.

Suddenly, she saw a glimmer of light.

Within the boundless darkness, a blaze roared to life.

A chain flew in from afar, and burning Hellfire spread across the little boy’s body.

"You are mine!"

Robbie, engulfed in flames, walked over step by step from the distance. Even though the Spirit of Vengeance kept telling him to flee immediately, he ignored it.

The little boy before him, along with the ancient evil god clinging to him, made him feel boundlessly hungry. This thing’s sins exceeded those of a thousand criminals combined. As long as he killed him, he would be fed. The Spirit of Vengeance would be fed. They would grow stronger.

"You are guilty!"

Robbie gave it everything he had. Hellfire surged wildly from his body, racing along the chain toward the little boy, seeking to burn him to ash.

Flames also burned in his eyes. The sins committed by the little boy surfaced like scenes from a movie. This was the Eye of Judgment, Ghost Rider’s other signature ability besides Hellfire.

"Your soul has been corroded by your victims."

"Feel their pain!"

A strange, cruel smile suddenly appeared on the little boy’s face.

"Ghost Rider!"

He reached out and grasped the chain. The Hellfire extinguished at a visible rate, while a black force laden with sin and desire spread along the chain toward Robbie.

"Who do you think you’re dealing with?"

"I am Beast!"

"The undying, indestructible Beast!"

Underground area.

In just one minute, the battle had ended.

Over a hundred people. Not a single survivor.

The four corpses of Alexandra, Murakami, Bokuto, and Sowande lay on the ground. Unless there were new Dragon Bones, they were truly dead this time.

Of course, Monk also had methods to revive the dead, but even for a Monk master, it was difficult and came at a great cost. Besides, there was no reason for Old Wang to do that, was there?

After thinking for a moment, he arranged the four corpses together in neat rows, then helped close their eyes. They could not be left to die with grievances.

"A family should be together, neat and tidy."

"Madame Gao is waiting for you in the freezer. Don’t worry, you’ll be reunited."

"And I’ll fulfill your lifelong dream by sending you home. Consider it… repayment for helping me find the Dragon Bones and open the Kunlun Gate?"

Old Wang raised his head. His psychic power passed through thick layers of earth, dozens of walls, and hundreds of meters of space, searching the entire building like a vast net. Soon, high above, he found an incomparably evil soul and a power that was continuously growing.

A naked boy who seemed to have crawled out of hell.

"Beast…"

A faint smile spread across Old Wang’s lips.

"I’m coming!"