But that's just how people are.

As long as there is a glimmer of hope, even if you know it's impossible, you will keep deceiving yourself and try to cling to this non-existent straw.

He who kills will be killed in return; this is an eternal truth.

But when death truly began to descend, especially when the middle-aged team leader saw his teammates die so tragically, this fear was immediately amplified infinitely.

He lost his composure.

"b?n ?? kh?ng gi? l?ih?ac?a mình, B?n nói d?i, b?ns? ?i ??n ??a ng?c!!!"

(I originally wanted to use Burmese as a little Easter egg, but it wasn't supported, so I had to switch to Vietnamese.)

At this moment, the traitorous squad leader had completely broken down, and kept cursing Wang Zheng for breaking his promise in his hometown dialect.

He would have accepted being killed with a single blow, but the real problem was hearing his companions' helpless cries and curses, and watching the demon approach step by step. Under immense psychological pressure, he finally couldn't hold back anymore.

He tried to use up all his spiritual energy to condense a spiritual energy bullet.

He didn't intend to blow up Wang Zheng; instead, he deactivated all his defenses and smashed the bomb into his own chest.

He wanted to end his life prematurely.

However, Wang Zheng wouldn't let him have his way so easily, and directly infused him with two beams of holy light in advance.

The squad leader watched as his mangled chest rapidly healed, his flesh and skin regenerating quickly. Feeling that he could no longer squeeze out even a trace of spiritual energy or boundless life force from his body, he wept.

He lay on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face, his expression one of utter terror.

However, these crocodile tears were completely ineffective in moving Wang Zheng.

Wang Zheng saw that three more mummified corpses had appeared in the distance, and quickly began to carve words on the middle-aged man's body.

I am a traitor, a villain, I have sided with the Demon King, I am unworthy of being called a pig or a dog...

"Oops, how embarrassing! I actually made a typo. I'd better cross it out!"

Wang Zheng then removed the entire small piece of flesh. Once the life force brought by the Holy Light spell within the man's body was completely depleted and no longer able to regenerate, he used the fishing net he had previously used to scoop up the middle-aged man.

Punishing traitors and beasts doesn't necessarily have to be separated from cultivating spiritual energy... Combining the two isn't impossible either.

Wang Zheng instantly straddled the crimson cloud, carrying the still-bleeding middle-aged man, and quickly flew to the swamp.

Upon seeing that familiar crimson color return, the bloodsucking flies that had been hovering on the surface of the water, waiting to be fed again, immediately tried to escape.

Wang Zheng was furious and immediately flew into a rage.

"Come back here!!!"

The crimson cloud instantly appeared in the area where the mosquitoes were most concentrated, and an invisible shockwave spread in all directions.

Under the taunting roar of fierce battle, all the scattered bloodsucking flies were forcibly pulled back.

Even the middle-aged man hanging beneath him struggled and seemed to want to attack.

Wang Zheng watched as the mosquitoes gradually enveloped him and scoffed:

"I brought you food, didn't I? You can't even bear to give up your life for food? And you dare to call yourselves beasts?"

As Wang Zheng continued to complain, countless bloodsucking flies enveloped him once again.

Of course, there's also the middle-aged captain of the traitor squad caught in the fishing net under the clouds.

Bloodsucking flies don't care whether their victims are human or not; they show no mercy.

Although they might be inexplicably drawn to attack the human sitting cross-legged on the crimson cloud by the sound waves, it wouldn't be bad to take a few sips of blood to replenish their strength when they couldn't squeeze in.

This was a hardship for the middle-aged man. Even so, he was still thinking of attacking Wang Zheng, but he had no spiritual energy at all. The little bit he absorbed was immediately devoured by the bloodsucking flies.

If Wang Zheng hadn't occasionally cast a holy light on him for his experiments, this guy would have been dead long ago.

Looking at the constantly increasing spiritual energy value on the data panel, Wang Zheng felt much more at ease.

Little did he know that he now resembled an upside-down black gourd, even more comical than the large sphere he had before.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care. Young Master Wang wouldn't care about saving face for the sake of spiritual energy points. Besides, no one here can see it.

...

Happy times are always fleeting; no matter how many mosquitoes there are, Wang Zheng will eventually get rid of them all.

Although Wang Zheng had already scanned the entire area as thoroughly as possible.

But when he saw the spiritual energy value on the data panel increase from one point to another, and only a few bloodsucking flies remained on the scene, Wang Zheng sighed helplessly.

I only used a lot of spiritual energy.

That's right, Wang Zheng has become arrogant. In just half a day, he has increased his spiritual energy limit by nearly 30,000, and he is still not satisfied.

Although he knew that there were probably still bloodsucking flies hiding in many of the water plants and tree canopies, it would be a waste of time to search through this vast metasequoia forest bit by bit, and he also planned to leave some seeds for this tribe.

Moreover, these mosquitoes that have now run far away probably won't reappear no matter how much you lure them with exotic animal meat. I wonder if what happened today will leave a shadow on their future lives.

However, this has nothing to do with Wang Zheng, because he is already moving towards his second goal.