The stinking gastric juices flowed down his face, revealing a pair of reddish eyes beneath.

That day of the whale fall at the bottom of the sea, he struggled for half a month, swallowing all the blue whale meat raw, barely regaining the power to move.

Afterwards, to heal his injuries, he hid in the belly of the giant whale, urging the beast to devour fish and shrimp in the sea to fill its belly, eating no less than several thousand catties of leftovers every day.

In this world without any spiritual energy, only in this way could he侥幸 survive, and his injuries slowly began to improve.

Half a month ago, the giant whale he was hiding in was killed. He angrily destroyed a ship, then fled into the sea, seeking another giant whale.

Whoosh~

Tong Zhengyang slowly opened his mouth, as if infinite suction was being emitted, the surrounding fish scraps and gastric juices vibrating, being swallowed into his mouth like flowing water.

His half-exposed internal organs wriggled violently.

His body was tyrannical, and his internal organs absorbed hundreds of times more than ordinary people. The wriggling of his internal organs was like a meat grinder. In just a moment, he had absorbed thousands of catties of scraps.

"Ugh~"

Tong Zhengyang sat up, his face twisted.

Any food, once swallowed into the stomach and wriggled by gastric acid, was like a mixture of feces and urine, the taste of which was indescribable.

Even to survive, he could not bear it.

He was born with extraordinary talent, a martial arts prodigy, refining his physique, connecting his meridians, traversing the three states, killing thousands of people, seeking revenge and enjoying life.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Spiritual energy? How can there be such a ghostly place without spiritual energy?"

Tong Zhengyang stroked the hideous wound on his chest, wiggled his displaced internal organs, the red light in his eyes becoming even more intense.

He didn't know why he had fallen off the cliff and come to such a ghostly place, but he knew that if he couldn't find his way back.

Not only would he have no hope of reaching a higher realm in this life, but in this world without a trace of spiritual energy, even if he eked out a living, he would only become weaker and weaker.

In the end, he would likely starve to death!

"This hateful world, these hateful scraps..."

Tong Zhengyang raised his hand, and the tough whale stomach was instantly pierced by his palm.

Listening to the chattering of unknown languages outside, in his eyes, the red light almost burst forth.

I have been so patient, so compassionate.

How dare these scraps,

Dare,

Dare to disturb me again?!!!

......

"Is it really okay not to clean this stomach?"

Together with several sailors, pushing a small cart loaded with the whale's stomach, Kimura Minoru was sweating profusely and asked in a low voice.

The whale's stomach itself weighed more than two hundred catties, and with the gastric juices and scraps inside, it probably exceeded a ton.

Five people pushing this cart together were all exhausted and covered in sweat.

"We're about to return to port, we shouldn't be doing this."

The old sailor frowned.

He was too tired after months of traveling at sea.

They had to do all the work, what were those people who stayed in port doing?

"Yes."

Kimura Minoru lowered his head, suddenly his face changed:

"Mr. Tanaka, you, you look quickly, this stomach, this stomach..."

"You really are."

The old sailor cursed, his face also changing drastically.

He saw that in the whale's stomach, a palm covered in sticky gastric juices was sticking out.

A human palm!

Sizzle~~~

Under the stunned gaze of several Japanese sailors, the tough whale stomach, far exceeding cowhide in toughness and requiring machinery to cut, was torn open.

"This hateful world..."

In a low sigh, Tong Zhengyang slowly stood up, the sticky gastric juices sliding off him like water the moment he stood up.

"You, you..."

Several Japanese sailors were all dumbfounded.

The whale's stomach was a meat grinder for humans, and the gastric acid could even dissolve bones.

This person was swallowed by a whale, and he could still survive?

"This person, is he still alive?"

Kimura Minoru was stunned.

He was the closest and saw the clearest.

This man who came out of the whale's stomach had a hideous and terrifying wound between his chest and abdomen.

He could even see the wriggling internal organs and the white bones inside!

"He, what is he saying?"

Although he didn't know what language that person was speaking, the sailors suddenly felt a chill in their hearts.

"Who are you?"

An old sailor couldn't help but ask.

"It's you scraps again..."

Listening to that familiar, unknown language, Tong Zhengyang's eyes became indifferent, and he slowly stretched out his palm.

Just a gentle grip.

Boom!

It was as if thunder exploded in the air.

The terrifying air wave spread out like a substance in the cabin, and the steel plates of the ship's hull made 'creaking' groans under the blowing of the air wave.

"Ah!"

The Japanese sailors who bore the brunt of the attack only had time to scream before being submerged in the whistling air wave, their bones and flesh turning to mud!

"Ah!"

Kimura Minoru's expression changed drastically.

He watched helplessly as the old sailors beside him were cut into pieces of meat by the air wave, as if they were being sliced into a thousand pieces.

He knelt down on the ground, his expression collapsing:

"Oh, Amaterasu Omikami..."

Tong Zhengyang's gaze fell on Kimura Minoru, and he slowly stretched out his palm:

"Let me see, what kind of ghost world is this..."

Since coming to this world, he had been hunted down and hiding in the stomach of a fish to heal his injuries. Only now that his injuries had improved slightly did he have the thought of exploring this world.

Whoosh!

Tong Zhengyang raised his hand and lifted the collapsed Kimura Minoru in his hand.

"Look at me..."

The red light in Tong Zhengyang's eyes intensified, and Kimura Minoru's face became dazed.

"So this is what this world is like..."

After a long time, Tong Zhengyang put down Kimura Minoru, a cold smile appearing on his face:

"So the ones chasing me are already the elites of one of the strongest countries in this world..."

At this moment, his body staggered, and endless pain exploded in his mind.

"Cough cough... In my current state, it's still too difficult to use the Soul奪大法 (Duó Hún Dàfǎ – Soul-Seizing Great Art), the Wangquan Sword (王权剑) has not recognized its owner, and it's consuming a lot of my mental energy every moment..."

Tong Zhengyang took a deep breath, his gaze turning to Kimura Minoru, who was kneeling at his feet, and said in fluent Japanese:

"Open the cold storage... Then, do what you should do."

"Yes."

Kimura Minoru raised his head, his face already indifferent.

Bang!

Tong Zhengyang's figure disappeared as the cold storage door closed.

"Kill everyone..."

Kimura Minoru muttered to himself, walking out of the cabin like a walking corpse.

"Kimura, what happened inside? Was there an explosion or something? Where's Tanaka?"

As soon as he stepped onto the deck, a tall sailor came over and patted him on the shoulder:

"I'm asking you a question!"

Crack~

Kimura Minoru raised his hand, grabbed the tall sailor's throat bone, his hands full of blood.

"You, what are you doing?"

"Damn bastard, you, you killed him?!"

"You deserve to die!"

All the sailors on the deck who were dismembering the whale were stunned by the scream.

Immediately, several sailors stood up, and took out their guns with fierce faces.

"You are guilty, you deserve to die!"

Kimura Minoru's voice was dull and hoarse, but his movements were extremely fast.

With a step, he plunged into the crowd, attacking ruthlessly, tearing off the arms of two people with a backhand!

"Ah!"

"Kill, kill him! He's crazy!"

"No, he, he's a demon!"

In the next moment, gunfire erupted.

Screams echoed in the sky along with the 'whooshing' sea breeze.

On the Nisshin Maru, blood flowed like a river.