With Chen Pingchuan's entry, the battlefield tipped into a one-sided slaughter.

On the front lines of the attacking Black Skull Legion, one of their warriors watched his comrades fall one by one. The pressure became unbearable, and on the verge of a mental breakdown, he shrieked with a sob, "They're dead! They're all dead!"

His voice was sharp and trembling, his despair palpable.

"Yeah, man, this kid who popped out of nowhere is too damn strange," another Black Skull Soldier chimed in from nearby. "We can't hit him, but he's picking us off one by one!"

Jiang Fulong's Personal Guards, the men closest to him, also had grim expressions. They frantically squeezed their triggers, spraying the enemy before them with machine-gun fire, all while shouting hoarsely at their leader. "Boss, the men are dying too fast! You have to do something!"

Hearing this, Jiang Fulong's thick eyebrows knitted together like two battling serpents. The veins on his forehead bulged, resembling squirming earthworms. He watched helplessly as his underlings fell like wheat before a scythe, the speed of the massacre chilling him to the bone.

A tide of panic and fury surged through Jiang Fulong's chest, but he couldn't think of a single countermeasure. He could only watch the bloody slaughter continue to unfold, a hint of unprecedented confusion clouding his gaze.

A moment later, Jiang Fulong whipped his head around. A savage light glinted in his eyes as he stared death at his subordinate, Mad Dog, who wasn't far away. His gaze was so intense it was as if he wanted to eat him alive.

His voice, cold and ruthless, was squeezed from between his teeth. "Is it him?"

"It's him! It's definitely him, Boss!" Mad Dog's eyes, shot through with blood, bulged like bronze bells as he roared with agitation. "Even if he were burned to ash, I'd recognize him in a heartbeat! That's the man who killed dozens of my brothers!"

As he spoke, tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks. It was impossible to tell if it was genuine grief for his brothers' tragic deaths or merely a performance, born of fear that his boss's anger would be turned on him.

"Good. Very good," Jiang Fulong said viciously, gritting his molars. "For our brothers, I'll make sure this debt is paid in blood!"

He had already sentenced this fool, Mad Dog, to death in his mind. He blamed the idiot for his blindness, for provoking an enemy they should never have crossed. But now wasn't the time to deal with him. Even if he took care of it later, he would need a suitable reason and excuse.

Then, he bellowed to one side, "Artillery! Can you give us suppressing fire?"

The artilleryman who had been called out looked down at the lonely rifle in his hands, his expression utterly miserable. On the verge of tears, he replied, "Boss, it's not that I don't want to provide suppression... but my cannon is gone."

As the saying goes, even the most clever housewife can't cook a meal without rice. What good is an artilleryman without his artillery?

"Useless! Useless! You're all fucking useless!" A pit formed in Jiang Fulong's stomach. He realized with stark clarity that if things continued like this, forgetting about getting his men out alive—he probably wouldn't even be able to save himself.

"Forget everyone else! Concentrate your fire and kill that pretty boy first!"

At their boss's command, the grunts of the Black Skull Legion turned their weapons. The dark muzzles that had been aimed at the tactical squad now swiveled in unison toward Chen Pingchuan.

From the moment Chen Pingchuan's figure appeared on the battlefield, he became its focal point. Using abandoned vehicles as natural cover, he moved like a phantom, constantly and rapidly changing position.

Every time he pulled the trigger, a crisp gunshot rang out, and an enemy would fall dead. Meanwhile, Chen Pingchuan's vision seemed to capture the trajectory of every bullet fired at him. A slight shift of his body or a quick sidestep was all it took to evade them.

Even the few ordinary bullets that occasionally zipped through his defenses and struck his body failed to cause any substantial harm. In fact, when facing conventional weapons, as long as it wasn't a concentrated hail of bullets, Chen Pingchuan sometimes couldn't even be bothered to dodge. He simply focused all his attention on aiming, continuing his relentlessly precise slaughter. Every shot was fatal, without a shred of mercy.

[Ding! Bloody Plunder skill effect activated successfully, Strength attribute +0.03]

[Ding! I Am Heavenly Dao talent effect activated successfully, Spirit attribute +0.2]

[Ding! Bloody Plunder skill effect activated successfully, Constitution attribute +0.3]

[Ding! I Am Heavenly Dao talent effect activated successfully, Agility attribute +0.4]

Back at the mine, it had been nighttime, so the visual effects of his Bloody Plunder skill had not been obvious, and the eerie phenomenon had gone unnoticed. But now, under the glare of the bright sun, an astounding scene began to unfold.

Each time an enemy fell, a wisp of blood-red mist would rise from their corpse. As if pulled by an invisible hand, it would swiftly dart toward Chen Pingchuan and merge into his body, becoming nourishment that fortified his power. This bizarre sight was the unique special effect of Bloody Plunder.

This scene was witnessed not only by the enemy but also by the members of the tactical squad Chen Pingchuan was helping. They exchanged shocked and bewildered glances, their faces filled with confusion, completely unsure of the origins of this mysterious ally.

"Stop gawking! Focus your fire! Avenge our fallen brothers! Blood for blood!" Li Huainan's roar snapped his team's scattered attention back to the battlefield.

He didn't know what history Chen Pingchuan had with the enemy, nor did he understand the man's bizarre abilities. Of course, it wasn't that Li Huainan was entirely clueless; he was just being shrewd and deliberately feigning ignorance. After all, it was common knowledge that Divine Successors were hostile to one another, as each considered the god worshipped by any other to be false.

Chen Pingchuan, fighting at the absolute forefront, couldn't care less what anyone else thought. In just a few short minutes, like a tiger let loose in a flock of sheep, he had ended the lives of dozens of Black Skull Legion members. His killing speed was even faster than a rule-based skill like Sleight of Hand. After all, probability was such an esoteric concept.

Suddenly, as he continued to maneuver effortlessly across the battlefield, Chen Pingchuan's sixth sense began screaming a warning. His eyes darted around before he quickly dove behind a nearby truck.

It was a supply transport truck, forced to a halt here by the stalemate. Seeing how bad the situation was, the driver inside hadn't dared to join the fight. He just carefully kept his head down, focusing on avoiding enemy fire while occasionally taking a potshot. He knew his responsibility as a logistics man was to drive the truck when necessary, not get killed.

Unfortunately, Chen Pingchuan's sudden dive for cover put the driver in a very awkward position.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG...

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