If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

"Buzz—"

The engines of the "Kunpeng" strategic transport aircraft emitted a deep roar at an altitude of 10,000 meters. The sound was not a booming roar, but a low frequency that could make one's chest resonate.

Inside the cabin, the atmosphere was as oppressive as a piece of metal that had been completely drained of air.

On the huge tactical screen, the scene inside Outpost No. 81 is being broadcast live in real time.

No delays, no pixelation.

Every frame is a relentless severing of the nerves of everyone present.

Everyone's eyes were red, with blood vessels spreading wildly from the corners of their eyes toward their pupils.

"You bastard!"

Shi Sanba's roar was hoarse. Instead of smashing the wall, he punched his own thigh hard on the tactical exoskeleton, making a muffled "clang" that made the ears of those around him ring.

He stared intently at the screen. A comrade had half his leg cut off and was crawling futilely on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind him. The face contorted with pain and blood loss belonged to one of the most cheerful young men in their mess hall.

"Fuck them... I'm going to skin these bastards alive!"

Leng Feng didn't speak.

He was simply making final adjustments to his electromagnetic rifle. His finger lightly traced an inconspicuous rune on the gun body, and a faint hum of energy emanated from inside the gun. A blue arc of electricity flashed and disappeared at the muzzle.

His movements were very light and slow, as if he were caressing a lover's skin.

But what surged in those eyes wasn't murderous intent; that was too vague.

It was a destructive urge so calm it was almost stoic, like a silent, active volcano about to erupt.

He wasn't adjusting the crosshair, but rather the efficiency of this deadly weapon's blood-drinking power.

Du Feifei's face was as white as a sheet of paper.

She wasn't a warrior; the most horrifying scenes she had ever witnessed were on the dissection table, facing tissues that had lost all signs of life.

The sight of a living, breathing life being torn apart like a toy made her stomach churn.

But she suppressed the urge to vomit, clenching her fists tightly until her nails dug deep into her palms, piercing her skin, and she didn't even notice the blood flowing out.

She wasn't afraid.

She was furious!

As a doctor whose duty is to save lives, what could make her feel more powerless and angry than watching life being so cruelly trampled on in front of her?

Those bastards, they're not killing people, they're desecrating life itself!

Long Xiaoyun stood by the porthole, looking down through the specially made glass at the land below, stained red by the flames of war.

With her cultivation level at the late stage of Grandmaster, even from a distance of ten thousand meters, she could see everything on the ground in perfect detail.

She could see Wang Zhan's face, covered in blood and filled with despair, and she could see him shouting something at the top of his lungs, but it couldn't be heard.

She could see the seriously wounded struggling in pools of blood, their life force slipping away as quickly as sand in an hourglass.

She could see that the strongest "tyrant" had already leaped high into the air, its massive body like a meteorite from outer space, about to deliver a devastating blow to the last stronghold of the Wolf Warrior Squadron!

Can't wait any longer!

Waiting even a second longer would be a betrayal of our comrades!

"Everyone, get ready!"

Long Xiaoyun suddenly turned around. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like an ice blade that instantly sliced ​​through the solidified air inside the cabin.

"We have reached the target area, at an altitude of 2,000 meters. The terrain below is complex, and a conventional airdrop would waste our precious time to kill those bastards."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over each face etched with anxiety and murderous intent.

"This operation will forgo a parachute jump."

One sentence stunned everyone in the cabin.

Abandon the parachute jump?

Jumping from a height of two thousand meters? That's not a parachute jump, that's a mass cliff jump.

But only half a second later.

"Hey!" Shi Sanba was the first to grin, revealing a set of frighteningly white teeth. "Captain, I've been waiting for you to say that! This thing is so slow and cumbersome, it should have been thrown away a long time ago!"

He patted the brand-new parachute pack on the back of his backside, a pack that was destined never to be opened, with a look of disgust on his face.

All the other Kunlun team members wore knowing smiles, filled with fervent fighting spirit.

Yes.

They are Kun-Lun!

It is an extraordinary legion that has long transcended the realm of mortals!

What is a mere two thousand meters in the air?

This is the right way to experience Kunlun!

"Open the hatch!" Long Xiaoyun gave the second order.

"Waaah—"

The massive stern hatch slowly opened with a hydraulic hum.

A biting cold current from high altitudes, strong enough to freeze steel, instantly poured in!

The wind made everyone's combat uniforms flutter like battle flags waving in the wind.

Outside the hatch was a deep, seemingly all-consuming azure sky, and below it lay a land laid out like a chessboard.

"Check the equipment!"

"Splash!"

Everyone neatly slung their electromagnetic rifles over their backs and checked the psionic bombs and high-frequency sabers at their waists.

His movements were swift, fluid, and brimming with absolute confidence.

"Target: Enemy positions directly below!"

Long Xiaoyun walked to the cabin door, the strong wind blowing her beautiful hair wildly, and her stunning face was now covered with frost.

She pulled Du Feifei close and whispered in an unyielding tone, "Feifei, come with me, don't be afraid."

Du Feifei nodded heavily, her eyes no longer pale, but filled with a resolute determination.

"As planned! Enter the battlefield as quickly as possible! Deliver a unique surprise from the Dragon Kingdom to those arrogant bastards!"

"I'm leaving first. Whoever's the last one to arrive has to treat the whole team to Moutai when we get back!" Shi Sanba yelled.

"Set off!"

The moment Long Xiaoyun finished speaking, she completely ignored Shi Sanba's shrieks.

Holding Du Feifei in her arms, she stepped out of the cabin without the slightest hesitation!

Her figure was instantly swallowed up by the clouds below.

"Walk!"

Leng Feng was the second to catch up. He didn't even take a running start; he simply took a step forward, and his entire body was like a stone thrown by an invisible catapult, plunging straight into the endless sky.

Shi Sanba, Yu Fei, Shao Bing...

One after another, like dumplings being dropped into a pot, more than a dozen figures leaped off the "Kunpeng"!

The moment their bodies left the cabin, they were caught by the terrifying gravitational acceleration and turned into black dots falling rapidly.

The wind howled in my ears, turning into a heart-wrenching scream!

The scenery below rapidly magnifies in your field of vision!

But on each of their faces, there was not a trace of fear, only the excitement of about to engage in battle and the pleasure of bloodlust!

A faint, visible aura of true energy quietly appeared on their bodies.

The halo of light kept out the biting cold wind and the thin air.

At the same time, they made an almost imperceptible step!

Lingbo Weibu!

They were now using this unparalleled lightness skill of the Free and Unfettered Sect at a height of a thousand meters in the air!

They weren't using the void to their advantage, but rather using their refined internal energy to create an instantaneous high-density vortex beneath their feet, transforming the terrifying potential energy of their descent into an even more terrifying forward kinetic energy!

Their descent speed did not slow down due to air resistance; on the contrary, it accelerated!

Faster and faster!

"Buzz—"

Soon, their speed broke the sound barrier!

Rings of white sonic boom clouds exploded behind them, as if adorning these death gods from the sky with holy collars.

Ground level, ruins of Outpost No. 81.

Old Cat grinned maliciously, waiting for "Number One" to completely crush those stubborn Chinese soldiers into mincemeat.

He had even already figured out which angle to use to film the tragic final moments of these "elites".

Just then, a mercenary next to him subconsciously looked up, rubbed his eyes, and muttered something.

"Hey boss, look at the sky... what's that? A meteor shower?"

The old cat looked up impatiently.

Then, the smile on his face froze completely.

He saw it.

The sky seemed to have cracked open with more than a dozen fissures.

A dozen or so meteors, burning with white trails, were plummeting towards their heads in a manner that completely defied the laws of physics!