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

Wang Zhan's cries, choked with sobs and mixed with blood and dust, pierced the eerie, frozen silence of the battlefield like a needle.

Long Xiaoyun slowly turned around.

Her gaze fell on Wang Zhan, a man covered in blood and in a sorry state. One of his arms was twisted in an unnatural position, yet he still used his broken body to protect his comrade.

Her eyes were filled with turbulent emotions. There was heartache at seeing the tragic state of her comrades, and anger burning in her heart, but in the end, it all subsided into a sense of relief that transcended life and death.

She nodded, her voice not loud, yet it seemed to possess some strange magic, piercing through the smoke and wails, clearly reaching the ears of every surviving member of the Wolf Warrior team.

"Wang Zhan, it's been a long time."

These five words are like an order to release floodwaters.

It really is them!

He truly is the legend of Wolf Warrior, Captain Long! He's the one who always walks ahead of everyone else!

He really is that unruly, yet capable of turning the impossible into possible, Leng Feng!

They really are those veterans who have long been deified in military legends and only exist on the wall of honor!

An indescribable surge of ecstasy and grievance, like a landslide and a tsunami, instantly shattered all the defenses Wang Zhan had built with his iron will. This tough man, who hadn't fallen amidst a hail of bullets and hadn't blinked in the face of severed limbs, suddenly had his eyes redden, and scalding tears mixed with blood burst forth.

"Captain Long!" he roared, his voice hoarse like a broken gong, like a child whose leg had been broken outside finally seeing his parents, "Brothers...brothers, he..."

He wanted to say that his brothers were all dead, that they had done their best, and that he was sorry... but all those words were stuck in his throat and turned into a wild beast's howl.

"I saw it." Long Xiaoyun raised her hand, a very slight movement, but it stopped him from saying anything more.

Her gaze slowly swept across this battlefield of carnage. It swept over the mutilated corpses of her comrades, whose faces were no longer recognizable, over every wounded soldier, and over the scorched earth soaked in blood.

"You guys played very well."

"Thanks for your hard work."

These six simple words, without grand pronouncements or lofty speeches, acted like a powerful stimulant, instantly injecting into the hearts of every survivor on the verge of collapse, soothing all their wounds and despair.

"Next," Long Xiaoyun's voice suddenly turned cold, so cold it seemed to freeze the air, "this place will be taken over by Kunlun."

The moment she finished speaking, she stopped looking at Wang Zhan and turned around abruptly. Her phoenix eyes, burning with rage, were like two unsheathed swords, piercing straight at Old Cat and the others who were also terrified by the scene before them.

"Feifei, save them," she commanded without turning her head.

"Mm." Du Feifei got out of her arms and, without a moment's delay, quickly walked towards Li Qiang and Chen Dong, who were the most seriously injured.

She crouched down, her brows furrowing as she looked at their gruesome severed limbs and wounds. She didn't pull out a standard first-aid kit; such things would be useless against these injuries. Instead, she took out a small, smooth, white jade bottle from her bosom—a life-saving item Su Chen had given her before he left.

As soon as the stopper was pulled out, a refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the air.

She poured out two crystal-clear pills, which seemed to have shimmering light flowing inside.

Open your mouth.

Two words that left no room for argument. She stuffed the pills into the two men's cracked mouths, which were dry from blood loss.

The elixir melted upon entering the mouth, transforming into a warm current that surged through the limbs and bones.

A miracle occurred, right before everyone's eyes.

The bleeding from their wounds, which had been gushing blood like fountains, stopped abruptly. The flesh around the wounds began to wriggle, grow, and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye! Their deathly pale faces also began to regain their rosy color at a speed that defied medical common sense!

Even the two, who had fallen into a deep coma due to excessive blood loss, twitched their eyelids a few times and slowly woke up, their eyes filled with confusion and the bewilderment of surviving a disaster.

This isn't just medical skill; this is divine magic!

This scene left the surrounding Wolf Warriors members speechless with astonishment, and they looked at Du Feifei as if she were a living bodhisattva walking among mortals.

Meanwhile, Long Xiaoyun, Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, and others stepped forward, forming a steel wall that firmly protected all the wounded and Du Feifei behind them.

An invisible yet heavy aura emanated from the dozen or so of them!

That wasn't just simple killing intent; it was the absolute suppression of lower beings by a higher-dimensional life form! It was the pressure of a grandmaster, the sharpness of an innate martial artist, and the overwhelming killing intent condensed from countless life-and-death battles! The three combined to form a terrifying existence that was almost a "domain"!

The air seemed to have been sucked dry by this force, becoming thick and heavy, and each breath felt like inhaling molten lead.

The first to bear the brunt were those five arrogant "tyrants".

In their scarlet, beastly eyes, the unease had completely transformed into the most primal, purest fear. Their massive bodies, uncontrollably, staggered back half a step! Their battle instincts, designed solely for killing, were frantically sending alarm signals to their brains!

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!

These dozen or so seemingly insignificant humans are natural enemies! They are at the very top of the food chain!

The mercenaries in the distance felt it even more acutely. They felt like rabbits being watched by a prehistoric Tyrannosaurus Rex, every hair on their bodies standing on end! Their hearts were gripped by an invisible hand, almost stopping their beating!

"Thump!"

Many of those with poor mental fortitude collapsed to their knees, unable to hold onto their guns, which fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Old Cat's face was extremely pale, a mixture of horror, anger, and despair.

He stared intently at the unruly figure standing beside Long Xiaoyun.

Cold front!

It's that damn bastard again, who suddenly added countless variables to his otherwise perfect mission!

He never imagined that the enemy's reinforcements would arrive in such a "divine intervention" manner! Even more unexpected was the overwhelming sense of oppression emanating from these people!

This is completely beyond his understanding of the term "special forces"! This is not a power that humans should possess!

What kind of monsters are these people?!

run!

The old cat had only one thought in its mind, and it roared wildly.

He knew that this mission had failed completely, utterly, and irreversibly. If they didn't run now, by the time the enemy realized what was happening, none of them—more than a dozen of them—would be left with even a single intact bone!

He moved his feet back stealthily, his heels sinking into the sand, while his right hand reached discreetly for the controller at his waist. He was about to command "Tyrant" to launch a final, suicidal attack, not to kill the enemy, but to buy himself a fraction of a second to escape.

His movements were as silent as a cat's.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the controller button.

A voice, without warning, seemed to ring directly in his ear.

The voice was not loud, even somewhat languid, yet it was so cold that it carried no trace of human emotion.

"Where do you want to go?"