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

That scorching heat didn't spread, it exploded.

Centered on the cold front, scalding waves swept in all directions, scorching the air and making dense, crackling sounds, as if countless invisible sparks were jumping around.

The sand beneath his feet was rapidly carbonizing, turning scorched black, and cracking open with jagged gashes.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Wang Zhan roared and reached out to pull his comrade beside him. But the heat wave that hit him was not just high temperature, but also carried a terrifying sense of oppression like the might of heaven, making him feel as if his lungs had been emptied, and every breath felt like swallowing knives.

The Wolf Warriors members were forced to retreat again and again, and their faces were filled with indescribable horror.

In their perception, Leng Feng was no longer a person.

He became a small sun, a furnace that had stepped out of mythology, and the domineering and powerful energy within him, which they could not comprehend at all, was fully awakening!

"Nine Yang Divine Skill..."

A hint of admiration flashed in Long Xiaoyun's beautiful eyes as she gazed at the crimson light.

Leng Feng ignored everything around him.

In his world, all that remained was that roaring, ignorant, and fearless tyrant charging forward.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers pressed together like a knife, and with a casual, distant slash, he cleaved the monster.

This action is so simple, even somewhat casual, like shooing away a clueless mosquito.

There was no wind, no dust.

But just as his palm struck down...

A crimson blade of light burst forth from the edge of his palm, flying out of his hand without a sound.

Flaming Blade!

After the light blade left the body, it seemed to be infused with life, growing larger in the wind!

One meter, two meters, five meters!

In the blink of an eye, the light blade that was initially only the size of a palm had transformed into a giant sword aura that was five meters long and nearly half a meter wide! The sword aura was burning with dark red flames, and deep within the flames, there was even a hint of dazzling gold. Wherever it passed, even space itself showed a faint distortion, and the ground was plowed with a deep scorch mark!

The tyrant charging at the forefront, its single crimson eye reflecting the ever-approaching light of death, its brain, modified to be driven only by bloodlust, felt, for the first and last time, the emotion called "fear."

It tried to hide and escape, but its body's reaction speed couldn't keep up with the speed of that light.

Its proud, tough muscles and skin, strong enough to withstand heavy machine gun fire, were more fragile than a piece of paper in the face of that burning blade of energy.

"Pfft."

A very faint sound, like the muffled thud of a hot knife cutting butter.

The fiery blade of energy passed cleanly and decisively through the tyrant's chest without any hesitation!

The tyrant's forward charge suddenly froze.

Its massive body froze in place, head down, staring blankly at the unbelievably smooth, even smoky, huge wound on its chest.

Immediately afterwards, its body split in two along the wound.

The upper and lower body slid down silently, crashing heavily to the ground, leaving a trail of foul-smelling entrails and blood.

However, this is not the end.

The deep red flames remaining on the wound surface seemed to have a will of their own, suddenly leaping up and instantly igniting the two pieces of the corpse.

In less than two minutes, the once arrogant bio-weapon was burned to ashes, which vanished completely with a gust of wind, leaving no trace of its existence.

The fiery blade energy that pierced through the body was as powerful as ever, and it slashed fiercely at the mountain wall hundreds of meters away!

"Boom!"

A deafening roar resounded, and the entire earth trembled!

On the hard rock wall, a terrifying knife mark several meters deep and over ten zhang long had been slashed open! The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and the rock at the edge had even been melted into crystals by the high temperature!

The power of that single strike was terrifying!

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Whether they were soldiers of the War Wolf or mercenaries in the distance, everyone's breath stopped at that moment. They stared blankly at the ashes on the ground, then at the hideous scar on the distant mountain wall, their minds blank, completely losing the ability to think.

"It's time to end the game."

Long Xiaoyun's cold voice, like a piece of ice, broke the frozen air.

She took a step forward, facing the tyrant who was hesitant due to Leng Feng's methods, and slowly raised her right hand.

She didn't possess the domineering aura of Leng Feng, which could incinerate everything, but instead exuded a purer and more lofty chill, as if she were not from the mortal realm, but a fairy from the Moon Palace looking down upon all living beings.

Mingyu Skill! Frost Palm!

She struck out with a light, effortless palm.

"call--"

A visible white stream of cold air burst forth from her fair, jade-like palm.

Where the cold front passed, the moisture in the air instantly condensed into countless ice crystals, and a thick layer of white frost quickly covered the ground. The temperature across the entire battlefield plummeted by more than ten degrees Celsius in that instant, transforming the sweltering African battlefield into the frozen polar region!

The tyrant only had time to let out a short roar before it was completely enveloped by the white, cold current!

"Snap! Snap, snap!"

The crisp sound of ice forming rang out, as dense as raindrops.

It took no more than three seconds.

The enormous creature, over three meters tall, was completely frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture, its expression of terror and despair vividly captured.

It stands silently in place, transformed into an eternal work of art of death.

"Hahaha, it's our turn! Watch this!"

Shi Sanba let out a deafening roar, holding nothing back any longer.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

With a swift movement of his arms, an unparalleled palm force burst forth from his body, condensing in mid-air into a golden dragon-shaped phantom over ten meters long! The golden dragon was lifelike, with its scales, claws, and whiskers clearly visible. Roaring, it slammed into the third tyrant with an invincible momentum!

"boom!"

The tyrant didn't even have time to let out a scream before it was blasted into a cloud of blood mist by the raging golden dragon shadow!

"Next."

Yu Fei's voice rang out, but he was nowhere to be seen.

His figure was like a ghost, leaving a trail of afterimages on the battlefield, and he appeared silently behind the fourth tyrant.

His seemingly light and effortless palm strike gently landed on the monster's back.

Bone-Melting Palm!

The tyrant's body stiffened abruptly, and the ferocity in its eyes quickly dimmed. Then, as if all its bones had been removed, its massive body collapsed limply to the ground, rapidly and incredibly turning into a pool of foul-smelling, dark red blood, leaving not even a trace of bone behind.

Finally, there's Shao Bing.

He faced the last tyrant, who was trembling with fear and even wanted to turn and run away.

He didn't use any fancy moves; he simply lowered his waist and stood up straight, delivering a simple and unadorned straight punch!

Mighty Vajra Palm!

"Bang!"

A deafening, muffled thud that made everyone's heart skip a beat.

The tyrant's body exploded like a watermelon being smashed head-on by a battering sledge!

Countless pieces of flesh and bone, mixed with foul-smelling liquid, splattered wildly in all directions!

The whole thing took less than a minute.

Five terrifying monsters that had driven the Wolf Warrior Squadron to the brink of despair, suffering heavy casualties and nearly driving them to the brink of destruction, were cleanly and decisively wiped off the face of the earth by five members of Kunlun in five completely different and unimaginable ways!

This mind-blowing, miraculous scene struck the very soul of every survivor like an invisible hammer!

The way Wang Zhan and the Wolf Warriors behind him looked at Long Xiaoyun and the others was no longer one of worship or awe, but rather a primal and fervent faith in a god!

Old Cat and his group of conscious mercenaries were completely devastated.

Many people rolled their eyes, foamed at the mouth, and fainted from fright.

Old Cat slumped to the ground, his crotch damp and hot, a foul-smelling liquid running down his trouser leg, forming a small puddle, but he was completely unaware of it.

His pupils were already dilated, and his mouth was just mechanically repeating a few broken syllables.

"Demons... demons... no... gods... they are gods..."

His mental defenses had been completely destroyed, turning him into a walking corpse that could only breathe.

Long Xiaoyun turned around, her icy gaze falling on the old cat, which had turned into a puddle of mud.

Her military boots made a soft sound as she walked step by step toward him on the sand stained with blood and frost.

"The game is over."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable air of judgment.

"Now, it's your turn."