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

On the battlefield, the stench of burning, blood, and gunpowder smoke mingled into a nauseating odor.

The five-headed tyrant, which just moments ago represented the pinnacle of human biological weaponry, is now nothing more than a few gruesome remains on the ground. A pool of carbonized black ash, a crystal-clear ice sculpture frozen in terror, a patch of dark red blood seeping deep into the sand, and bits of flesh and rotten bones whose parts are no longer recognizable.

Long Xiaoyun's military boots crunched on the hard, frozen sand.

The sound was very soft.

It was as if Death was tolling its death knell for Old Cat and his few surviving mercenaries; with each step, their hearts clenched painfully.

She stopped in front of the old cat.

"The game is over."

The voice had no warmth; it was simply stating a given fact.

"Now, it's your turn."

The old cat lay sprawled on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Extreme fear had drained him of all his strength and ability to think; his mind was a complete blank, with only a buzzing sound in his ears.

But the instinct for survival, the instinct imprinted deep within the genes of all living beings, burst forth with its final brilliance at this moment.

die?

No, he didn't want to die.

But if he fell into the hands of these inhuman monsters, what awaited him would be a fate ten thousand times more terrifying than a swift and clean death. He had witnessed the interrogation methods of the Dragon Kingdom, but these people before him had clearly transcended the realm of "methods."

Fight!

This thought was like a red-hot iron thrown into a stagnant pool, instantly igniting his chaotic thoughts!

Either way, we're doomed!

Then let's die a glorious death!

"Get the hell up, all of you!!"

The old cat, with a strength that seemed to come from nowhere, let out a shrill, broken cry. The sound was not like that of a human, but more like the howl of a dying wild dog.

He grabbed the assault rifle that was being used as a cane beside him, leaped up from the ground, and pointed the dark muzzle directly at Long Xiaoyun.

"Let's fight them! If we can get one, it'll be worth it! If we get two, we can still brag about it on our way to the underworld!"

The five mercenaries beside him, who were terrified out of their wits, were pulled back from the brink of collapse by this roar.

They looked at their leader's twisted, crazed face, then at the group of people not far away, those "gods" strolling leisurely, as if they were sightseeing on the battlefield.

Despair gives birth to the purest form of madness.

"Aaaaah! Die! All of you, I'm going to die!" a mercenary roared, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"kill!!"

The remaining few also went berserk, grabbing any weapon they could find.

Rifles, submachine guns, grenades... someone even dragged a long-forgotten man-portable rocket launcher out of the ruins and, with trembling hands, aimed it at the crowd.

next second.

"Da da da da da da!!"

"boom!"

"Whoosh—Boom!!"

A violent storm of metal, carrying the flames of an explosion, instantly engulfed Long Xiaoyun and the dozen or so others.

The bullets rained down like a storm, enough to reduce a load-bearing wall to dust in three seconds.

The rocket, trailing an orange-red tail flame, exploded precisely in the center of the Kunlun squad, and the shock wave it generated swirled sand and fire into a huge mushroom cloud!

"Haha...ha...hahahaha..."

Old Cat and his mercenaries, as if drained of all their energy, collapsed to the ground. They stared blankly at the area shrouded in smoke and fire, then laughed maniacally.

"Dead... he should be dead..."

"So what if you're awesome? You're still made of flesh and blood!"

"He got hit head-on by a rocket launcher...blown into mincemeat, huh! Hahahaha!"

Their laughter was dry, hoarse, filled with the exhaustion of surviving a catastrophe and a morbid self-comfort.

However, the laughter lasted for less than five seconds.

It was as if someone had used an invisible giant clamp to tightly grip his neck, bringing him to an abrupt end.

The smoke and dust are slowly dissipating.

What came into their view was an image that could freeze their souls and torment them repeatedly in the midnight dreams of the rest of their lives.

Long Xiaoyun and the dozen or so Kunlun team members behind her remained standing quietly in place.

They didn't even move an inch from where they were standing.

His black combat uniform was not damaged at all, and there wasn't even a speck of dust on it.

Surrounding all of them was a thin, pale golden shimmering shadow, like an inverted ancient bell, steadily protecting them all.

"Jingle bells..."

Countless bullets and shrapnel struck the seemingly fragile golden shield, producing only a series of crisp sounds like raindrops hitting banana leaves before losing all momentum and falling helplessly to the ground.

It didn't even cause a ripple, let alone penetrate it.

The rocket, powerful enough to blast a hole in a main battle tank, unleashed a massive fireball and shockwave. Upon contact with the golden shield, it was as if it had struck an invisible, perfectly smooth wall. All the energy was irrationally dispersed in all directions, without even altering the shield's color in the slightest.

Golden Bell Shield!

One of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, the pinnacle of internal martial arts for self-defense! When mastered to its highest level, internal energy becomes a powerful force, transforming into a shield. True energy circulates throughout the body, making one immune to all poisons and impervious to blades and spears!

Every member of the Kunlun team present had already cultivated this divine skill to a level that ordinary martial artists could hardly reach in their entire lives!

The defensive barrier formed by the combined internal energy of more than a dozen masters of the Golden Bell Shield technique, whose qi resonated and were connected, could not be shaken by these ordinary guns and cannons.

"No...this...this..." The old cat's pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. His lips trembled, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "This is impossible..."

Science, logic—the worldview he had built up over the past few decades, the foundation of his existence—was shattered at this moment by that thin layer of golden light.

"Demons...monsters...they are demons..."

At this moment, the adjutant Ah Hu's psychological defenses finally collapsed completely. He screamed, dropped his gun, and frantically dug at the ground, trying to move backward.

A familiar, warm liquid flowed out from his crotch once again.

"A boring trick."

Looking at the group of mercenaries who had turned into rotten mud, Long Xiaoyun's eyes were devoid of any emotion, only showing indifference towards inanimate objects.

She was too lazy to even do it herself.

He simply waved lightly to Leng Feng and the others behind him.

"A swift and decisive victory."

The moment the words fell.

The golden light that enveloped everyone melted away silently, like ice and snow under the sun.

Leng Feng, Shi Sanba, Yu Fei... more than a dozen figures took a step forward at the same time.

Braving the sparse and disorganized firepower, they strolled leisurely towards the utterly desperate Old Cat and his companions, barely lifting their eyelids as if walking in a light drizzle.

Those weren't soldiers charging.

They were a group of gods who had just finished their appetizers and were preparing to enjoy their main course, walking toward the offerings on the altar.