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

Night is the best cover.

Led by Long Xiaoyun, the fifty-person team landed on the coast of South Korea silently, like ghosts. They did not choose a heavily guarded port, but a remote beach full of reefs.

It landed silently, without even leaving a complete footprint on the wet sand.

"Two people per team, follow the predetermined route, and eliminate all surveillance nodes." Long Xiaoyun's voice, transmitted clearly through bone conduction headphones, reached each team member's ears with an emotionless coldness. "Remember, leave no trace, make no sound. Our goal is to turn this base into an isolated blind and deaf place before it is completely destroyed."

"yes!"

Fifty dark figures instantly transformed into twenty-five groups, like ink drops blending into the night, rapidly stealthily moving in different directions.

Their movements have long surpassed human limits. With the aid of "Lingbo Weibu" and "Tiyun Zong", they sometimes glide close to the ground like snakes; at other times, they leap and easily clear walls several meters high, their movements as light as falling feathers.

A team member arrived at the foot of a towering watchtower. At the top of the watchtower, a 360-degree rotating infrared camera tirelessly scanned the surrounding area. On the tower, two armed US soldiers were idly smoking and chatting.

The team member's figure, like a gecko, silently climbed upwards in the shadow of the watchtower. His fingers, as if possessing some strange suction, clung firmly to the cold metal tower without making a sound.

When he climbed to the top of the watchtower, the two sentries were still unaware of the approaching death.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two barely audible sounds, like balloons being popped. Two invisible needles of internal energy pierced precisely through the back of their heads. The two sentries stiffened abruptly, their expressions frozen in the languor of the previous second, before collapsing silently.

The team member climbed into the watchtower, his hands moving rapidly across the complex monitoring equipment. A few seconds later, he took a miniature signal jammer from his pocket and placed it on the host's interface.

After doing all this, he whispered into the communicator, "Node One, cleared."

Similar scenes were playing out repeatedly around the perimeter of the base.

The patrolling M-country soldiers walked in the darkness, unaware of the shadows flitting past them. They only felt a chill on their necks before their consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness. Their bodies would be silently dragged into the shadows, leaving not a trace of blood.

The surveillance cameras high up might suddenly flash, turning into static. And the soldier responsible for monitoring would, in the next second, have his mouth and nose covered from behind, and his neck snapped.

The squad led by Long Xiaoyun was like a group of highly efficient grim reapers. They used the oldest and most direct methods to ruthlessly remove the "eyes" and "ears" of this modern military base, one by one.

In less than ten minutes, the entire outer defense system of the Pyeongtaek naval base was completely paralyzed without anyone noticing.

Meanwhile, Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua led a thousand men who had laid a tight net along the two main roads leading to the base.

Gao Dazhuang chose a strategically important canyon. The canyon was flanked by steep cliffs, with only a single four-lane road running through the middle, which was the only way to reach the base.

"Damn it, this place is practically a slaughterhouse tailor-made for me!" Gao Dazhuang rubbed his hands together excitedly as he looked at this perfect ambush spot.

Instead of having the soldiers hide behind the mountain wall, he made them stand openly in the middle of the road.

Five hundred powerful Grandmasters at the mid-stage, dressed in black and carrying Tang swords, stood silently like demons emerging from hell, forming an ironclad defensive line.

The terrifying aura generated by the gathering of five hundred powerful individuals even made the surrounding air thicken, and the mountain wind seemed to freeze upon reaching this point.

"Everyone, heed my command!" Gao Dazhuang's voice echoed through the canyon. "When the South Korean reinforcements arrive, don't hold back! Use your most powerful attacks and blast them, vehicles and all, to smithereens!"

"Roar!" Five hundred warriors roared in unison, their voices like the suppressed roars of beasts, filled with a bloodthirsty desire.

On the other side, Lei Kaihua chose an open plain. The terrain here was flat and offered no natural defenses, but this was not a problem for Lei Kaihua.

"Everyone, activate the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source' formation and form the array!" Lei Kaihua commanded.

Five hundred warriors swiftly took their positions according to a profound formation. The internal energy within their bodies connected through the formation beneath their feet, converging into a massive torrent of energy.

"Buzz—!"

Centered on them, the ground within a radius of several kilometers trembled slightly. Countless invisible sword energies, visible to the naked eye and composed of pure energy, began to condense in the air.

These sword energies, densely packed, hovered in mid-air, their tips all pointing towards the distance of the road. The scene resembled a forest composed of sharp swords, filled with an aura of destruction.

"No matter how many come, they will all die." Lei Kaihua looked at the "sword tomb" he had personally set up before him, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

He knew that any enemy who stepped into this area would be torn to shreds in an instant by the endless sword energy.

Two deadly nets have been quietly cast, waiting for their prey to arrive.

Meanwhile, inside the Pyeongtaek naval base, the soldiers of Country M were completely unaware of this. They continued their leisurely patrols, played cards in their barracks, and enjoyed a sumptuous late-night snack in the mess hall.

They were completely unaware that this seemingly impregnable fortress had become an isolated island, and everyone on it had become a lamb to the slaughter.

Su Chen stood on a hillside, clearly perceiving all of this through his divine sense.

Long Xiaoyun's infiltration was flawless.

Gao Dazhuang and Lei Kaihua's ambush was flawless.

All preparations have been completed.

His gaze returned to the brightly lit base. In his eyes, the American soldiers there were no different from the dead.

He spoke into the communicator, issuing the final order for the all-out attack, his voice calm and utterly unwavering.

"Liang Sanxi, Jin Kailai."

"Let's do it."

"yes!"

Two suppressed, extremely excited responses came through the communicator.

The next second, two figures as fast as black lightning, leading a thousand black-clad warriors, suddenly burst out of the shadows and launched a ferocious charge towards the main gate of the Pyeongtaek Naval Base.

At the base entrance, several US sentries were leaning against the guard post smoking. One of them seemed to notice something and suddenly looked up.

All he could see were countless black dots in the darkness in the distance, rushing toward them at an unimaginable speed.

What is that?

He didn't even have time to sound the alarm.

A powerful and unparalleled palm wind whistled in.

"boom--!"

The sturdy guard post, along with the sentries inside, was instantly blasted into countless flying fragments by the terrifying power of the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms".

The bloody massacre has officially begun!