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

The main gate of the Pyeongtaek Naval Base is constructed of special reinforced concrete over half a meter thick, with high-voltage power grids on both sides and two remote-controlled heavy machine gun turrets on top. In the US military defense system, this is sufficient to withstand a frontal assault from a fully equipped armored company.

However, this defensive line was as fragile as paper against the thousand-strong assault team led by Liang Sanxi and Jin Kailai.

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

Liang Sanxi, still in mid-air, struck out with his palm.

His internal energy, at the early stage of a terrestrial immortal, unleashed the power of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, making it far more potent than before. A true dragon's roar seemed to echo in the air, and a golden dragon shadow, visible to the naked eye and formed from pure internal energy, roared as it slammed violently into the heavy steel gate.

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar, loud enough to rip eardrums, exploded in the silent night sky.

The massive alloy gate, weighing tens of tons, shattered the moment it came into contact with the dragon's shadow, twisting and deforming from the middle like a cookie struck head-on by a battering ram, before exploding with a deafening roar! Countless metal fragments, mixed with concrete blocks, shot towards the interior of the base like cannonballs.

The two heavy machine gun turrets at the entrance didn't even have time to fire before the violent shockwave blew them away, along with their operators, sending them tumbling through the air and turning them into two burning fireballs.

"Rush!"

Jin Kailai followed closely behind. Instead of attacking the gate, he focused his attention on the high-voltage power grids on both sides.

He swung his arms, and a faint golden light appeared on his body as he activated the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to its fullest extent. Like a humanoid bull, he charged directly into the electric grid flashing with blue arcs of electricity.

"Sizzle—!"

A high-voltage current, powerful enough to instantly incinerate a person, surged wildly through his body, yet it failed to harm even a single hair on his head. He forcefully smashed a huge gap in that resilient electric grid.

A thousand black-clad warriors, like a floodgate opened, roared into the base from the torn defenses!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The piercing alarm finally blared throughout the base.

Countless M country soldiers rushed out of the barracks in a panic. They didn't even have time to dress properly, and they grabbed their rifles haphazardly, their faces filled with confusion and fear.

They couldn't understand how the enemy could have silently infiltrated the heart of their base, on their own turf, beneath layers of defense.

However, what awaited them was not an explanation, but the scythe of death.

"kill!"

Wang Yanbing was the first to charge into the enemy ranks. He was so excited that his eyes were bloodshot and his muscles were bulging, like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

His palms moved with incredible speed, unleashing hundreds of meters of golden dragon shadows that roared forth from his hands, forming a deathly domain around him. The M country soldiers who had just rushed out of their barracks didn't even have time to see the enemy clearly before they were blasted into a shower of blood and flesh by the violent force of his palms, guns and all.

Blood instantly stained the ground red.

"Six Meridian Divine Sword!"

He Chenguang's figure moved like a ghost through the chaotic crowd. His fingers flicked in the air, and invisible sword energies precisely pierced the enemy's brow, throat, and heart.

The American soldiers didn't even utter a scream before their bodies went limp and they collapsed to the ground. There were no visible wounds on their bodies, only a small red dot between their eyebrows.

This silent slaughter was more terrifying than Wang Yanbing's ferocious attack.

Li Erniu followed Wang Yanbing with a simple and honest demeanor. He had pushed the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill to its limit, and his whole body seemed to have transformed into a giant golden Buddha. Countless bullets hit his body, making a series of "clanging" sounds, but they could only produce a burst of sparks, not even leaving a white mark.

"Hehe, it doesn't hurt." Li Erniu scratched his head, then stomped his foot.

"boom!"

Centered on him, a powerful shockwave spread outwards. Dozens of US soldiers nearby were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer, instantly coughing up blood, flying backwards, their bones shattered.

Leng Feng's Tang sword was already unsheathed.

His figure left trails of black afterimages in the crowd. With each flash of his blade, a head would inevitably fly into the air. His swordsmanship was ruthless and precise, without a single superfluous movement; every strike was aimed at the most efficient killing.

Blood, like a fountain, bloomed around him.

Shi Sanba, Yu Fei, Shao Bing...

Every Kunlun warrior transformed into a terrifying killing machine. They unleashed their honed skills, honed through years of rigorous training, upon these American soldiers.

The Flaming Blade unleashed its crimson aura, cleaving military jeeps and their occupants in two, the cuts still burning with raging flames.

The "Frost Palm" strike, with its extremely cold true energy, instantly froze squads of US soldiers into ice sculptures, their faces still bearing the terror of their impending death.

The Frost Fist was unleashed, and frost covered the barracks. The sturdy buildings became fragile under the extreme cold, turning into ice shards at the slightest touch.

……

At this moment, the entire Pyeongtaek naval base was completely transformed into a living hell.

Screams and explosions echoed one after another.

The defenses of the M country soldiers were as fragile as paper before the godlike warriors of the Kunlun Division, torn to shreds in an instant. Their prized modern weaponry appeared utterly laughable in the face of absolute power.

An M1A2 main battle tank roared and aimed its gun at Gao Cheng.

"Fire! Fire!" the tank commander roared hysterically.

"boom!"

An armor-piercing bullet, carrying devastating power, whistled out and struck Gao Cheng precisely in the chest.

However, what happened next was something that everyone in the tank would never forget.

A flash of golden light appeared on Gao Cheng's chest. The armor-piercing bullet, capable of penetrating a half-meter-thick steel plate, shattered instantly upon contact with his body, as if hitting an invisible wall, and fell to the ground.

Gao Cheng, however, did not move an inch.

"Is that all the strength you've got?" Gao Cheng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. To the tank crew, that smile was more terrifying than a devil's.

He took a sudden step forward and slammed his huge fist into the frontal armor of the tank.

"Bang--!"

A deafeningly loud bang.

The tank's front, made of composite armor and supposedly indestructible, was blasted into a huge dent by his punch! Countless cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

The tank's electronic equipment instantly sparked and was completely destroyed. The tank crew members inside were also killed by the terrifying shockwave, remaining in their seats.

On the other side, Yuan Lang's figure appeared like a ghost beneath an Apache attack helicopter that had just taken off.

He looked at the rapidly spinning propeller above his head, a playful smile curving his lips.

The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

He raised his hands upwards, and an invisible force instantly enveloped the entire helicopter.

The helicopter pilot was horrified to discover that his aircraft had lost control! No matter how he pulled the control stick, the plane seemed to be held by an invisible hand and could not move.

Then, he watched helplessly as his plane was violently struck by another helicopter that had just taken off.

"Boom!"

The two Apache helicopters, worth tens of millions of US dollars, turned into two huge fireballs in the air, burning as they crashed to the ground.

The entire base was in complete chaos.

The resistance of the M country soldiers had completely collapsed. Their prized weapons had become mere toys before the Kunlun Division. Their flesh and blood were harvested at will, like weeds.

Fear, like a plague, spread in the hearts of every soldier in the M country.

They finally realized that they were not facing humans at all.

Instead, they were a group of gods and demons from hell!