A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Although the 749 Bureau had set up an illusion array and cordoned off the dock area early on, making it completely obscured and preventing ordinary people from getting close, they could not see the fantastical scene inside where "hundreds of streaks of light chased a single bird, and cannon fire swept across the land."

But the deafening sounds of cannons and explosions were undeniably heard, faintly audible in the urban area of ​​Jinghai.

Unaware of the situation, the citizens, instead of being frightened by the increasingly loud rumbling sounds coming from the distant sea, beamed with joy and began to discuss the matter animatedly.

"Hey, listen to that noise! ​​Jinghai really went all out with this exercise! It's awesome!"

"That's right! Listen to the sound of those cannons, so synchronized! So powerful! You can tell at a glance that they're our domestically made, high-quality equipment!"

"It's so good when the country is strong! The sense of security is incredible!"

"Quickly, take a video and post it on WeChat Moments—'Listen, this is the powerful voice of our motherland!'"

"Liked! I'll post one too—'There's no such thing as a peaceful life; it's just that someone is bearing the burden for you!'"

……

However, on the actual battlefield, the situation is somewhat subtly different.

At first, the local Qi cultivators from Jinghai were very enthusiastic in their pursuit, with swords flashing and magical weapons flying everywhere, making for a very lively fight. Their main strategy was to "outnumber the enemy and beat them while they were down."

But as Ji Zuodao joined the battle riding that giant dragon, the tone of the battle suddenly changed.

Missiles bombarded the ground, mines were laid in ambush, and machine guns unleashed a metallic storm like pouring water...

The sheer density of firepower, the range of attack, the indiscriminate and frenzied coverage...

"Hey guys! The wind's blowing hard! Let's get out of here!"

"The living devil is online! Let's not stand in the way! Let's get out of here! Don't get grazed by stray bullets!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Leave the professional stuff to the professionals! Let's just watch the show! Let's just watch the show!"

The Qi cultivators who had been besieging the area withdrew from the battle in a very conscientious, tacit, and tide-like manner, hiding far away and beginning to concentrate on being the "atmosphere team" and "commentators".

After all, watching the living King of Hell perform his tricks is much more exciting and safer than going up there yourself to risk your life.

And Wolf, who is the core target of the "troublemaking"...

The current situation is rather intriguing.

"Ugh—!!"

"Fuck! That hurts like hell!!"

"Despicable! Shameless! Easterners! They have no martial ethics!!"

Wolf's screams, curses, and rants grew louder and more agonizing, perfectly complementing his precarious, desperate, and utterly pathetic escape through the hail of bullets...

Anyone who saw it would sigh: "That old man is truly pitiful. He's almost been beaten to death."

But as the fighting went on...

Ji Zuodao was the first to realize that something was wrong.

The artillery barrage has been repeated almost three times, missiles have been fired seven or eight times, and the metal storm has never stopped.

The old man was screaming pitifully, looking quite pathetic, and rolling his eyes more and more often...

Can……

Why the hell are you running faster and faster?!

The dark energy around him seems even more solid now!

Ji Zuodao controlled the evil dragon, his scarlet fire control radar eyes locked on the dark sky in front of him, which was "wailing" and frantically fleeing. A question mark slowly appeared in his mind.

Not right.

It's not right.

This is like what?

It's like you and your wife are making love on the bed. You've just taken your pants off, and before you've even gotten into position, your wife starts screaming:

"Ah! My husband! You're so amazing! I can't take it anymore! I'm going to die!"

You're taken aback, thinking, "I haven't even started to put in any effort yet, and he's already praising me?"

Then I looked down—

Ok!

While yelling that she couldn't take it anymore, the wife was also twisting and turning with great enthusiasm.

He kept the rhythm high, his speed increased rather than decreased, his face was flushed, and his breathing was as steady as an old dog's.

His eyes still flashed with impatience, as if to say, "Hurry up, I'm waiting to finish work."

This is fucking...

Is it a compliment to your abilities?!

This is fucking calling you useless! It's insulting you! It's treating you like a complete idiot!

It hurts your self-esteem even more than being directly called a "small dog" or a "silver-faced spearhead"!

This is no longer a question of good or bad acting.

This is a blatant insult!

Ji Zuodao understood.

A surge of evil fire shot up from the soles of my feet to the top of my head in an instant.

"Good heavens..."

From the dragon's twisted metallic vocal organs, Ji Zuodao's voice rang out, a mixture of gritted teeth and a hint of irritated amusement:

"When artillery shells bombard the ground, you take a bath; when missiles swarm you, you accelerate."

"I'm having a blast here, and you're secretly charging your phone?!"

"Old Deng, are you trying to play me?!"

"Sure, I have an idea."

He finally understood.

That old bastard Wolf looks like he's screaming in agony and running away in a sorry state, but he's actually quite cunning!

Most of the terrifying artillery fire, missiles, and metal storms were actually neutralized or deflected by his skillful evasion or the ingenious defenses of the dark sky.

The damage caused by those unavoidable and unavoidable events was far less severe than he appeared.

That old man is just acting!

They acted as if they were about to die or be beaten to death.

Are they trying to play the "feign weakness to the enemy" game here?

Wolf was indeed acting, but strictly speaking, he wasn't acting for Ji Zuodao.

From the moment he stood on the Jinghai Wharf, supporting the dying Deleil and Saul, the hairs on the back of his neck never went down.

That feeling... how can I describe it?

It's like walking through a wild forest in the middle of the night, knowing there's no one around, but still feeling like something is following you.

It leaves as soon as you leave.

It stops as soon as you stop.

When you turn around, all you see is a dark forest; you can't see anything at all.

But that chilling, sticky feeling, as if something indescribable had licked the back of my head, lingered like a shadow, impossible to shake off.

Was the dragon that Ji Zuodao created terrifying?

terrible.

Missiles bombarded the ground, mines were laid in ambush, and machine guns kept firing, chasing him like a grandson, running wildly across the sea, howling in pain, in a state of utter disarray.

But this is something you can see, hear, figure out, and try to hide from.

But that gaze from the shadows...

That gaze, which had been etched into his soul like a leech since before the game even began...

That's the real fucking deadly stuff!

It cannot be seen, touched, or even be determined whether it truly exists.

But it makes you feel a chill seep from your very bones, makes every energy flow sluggish, and makes you constantly divert a sliver of your attention to be wary of the void behind you when you're dodging life and death.

This is even more terrifying than being bombarded from behind by a missile!

Therefore, Wolff can only act.

He acted out his most pathetic state, his near-death weakness, and the illusion that he was "almost at his limit and only hanging on by a thread."

He needs to secretly conserve his energy to prevent sneak attacks from the shadows.

If he can hold out until international waters, he will win.

Zhang Yucheng personally oversaw the process and established the rules himself.

These words are golden rules, a get-out-of-jail-free card.

Once in international waters, no matter how terrifying that thing in the shadows is, it will probably have to consider the consequences of breaking Zhang Yucheng's rules.