Perhaps, It Is I Who Am Killing You!

God!

Jiang Xiaoci froze for a moment, her red lips gently pursing.

Her mentor had only spoken of Wang Chen's strength, claiming he surpassed the old man, but he never mentioned... he was a god.

In that brief, disorienting moment, Jiang Xiaoci suddenly grasped the true meaning of Wang Chen's words. The term "god" wasn't just a title, but a statement of fact.

"Mr. Wang Chen, you..."

She tried to speak, but realized the communication had already been cut off.

Thankfully, Wang Chen had already understood the predicament Mike was facing, or perhaps, he was already in the process of solving it.

"I think I…"

Jiang Xiaoci slowly set down the communicator, her eyes flashing with a deep, stunned realization. "I think I've just made an incredible move."

In the endless forests of Sheshan, Shanghai,

A sea of military vehicles crawled across the ground like ants, stretching out in a dense line. The land beneath Sheshan had cracked open, and the entire national forest park was filled with evidence of human alteration.

From above, one could see the entire park gleaming with metallic light, and deep within the mountain's earth was a sprawling, endless top-tier military base.

Thousands of fighter jets launched into the sky from the mountain pass! Self-propelled robots sprang out from the mountainside!

Countless soldiers in camouflage, armed with futuristic weapons, lurked in the forest, their uniforms reflecting light in a way that made them almost invisible.

On each soldier's back and around their feet, tiny propulsion vents were visible. Their exoskeletons not only provided powerful kinetic assistance but also granted them limited hovering capabilities.

Though they were still far from Shanghai, the sky remained clear, untouched by the third apocalypse. The sunlight poured down, leaving everyone's sight unblocked.

A group of snipers on the ground aimed their scopes at a man standing in the sky, who floated effortlessly, his silhouette etched in the sun. It was as though he wore a veil of divine aura.

No one fired. They simply watched him in silent awe, realizing that no matter what they used, their weapons had no effect on him.

But some warriors, unwilling to give up, began to move. S-class military elites crept beneath the man, raising their S-class "Voidbreaker" cannons to unleash the most powerful laser from future technology.

"Whoosh!"

The brilliant red laser cut through the sky, aiming directly at the young man from below.

"Boom!!"

Before the laser could reach him, it exploded in midair, creating a dazzling flower of light.

"Damn it, still no effect!"

An S-class warrior cursed, but by the time he tried to retreat, the cold, hollow gaze of the man in the sky fell upon him. The warrior's body flew upward, as if an invisible hand had grabbed him.

"You!!"

The soldier was horrified, struggling to shout, but his throat blocked up. His face turned red, but no sound escaped.

He could only feel an overwhelming power sweeping over him, like an unseen hand gripping him, before hurling him into a massive pit in the battlefield.

"Boom!!"

The S-class soldier exploded in mid-air, blood mist pouring down and drenching the wounded soldiers below.

"Who... who is he?"

In the deep pit of the national park, a woman whose waist had been severed weakly raised her head. She couldn't wipe away the blood from her face but faintly saw Wang Chen's figure in her blurred vision.

Beneath the vast blue sky, he seemed like an insignificant speck, yet his presence was overwhelmingly powerful, making everyone feel helpless.

In this sky, it seemed no one could stop him—not even the clear blue above.

"Cough! Cough cough!"

The woman's voice faltered as blood poured from her mouth. Her face turned ashen, and her body swayed, as if death was near.

"Don't speak! Don't say anything!"

A man beside her trembled, trying desperately to press his hand to her wound to heal her.

"It's useless... we've lost. Twelve of us couldn't even touch him."

The woman chuckled bitterly, weakly wiping the blood from her eyes, gazing at Wang Chen in the sky with a mixture of regret and defiance.

"I thought... we were the rulers of this era."

"We... the Twelve Stars of Wengzhou, so many of us... SS class! In front of him, we are nothing but ants... I'm so unwilling!"

Her voice grew quieter, but her eyes burned with a fierce light. Wang Chen slightly turned his head, his gaze landing on her.

She stared at him, her lips trembling: "You... You're the SSS-class they've been talking about in Shanghai?"

Her question hung in the air, but the moment the last word left her lips, her body stiffened.

She was dead.

Even the SS-class healing talents couldn't save her. The divine force raging inside her had taken away her final breath.

"Ahhh!!"

The man in the pit screamed in anguish, his voice raw with hate, as blood poured from his wounds.

"Chen Yanshuo! You lied to us! You lied to us!!!"

His hatred was vivid, his pain palpable.

Twelve SS-class talents... why couldn't they even touch him?

The gap between them was too vast!

Military Command Center:

The chaos was deafening.

"Firing the Star Destroyer! We must attack again!"

"We can't lose this line, it's our only defense!"

"It's useless! We've used up all our weapons, we can't... unless we throw more lives at him!"

"Then use their lives! We still have 60,000 soldiers! The Twelve Stars of Wengzhou can't have died for nothing. This man is definitely exhausted!"

"Forget it! We didn't come here to die! Shanghai is my territory. If you want to keep fighting, let Chen Yanshuo come face me!"

Silence fell when the truth dawned: Chen Yanshuo had deceived them all. The military might had been diverted to the battlefield in Jinling.

Jinling, First Line of Defense:

"Pathetic! You're useless!"

"Ha ha ha ha, you can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

Chen Dafen's laugh echoed through the battlefield, shattering the surrounding mist, revealing glimpses of a clear sky.

The battle rages on, the two monsters locked in a deadly dance, shaking the very ground beneath them.

The madness and pain of war, where only the strongest survive, and where one man's arrogance will either be his undoing—or his triumph.