Dao of The Demonic Cultivator

The first team had high combat proficiency. At Zhong Shuo's command, the Superhumans and combat servants swiftly completed their combat preparations. Now, they awaited the arrival of the "enemy."

Zhong Shuo stood on an elevated position, looking toward the south while smoking a cigarette. The blond man and the tall woman flanked him on either side, both a bit perplexed.

The tall woman whispered, "Boss, is headquarters being too paranoid? Isn't that cultivator just another Superhuman? Do we really need to have our brothers this battle-ready? To be honest, our setup here could probably roll over the entire Han Country. There aren't many forces that can withstand an assault by so many Superhumans and combat servants."

The blond man also grumbled, "We've been out catching the Zombie Empress for nearly a month now. I want to go back and rest. I miss the beauties back in Science City."

Zhong Shuo responded calmly, "I don't understand it either, but this order came directly from the City Lord, not from the strategic team at headquarters."

Both the blond man and the tall woman stiffened and then bowed their heads.

The City Lord...

That was just a code name. The real name of the "City Lord" was unknown to anyone. He preferred to be called the City Lord rather than chairman, president, or doctor.

Since it was an order from the City Lord, they were willing to comply, because the City Lord had never been wrong.

Zhong Shuo continued calmly, "I know you all want to rest. I want to rest too. The City Lord said that after this mission, we could take a month off."

Both the tall woman and the blond man brightened up at this.

Finally, a vacation! Cheers!

After a moment's disappearance, a Superhuman who had been vigilantly scanning the surroundings suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted.

"There's a green light in the sky!"

Zhong Shuo's eyes sharpened. "That's the cultivator. Fire!"

The satellite phone call from headquarters had made it clear; the high-speed green light in the sky was the cultivator.

Bang bang bang!

Gun barrels spewed flames, and bullets exceeding 700 meters per second sliced through the air, aimed directly at the green light in the sky.

However, all these bullets were stopped by an invisible shield, completely unable to reach the swiftly flying green light.

"Step aside, let me handle this!"

A battle servant sneered, promptly retrieving a shoulder-fired rocket launcher. A thunderous explosion resounded. The missile shot forth!

The battle servant, brimming with confidence, believed his missile would undoubtedly strike the enemy.

Yet, as the missile neared the azure light, merely two to three hundred meters away, it abruptly detonated mid-air without any warning.

Shards of metal scattered in all directions, cascading down with a rustling sound.

Zhong Shuo felt his scalp tighten.

What method was that just now? He hadn't even caught a clear glimpse.

On the Green Shadow Shuttle, Chu Xuan gazed coldly at this contingent of Superhumans. He held no fear of bullets fired from rifles.

The Green Shadow Shuttle, being a top-grade Foundation Establishment magic tool, could easily withstand such low-level thermal weapons. But the rocket launcher's missile, its power evidently surpassed that of rifle bullets.

To be cautious, Chu Xuan released a wisp of Spiritual Qi, causing the missile to explode mid-air. In that instant, he realized the might of such thermal weapons. They indeed had the potential to damage a magic tool. If subjected to a barrage of missiles, even if he wouldn't perish, several defensive magic tools would shatter.

Chu Xuan summoned the Corpse Nurturing Tower, releasing three streaks of black light. He casually commanded, "Kill them all."

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The roars of Long, Hu, and Bao reverberated thunderously. Like pitch-black projectiles, they descended from the heavens, crashing directly into the fortifications of the first squad of Superhumans!

Several elemental Superhumans and battle servants didn't even have time to react before being crushed into a pulp by the three Corpses. Their supposedly formidable and sturdy fortifications were obliterated in an instant, reduced to fragments flying everywhere.

Dust and smoke completely enveloped the area. Agonized screams echoed intermittently through the haze. It was as if three assassins, masters of slaughter, were performing a deadly dance.

"Fire into the smoke!"

Zhong Shuo made the decision on the spot and yelled out the command. The blond man and the tall woman, their hearts tightening, immediately joined in shouting the order to fire. Even if there were their own people in the smoke, they had to shoot.

Pow! Pow! Pow!

Rifles and machine guns continuously spat out flames. Two shoulder-fired rocket launchers also launched their missiles abruptly!

Boom boom boom!

Under such intense firepower, a normal human body would have been torn to shreds. Moments later, the barrels of the combat servants' guns glowed red-hot, forcing them to pause firing.

The situation fell into an eerie silence. Then, from within the dust, a chilling chewing sound emerged.

Crunch, crunch.

It sounded like flesh being ripped from the bone. Or like bones being crunched and their marrow sucked out.

Not dead!

Zhong Shuo, the blond man, and the tall woman all tensed, their eyes snapping to that area.

Zhong Shuo was particularly shocked. He had already learned from headquarters about the cultivator's abilities. One was controlling zombies. The other was manipulating fire.

But zombies could not possibly jump down from nearly a hundred meters high and remain unharmed. Nor could they withstand such a concentrated barrage of firepower!

"What kind of monster is this..."

Zhong Shuo muttered to himself.

Boom!

Three towering, dark figures burst out of the smoke like three unstoppable bulls charging wildly.

The combat servants widened their eyes in horror. They didn't even have a chance to react before they were smashed into pulp!

Compared to them, the Superhumans had slightly stronger bodies. They weren't smashed into pulp, but rather into seven or eight pieces of limbs and fragments.

In the blink of an eye, another five or six Superhumans were killed. The combat servants were completely wiped out.

Zhong Shuo fixed his gaze. The leading, exceptionally robust zombie bore only a few scorch marks. Some rifle bullets, twisted and deformed, were lodged within its muscles and bones. This terrifying creature's flesh was harder than steel!

Zhong Shuo watched as the hulking zombie lunged at the blond man.

From the zombie's grim and ferocious mouth emerged a harsh and guttural syllable, "Die!"

The blond man, an enhanced Superhuman, had reinforced his legs. Seeing the dire situation, he immediately activated his psionic power, further strengthening his legs.

In an instant, they swelled several times larger. He kicked the ground forcefully, preparing to dart away.

At this critical moment, a piercing screech suddenly swept across the entire area. Everyone who heard it felt as if their brains had been struck by a massive hammer, leaving them momentarily blank. Even Zhong Shuo, a Level Six Superhuman, felt dizzy and almost lost his balance.

The screech also affected the blond man. Just as he was about to dash away, his movement abruptly halted. In those few fleeting seconds, the hulking zombie's fist, as large as a sandbag, smashed his skull.

Blood and brain matter, mixed with shattered bone fragments, spurted out, flying far away. A large portion of his shattered brain was also flung out, only to be swiftly devoured by an agile zombie before it even hit the ground.

A woman's scream rang out from the right.

Zhong Shuo looked intently. His most capable subordinate, the tall woman, had her head crushed by the screeching zombie!

"Dead... all dead..." Zhong Shuo murmured.