After the earlier massacre, the three of them managed to leave the neighborhood smoothly with a mix of walking and running.

However, Chen Shouyi didn't feel any lighter, but rather more solemn. The huge commotion here couldn't possibly not spread. In fact, on the road, he saw from afar that more than one person had already run out of the neighborhood gate.

But he didn't chase after them.

He still had his aunt and cousin to care for. If he left, the two might be torn to pieces by the fanatical cult followers seeking revenge.

Moreover, even if he wanted to chase them, he couldn't intercept them all one by one.

"Shou Yi, we've dragged you down. You should go alone, otherwise, none of us might be able to escape," Qin Shufen said, panting heavily.

Running with small steps from the neighborhood to the gate, even though it was only a few hundred meters, she was already out of breath.

"Aunty, don't overthink it. Since I'm here, I must take you out. Otherwise, my parents would kill me." Chen Shouyi snapped out of his thoughts and quickly comforted them.

He opened his backpack, placed it by the roadside, and took out the components of the war bow, assembling them one by one. He adjusted it, pulled the bowstring, and took out two quivers to hang on himself.

He sighed slightly. The number of arrows he brought this time was still too few.

With only two quivers, there were only forty arrows in total, which was indeed too few.

It was also his carelessness. Before coming here, he hadn't expected Dongning's situation to be so dire, with the cult so deeply entrenched, and himself almost having the whole city as his enemy in Dongning.

"Shou Yi, let me carry the backpack for you!" Chen Yuwei said.

Chen Shouyi shook his head: "Sister, no need. It's not that heavy. You just carry the briefcase for me."

His cousin, although physically better than his aunt, was still limited and was just at an average person's level, better if he carried it himself.

At this moment, the sky slightly brightened.

"Boom!"

He immediately looked up, seeing a flare explode into a red spot in the night sky.

Chen Shouyi felt a surge of alertness in his heart:

"Everyone, pick up the pace!"

...

At the top floor of an old Catholic Church, a barbarian elder enveloped in shadows watched the burst of fireworks through a circular window. After a while, he sighed and said:

"Another rat has snuck in?" He spoke in perfectly fluent Chinese.

"This is unavoidable, Chief Priest.

My lord, the great God of Hunting, has only claimed one city. This city is still so insignificant; there are over a thousand cities like this in this country, not to mention multiple times that number globally," a middle-aged human respectfully standing behind him said with burning eyes. He paused and then urged,

"A truly unbelievably vast country, may my lord's brilliance cover this land," the elder said, turning to look at this man blessed by the gods. He could see the substantial divine light on him, so much that it almost blinded him.

In just half a year, he had gone from being an ordinary human to become a high priest, second only to him. Soon enough, he might stand on equal footing with him.

However, he didn't harbor much jealousy. If not for his cooperation and proposing various astonishing yet effective suggestions, this vast city, with its population of over a million, might still be in chaos.

He truly sensed what it meant to be wise.

The elder said as he clapped his hands.

A barbarian, covered in blood-red totems and incredibly strong, bowed his head and walked into the top floor, a suffocating aura rushing towards him. He glanced disdainfully at the middle-aged man, then respectfully knelt on the ground, speaking loudly in the barbarian language: "Honorable Chief Priest, what are your orders?"

The middle-aged man standing by showed no expression on his face, but his secretly clenched right hand betrayed his inner turmoil, which was far from calm as he imagined.

"My strong warrior, send out the most cunning hunters to find the intruder. By dawn, I want to see him kneel before me."

"Yes, Chief Priest!"

...

Under the water-like night sky, it was quiet, without a single sound—only faint breaths coming from dark alleys or corners.

Countless people hid in the darkness.

Chen Shouyi gripped the bow in his left hand, and his right hand pinched an arrow as he walked quickly, keeping a vigilant eye on his surroundings.

With a physique of 15.2, he already had considerable dim sight, far surpassing ordinary people, even though it was still not as good as the Shell Lady.

Suddenly, his hand blurred.

With a "boom" sound in the air, the bowstring vibrated, and the arrow in his right hand vanished without a trace.

In the distance, a man in black holding a rifle aimed at him had a face that suddenly broke open with a large, bowl-sized translucent hole, with half of his face gone, immediately collapsing. The two beside him were scared out of their wits, desperately scrambling away.

Chen Shouyi flicked his hand, and another arrow appeared in his right hand, but he did not continue attacking, letting the two leave.

He couldn't afford to waste his limited arrows carelessly.

So far, Chen Shouyi hadn't encountered high-level forces, mostly still just ordinary people wielding firearms.

He worriedly glanced at the two beside him, his aunt clutched her abdomen, her face pale with pain, gritting her teeth to continue, while his cousin was already breathing heavily, her forehead covered in sweat.

From leaving the neighborhood, the three of them had been jogging for over ten minutes, already nearing their physical limits.

"This won't do. We might collapse before even getting out of the urban area," he thought to himself.

"Aunty, should we rest for a while?" Chen Shouyi asked.

"No, I can still... hold on," his aunt shook her head and refused: "Don't worry about us."

At this moment, Chen Shouyi sharply sensed a trace of danger from his back. Instinctively, he drew his sword and swiftly swept behind him, slicing a blurred arrow in half. Only then did the sonic boom reach his ears.

A hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.

Martial Artist!

He released the sword hilt, swiftly pulled out an arrow, and shot it fiercely in the direction the opposing shot came from.

Then he grabbed the longsword that hadn't yet hit the ground. With a violent stomp on the ground, sending cement flying, his body shot forward.

With a "boom" sound.

The arrow deeply embedded into a large rock in the roadside park, splitting it with a deep crack. The assailant was quite alert, hiding behind the rock after shooting an arrow.

Unfortunately, hiding only worked for a while.

Chen Shouyi's figure followed closely, slamming heavily into the rock.

The strength of a martial artist typically refers to the sustained strength of both arms, with explosive power and the integrated strength of the back being several times, even ten times that.

This rock, one and a half meters tall and two meters long, weighing over 10 to 20 tons, exploded with his strong hit, thoroughly shattering into pieces. One of the two people hiding behind was struck directly in the chest by a three hundred pound rock, accompanied by dense bone-cracking sounds, breaking numerous ribs. He staggered back a few steps before collapsing backward, spitting blood.

The other person reacted more quickly, retreating quickly but with a face full of fright.

However, just as he moved his feet, a blurred figure rushed close amidst the flying dust.

The fear hadn't fully left his face, and his face began to twist in terror.

The next moment, a sword light swept past like a rainbow, slicing through his throat in an instant.

His head rolled off!

Chen Shouyi flicked the sword, sheathing it, and quickly approached the injured person.

"Don't... don't kill me, I was... forced," he said, his face full of fear, breathing heavily, trembling in his voice.

Chen Shouyi, expressionless, lifted his foot and stomped fiercely on his head.

"Boom!"

The soft earth beneath exploded with a splash of dirt flying everywhere.

Without even a glance, he walked back quickly.

Behind him was a deep pit over twenty centimeters deep and nearly half a meter wide, with a bizarrely arched corpse lying in it, its head deeply buried in the pit. Very soon, threads of fresh blood began seeping from the depths of the pit.

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