The four soldiers only weighed two or three hundred kilograms, which was completely insignificant compared to his seventeen hundred kilograms of Divine Power.

In just a few minutes, Chen Shouyi ran back and forth five times, escorting twenty soldiers.

He noticed the thick fog was shrinking without needing anyone to remind him.

Compared to the beginning, the range of the fog retreated by more than five meters.

This powerfully validated his judgment.

The source of this monster's power was undoubtedly related to the people it controlled.

Chen Shouyi felt that if all the people controlled within the fog were brought out, the monster would have no choice but to reveal itself even if it wanted to hide.

Just like fish in the water.

No matter how well they hide or how fast they swim.

If you drain the water, the fish will be powerless to jump.

Chen Shouyi rested for half a minute before venturing into the mist again.

This time, as soon as he entered, he sharply sensed a strong sense of unease; he was being targeted.

"The enemy finally couldn't hold back any longer!"

As Chen Shouyi continued forward, he glanced at his watch and discovered it was already ten o'clock.

He had wasted two hours.

By the time he returned, it would likely be eleven.

The fog churned around him, and the disturbance to his perception was getting increasingly severe. Vaguely, there seemed to be piercing and noisy sounds, as if a force was attempting to infiltrate his mind. Only when he gripped the sword hilt did these noises get blocked, and his mind instantly regained clarity.

This is a formidable enemy!

He took it seriously in his heart, gathering his will with concentration.

He looked ahead; although the front was a thick fog and he couldn't see anything, he instinctively felt the monster was right there.

And it was slowly approaching!

The interfering force was growing stronger, his mind's sense, which radiated like waves, had already completely disintegrated and shredded.

Moreover, countless strands of Spiritual Power were desperately trying to burrow into his brain.

"Foolish human, here lies my domain—the great King of Dreams, the source of all fear, Di Luoluo's territory. Leave now, or stay here forever." A grand and ethereal voice resonated in his heart.

Step by step, Chen Shouyi moved forward, his expression solemn, his gathered will like a rock immovable in a rushing current, blocking all invading Spiritual Power completely outside, his mind unwavering.

"There are always deluded creatures attempting to challenge the great King of Dreams, but the outcome is always becoming my slaves, unable to escape even in death, forever sinking." The voice sounded again, loudly in a threatening tone.

Chen Shouyi threw the War Bow to the ground and slowly drew out the sword, holding it casually at his side.

He breathed deeply, feeling his blood flow gradually accelerating and boiling, yet the expression on his face became increasingly calm and peaceful, his steps slowing as if before the short tranquility of a storm, all murderous intent gathered within.

"My patience has worn thin..."

A hazy yet towering shadow finally manifested in the dense fog.

"I see you!"

He erupted instantly, tearing through the mist like a blurred phantom, taking two consecutive steps to close in on the monster's tall and menacing figure.

He stomped heavily, causing the concrete floor to crack suddenly, his figure leaping into the air. His cold eyes fixed unwaveringly on the creature's eerie faceless head, the Long Sword slicing through the air like lightning.

The sword slices, and the neck is severed.

The head rolled onto the ground with a lurch.

"Something's wrong!" As soon as Chen Shouyi landed, he sensed something amiss.

He quickly turned around to see the three-meter high headless corpse collapsing with a thud, blood gushing forth.

Everything seemed quite normal; even the surrounding fog was slowly thinning and retreating, yet quickly, the corpse slowly began to blur and dissipate.

"No good, it's trying to escape!"

He picked up the War Bow and followed his intuition, chasing swiftly.

He noticed along the way, one soldier after another, villagers alike, falling to the ground unconscious.

The fog was getting thinner.

Soon, Chen Shouyi caught sight of the monster's shadow in the distance.

Perhaps, it wasn't attempting to escape.

At this moment, the air around it distorted into a blur, with auroras dancing nearby, occasionally streaking with currents of electricity, its immense Spiritual Power now beginning to affect reality.

It looked up at the helicopter circling in the sky.

The next moment, the helicopter spun out of control and plummeted straight down.

Chen Shouyi hurried along the street, drawing closer like a nimble panther in the night, the closer he got to the monster, the stronger the anxiety he felt, his sixth sense warning him.

Danger!

Chen Shouyi dared not go further, abruptly halting and hiding behind a wall corner, silently and smoothly drawing an arrow.

No sooner had he moved than the monster withdrew its gaze and turned towards Chen Shouyi.

Utterly disregarding physical obstacles, hidden behind the wall corner, Chen Shouyi trembled all over, feeling a pressure akin to the collapse of heaven and earth crushing down on him, concurrently a piercing scream erupted in his mind.

His consciousness started to blur, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, eyes bloodshot, his mental defenses gradually crumbling.

His mind began to swarm with illusions, his awareness becoming hazy.

"Damn it."

He gritted his teeth fiercely, relying on his remaining rationality, and stepped out from the corner of the wall. Struggling, he drew the bow without seeing the target clearly and shot an arrow.

"Boom!"

The arrow grazed the monster's body in an instant, tearing open a blood streak but missing its target.

However, this also startled the monster, immediately interrupting its attack.

Chen Shouyi's mind cleared slightly, without caring about his splitting headache, he immediately seized the rare opportunity.

In the blink of an eye, his hand turned into a blur.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The first arrow hit the arm, severing it.

The second arrow struck the chest, piercing through a large hole.

The third arrow hit the chest again, breaking its spine.

The fourth arrow hit the neck, and the entire head was shot into the air.

Before the head could land, it was hit by an arrow, exploding midair, with blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

Chen Shouyi discovered that although this monster was terrifying, its physical strength was negligible. Facing such high-speed arrows, it had no power to dodge; it was shot into a beehive in just a brief moment.

As the oppressive low pressure before the storm gradually dissipated.

Chen Shouyi's mind relaxed, and he quickly reached out to support the wall, panting heavily.

Damn, it's finally dead.

Originally thought to be a minor character, unexpectedly it was a big shark, nearly capsizing the boat.

At this moment, a sound of dense footsteps came from the ears.

Chen Shouyi regained his senses, withdrew his hand, carefully wiped his nosebleed, and turned around.

A large number of soldiers had already entered the village, checking the conditions of their fallen comrades and villagers.

Among them, a group of people walked quickly toward this side.

"General Manager, are you injured?" The battalion commander of the troops asked with concern, showing respect.

Although Chen Shouyi's head still hurt as if it were being torn apart, his spirit was languid, and he wished to lay down immediately, but seeing everyone's eyes filled with respect and admiration, Chen Shouyi forced himself to perk up, calmly saying, "I'm fine!"

Is there anything wrong?

No matter what happens, as a dignified martial artist, he cannot show it in front of a group of martial artists and officers.

It would be too embarrassing.

...

Thanks to Chen Shouyi's fortune.

All martial artists returned by helicopter.

Qian Wei touched here and there, face full of curiosity, respectfully glanced at Chen Shouyi resting with eyes closed, and whispered to Zhao Jiankai, "This is my first time on a helicopter. I wonder when we will have this kind of treatment?"

"In your dreams!" Zhao Jiankai replied with a cold witticism.

Qian Wei paid no mind and then said with a heavy expression, "I wonder how Sun Jin and Dong Siyang are doing? Sun Jin, when mentioned, was in the same batch as me."

Sun Jin and Dong Siyang were two other martial artists who came along with them. Like the soldiers and villagers, they all fell into a coma. Until they left, they still hadn't woken up and were directly sent to the town's hospital.

"They should be fine. I'm not also well as before!" Song Jieying said.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shouyi opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Actually, the two are not the same.

In the final battle, when the monster gathered all its power and made a desperate gamble, all controlled people's spiritual power was drained and exhausted, possibly even their souls had disappeared.

If lucky, they would wake up in a few days.

If unlucky, they might be vegetative for a lifetime.

Such things naturally cannot be said.

After closing his eyes for a while, he felt the headache had improved considerably, and his exhausted mind was slowly recovering.

"General Manager, you woke up. Did we wake you up?" Song Jieying said. She now followed others in calling him this, no longer addressed as General Manager Chen, to avoid confusion with the great martial artist President Qin. Today, she discovered from others in shock that Chen Shouyi was already a martial artist.

"I'm just resting my mind, you guys keep chatting, it's alright!" Chen Shouyi said with a smile.

"General Manager is really approachable, not putting on airs at all." Qian Wei quickly flattered.

"General Manager is easy to talk to, often supporting the younger generation." Jin Feiyan also said cautiously.

Chen Shouyi smiled and didn't speak, inwardly sighing slightly.

Thinking about it, he was only eighteen.

A youth blooming like a flower!

Though younger than those here, yet seemingly he was a senior.

Could no longer chat well with people in the martial artist circle.

Blame it on his quick progress in strength.

So tiring!

...

After more than ten minutes, the helicopter landed on the lawn of the villa area. After bidding farewell to Song Yingjie and others, he was the first to step out of the helicopter and walked toward home.

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