Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

On the winding mountain road in the distance, three unmarked armored vehicles of the Sharp Blade Brigade sped silently through the night with their lights off, the tires rolling over the potholes and the vehicles bouncing slightly.

Yue Sheng sat in the passenger seat, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest, his brows furrowed in a deep knot.

The urgent voice of the observation post came through the radio headset: "Team Leader Yue, there's no more fighting in the direction of Yunyin Manor. The situation is unclear, it looks like...it looks like a one-sided massacre."

Yue Sheng's fingers paused, and he said in a deep voice, "Speed ​​up. Faster."

The driver slammed on the accelerator, the armored vehicle's engine roared, and the speed increased even more, leaving a black shadow on the empty mountain road. It was less than two minutes' drive from the ruins of Yunyin Manor.

……

Xu Suyuan raised her hand and killed another sniper who was trying to flank from the side. As soon as the sniper's body stiffened, her consciousness swayed uncontrollably, as if it had been tugged by something.

She closed her eyes slightly, and the image of waking up in the Void Returning to the Treasury flashed uncontrollably through her mind.

That was the Nanshan Nursing Home in Chenxi City. A beam of white light shot into the sky, and Han Xiao was surrounded by violent kinetic energy flames, like a god forged from light.

"Live on!" His last words still lingered in her ears. The next second, a devastating kinetic storm swept through the entire nursing home.

At the last moment, she activated the Void Reversion Technique, escaping into the interdimensional rift, and her body fell into a deep sleep the instant the space folded.

He slept for a whole month.

When she woke up, she was curled up in a rift in another dimension, her combat suit torn to shreds and her face stained with dried blood.

Her memory was still of Han Xiao rushing towards the enemy, and his last words still echoed in her ears. Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that she could hardly breathe.

My grandmother died. She was poisoned by those beasts and died at home. I didn't even get to see her one last time.

Han Xiao also died. In order to protect her, he used himself as fuel and exploded into that blinding white light on the horizon.

All those who had offered her warmth during her desperate times are gone.

Her tears flowed silently, streaming down her cheeks.

She cried for an unknown amount of time, then suddenly remembered what her grandmother had said to her while holding her hand on her sickbed: "Yuanyuan, you must live well from now on and not suffer any injustice."

She recalled what Han Xiao had said to her while leaning against the wall drinking water during a training break: "After we get our revenge, let's find a place where nobody knows us."

She wiped away her tears, swallowed her broken emotions, and her eyes regained their resolve.

She wanted to live, not only to live, but also to avenge those who had died.

To survive, you need a goal.

She began investigating the origins of the mercenaries employed at Nanshan Nursing Home. Using her ability to travel through the void, she infiltrated countless heavily guarded offices, pried open encrypted safes one by one, and followed the clues until she finally uncovered a name: Blackstone International.

Behind Blackstone International stands an even larger shadow—the Five Mountains Alliance.

This organization, lurking in the shadows, is the source of all evil, the protector of Wei Donghai, the instigator of Han Xiao's death, and the demon that pushes countless ordinary people like her into hell.

But she couldn't handle such a behemoth by herself.

The Five Mountains Society's influence is deeply entrenched, extending its reach to every corner of the political and business world. For her to fight against such a powerful force alone would be like throwing an egg against a rock.

She needs companions, people who, like her, have crawled out of hell and whose hearts burn with the fire of revenge.

Just as she had this thought, the long-dormant seed of her soul deep within her consciousness suddenly lit up, emitting a faint warmth.

She vaguely sensed the location of the other two seeds, in the direction of Guangyang City, burning with the same intense hatred, like two torches burning in the night.

She didn't know who those two people were, but she could sense that the aura of those two seeds was exactly the same as hers. They were both watered by despair, polished by hatred, and had the scent of crawling out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Without hesitation, she set off for Guangyang City that very day.

Stealthily making their way through, avoiding all surveillance and checkpoints, they arrived at Cloud Hidden Manor, only to find the ruins already engulfed in chaos.

Hidden in the distant pine forest, she saw a blood-soaked man carrying another person with white hair through the ruins; she saw the encirclement of seventy mercenaries tighten layer by layer; she saw the dying man press his palm into the soil and felt his life force rapidly draining away, like a lamp about to burn out.

Looking at the mercenaries' ferocious faces, at the whistling bullets and the spitting flames, the killing intent in her heart spread like ignited gasoline.

She made her move.

The moment the memory ended, she raised her hand and killed another mercenary who tried to sneak up on her from behind. The man's dagger was still raised in mid-air when his body froze. He fell straight down in the swinging posture, the dagger clattering onto the gravel.

The number of mercenaries remaining on the battlefield dwindled, their bodies scattered throughout the ruins. Some remained in firing positions, while others still bore the marks of terror on their faces. Blood trickled down the cracks in the rubble, staining the charred soil a deep brown.

……

Thirty kilometers away, in a signal monitoring vehicle, Zhong Lin and Wang Hongyuan stared at the screen, their faces ashen.

In the scene, Heo So-won walks forward, and with each gesture, a mercenary falls to the ground.

Her movements were slow but incredibly precise; from 200 meters to 300 meters, distance meant nothing to her.

Bullets seemed to pass through the air when they hit her, and flames automatically swerved around her when they reached her. Even the most advanced thermal imagers couldn't capture her exact outline; they could only see a blurry human figure moving through the ruins, leaving behind a trail of fallen corpses in its wake.

Zhong Lin's pupils contracted to their limit, and his lips were pressed into a thin line.

He has conducted supernatural research for so many years and collected countless sample data, but he has never seen a superhuman with such a fast evolution speed.

According to previous intelligence, Xu Suyuan's Void Imprisonment could only trap two people at a time and penetrate concrete no more than one meter thick. Now, it can not only cover a spherical space of fifty meters, but also accurately lock onto targets from three hundred meters away. This improvement in ability is simply unbelievable.

"The 300-meter range of the confinement weapon has rendered our previous setup ineffective," Wang Hongyuan said, his voice hoarse as he stared at the screen.

He had seen Liu Zhen's lightning and Meng Zhaowen's plants, and thought he had enough understanding of the power of superhumans, but Xu Suyuan's appearance completely shattered his understanding.

This ability to ignore spatial obstacles and be immune to physical attacks is practically the Grim Reaper on the battlefield.