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The vines loosened, and the monsters' corpses fell from the sky, crashing to the ground. Some were unrecognizable, while others retained their complete outlines, but none showed any signs of life.

The vines retracted, shrinking back underground like the receding tide, leaving only holes the size of bowls and bloodstains on the ground.

Xiao Jiu picked up the flowerpot from the ground, stood up, turned around, and walked back behind Bai Liuxi. His expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even glance at the corpses.

The battlefield fell silent for a moment.

That silence wasn't the absence of sound; rather, everyone's attention was instantly drawn away.

The machine guns were still firing, the rifles were still firing, and the monsters' roars continued, but those sounds seemed to be muffled by a layer of cotton, becoming distant and indistinct. Everyone's gaze was fixed on the ground torn apart by vines, on the monster corpses still oozing blood, and on the back of the boy carrying the flowerpot back.

Among the survivors, those who previously thought the military was nothing special, just relying on its superior weaponry and actually nothing remarkable, are now keeping their mouths shut tighter than clams.

Those who previously looked down on the military and thought they were far more talented and skilled than these soldiers now dared not even meet Bai Liuxi's gaze.

Those who had previously been observing, wavering, unsure whether to follow the military or go it alone, now had something new burning in their eyes... hope. Following these people, they could truly leave alive.

Zhou Zhenguo stood beside the twenty soldiers, watching Xiao Jiu walk back behind Bai Liuxi, with only one thought in his mind... This is not a battle, this is intimidation.

Bai Liuxi wasn't unaware of the pressure on the eastern front, nor was she unaware that the level seven elite would charge over; she deliberately let it pass.

She wanted all the survivors to see that the military had superpowered individuals, and very strong ones at that. Not just "some," but "very strong"—strong enough that one person could wipe out a level seven elite and the entire horde of monsters it led, strong enough that they wouldn't even flinch, strong enough that those with malicious intentions wouldn't even dare to dream of it.

Zhou Zhenguo took a deep breath and looked away from Xiao Jiu.

His peripheral vision swept over the area where the survivors had gathered... those who had been whispering and thinking the military was "nothing special" were now as quiet as a flock of chickens with their necks choked.

Those who were initially skeptical of the military and felt that following the military might not be safe have now begun to actively gather behind the defensive line.

Zhou Zhenguo withdrew his gaze and looked at Bai Liuxi again.

She remained standing before the twenty soldiers, her face still expressionless, as if nothing had happened. But Zhou Zhenguo knew that from this moment on, the landscape of this battlefield had changed. Not in terms of strength, but in terms of morale.

Everyone will remember that scene, the boy with the flowerpot, and the image of him single-handedly wiping out an entire horde of monsters. Everyone will reassess the military's strength, recalculate their own bargaining chips, and reconsider their stance.

Those who originally had ulterior motives are now thinking not about "how to cause trouble," but about "how to avoid being discovered."

......

The middle section of the defensive line.

Unlike the eastern side, which Zhou Zhenguo was in charge of, the monsters here were a bit lower level... level four or five, with the occasional level six monster mixed in, which was already quite a large one.

The density of the firepower was also higher, and the machine gun barrage had almost no gaps. The monster corpses piled up into a low wall at the front line, and dark green blood flowed down the cracks in the ground, forming a stinking stream.

As assigned, following behind the soldiers were large guilds, numerous and well-equipped, forming small square formations of three to five. They cooperated seamlessly, advancing and retreating in an orderly fashion, like a series of precisely operating machines, systematically eliminating those who had broken through the first line of fire.

Further down the guild are small and medium-sized groups and makeshift teams of random players. Their equipment varies and their coordination is not particularly good, but they have the advantage of large numbers and can maintain their position by relying on their numbers.

Further on, there are those truly "solo players" who can't even form a team... They can only occasionally pick up a half-dead monster when the people in front of them miss it, finish it off with a couple of hits, and leech a little experience.

In this bustling, collective effort, one person stood out as an oddity.

Lin Xiaohe stood at the edge of this chaotic battlefield, neither in front nor behind, neither teaming up with anyone nor communicating with anyone.

She stood there alone, like an isolated island, surrounded by groups of three or five surging like the tide, while she was the only unmoving stone in the tide.

Her movements were so clean and efficient that they didn't seem like she was fighting, but rather like she was executing a program that had been repeated countless times.

A level-four mutated hyena emerged from a gap in the barrage and lunged toward her.

She dodged to the side, and with a swift upward motion, the short knife in her hand sliced ​​open the hyena's throat with pinpoint accuracy.

Blood spurted out, but she didn't flinch, letting the dark green liquid splash onto her clothes, face, and hair.

She didn't wipe it, not even blink. The hyena's body froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell, crashed to the ground, twitched twice, and remained still. She didn't look at it; her gaze was already locked on the next one.

The second, a level-five mutated jackal, pounced from her left.

Without turning around, she lightly touched the ground with her left foot and slid half a step to the right, the jackal's claws grazing her ear. With her right hand, she gripped the dagger in reverse and plunged it into the jackal's side, the blade circling halfway inside its body before she pulled it out.

When the jackal landed, it was too weak to stand up. It lay on the ground, panting for a few breaths, and then stopped moving.

The third one, a level four zombie, moved slowly, like a slow-motion replay in front of her.

She didn't even use a knife; she kicked the zombie in the knee, the sound of bones cracking clearly audible. The zombie's body lurched forward, but she dodged to the side, grabbed the back of its collar with her left hand, and slammed it down, its face hitting the ground, where it lay still.

Three, in less than twenty seconds.

Her face was expressionless.

It wasn't indifference, nor arrogance, but a deeper emptiness, as if something had been emptied out.

Those eyes were beautiful, but also empty, like two wells drained of water, devoid of any substance. She couldn't laugh, nor cry, nor get angry, nor be happy. She simply stood there, killing monsters, killing monsters, endlessly killing monsters.