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"He didn't even dare to make a move!"

"Did Commander Bai invite him here just to be an audience member?"

Lin Xiaohe heard those words.

Her fingers gripped the dagger tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her lips moved, as if she wanted to say something, but she said nothing. She trusted Su Mu, believed he had his reasons, and no matter what others said, she would not waver.

Her dagger pierced the leg of Minotaur Sauta, but the tip slipped away. She gritted her teeth and stabbed again, only to have it slip away again. She stabbed again, only to have it slip away again. Her hand split open, and blood streamed down the hilt of the dagger. She didn't stop.

Lin Yuwei also heard those words. She was bandaging the arm of a soldier who had been struck by lightning when she heard the discussion, and her fingers paused. She looked up and glanced in Su Mu's direction.

Su Mu leaned against a tree trunk, arms crossed, watching the battlefield, his expression as calm as still water. Lin Yuwei frowned slightly, then lowered her head to continue bandaging.

She wondered why Su Mu wasn't making a move.

In the Dark Zone, she had witnessed his strength... He single-handedly killed that level ten monster, he held his own against Bai Liuxi's attacks, and he nearly killed the Hunter with a single shot. It wasn't that he was afraid to act; he simply didn't want to. What was he waiting for?

Bai Liuxi stood under a large tree outside the defensive line, her hands behind her back, watching the battlefield.

Her long hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed slightly in the night breeze, her expression unchanged. The five members of the Black Kill Squad stood behind her: Old Wei's shield rested at his feet, Zhao Cheng's Tang sword was sheathed, Ah Qi's fingers danced on the control panel of the metal box, and Xiao Jiu held a flowerpot whose color had changed from deep purple to black, the edges of the petals gleaming with a faint red light.

They didn't move. Tauren King Sauta charged through the crowd, lightning from the Thunder Goblin exploded in their midst, soldiers died, survivors died, guild elites died.

They didn't move. Not because they didn't want to, but because they were waiting—waiting for something worthy of their attention to appear. These monsters... Minotaur King Sauta, Lightning Goblins... while powerful, they weren't enough to provoke their actions. The military's heavy firepower could handle most of the problems, and the evolved human squad could deal with the rest. They needed to conserve their strength to deal with the real threat.

Su Mu noticed. He turned his gaze from the battlefield to Bai Liuxi's direction. She stood there, like a pine tree growing in a crack in the rock, unyielding no matter how strong the wind or how heavy the rain.

The five members of the Black Kill Squad stood behind her like five wooden stakes driven into the ground, unmoved by wind or rain. Su Mu withdrew his gaze and continued to watch the battlefield.

He knew what they were waiting for.

Prosciutto weaved through the lightning strikes of the lightning goblin, the charred feathers on his wings falling off to reveal bare, reddened skin.

His golden blade flashed through the darkness, nearly striking the Thunder Goblin several times, but each time it dodged at the last moment. His breathing was rapid and erratic, his strength was rapidly depleting, and his speed was decreasing.

But he heard the whispers... some were praising him, some were cursing Su Mu. A slight smile played on his lips, his wings unfurled, and a golden blade of light condensed in his palm into a longer, brighter lightsaber.

He charged towards the Lightning Goblin, his light blade slashing down. The goblin's body flickered in the lightning as the blade sliced ​​across its head, severing a corner of its robe. The hem of the goblin's robe fluttered to the ground, ignited by the lightning, and burned to ashes.

Proxiu landed on the ground, folded his wings, turned around, and looked in Su Mu's direction. A smile played on his lips, not mockery, but a more subtle kind of smugness, as if saying, "See? This is what a true powerhouse is." "Su Mu, do you want to give it a try?" His voice wasn't loud, but it was penetrating enough for everyone present to hear.

Su Mu did not answer. His gaze did not even leave the battlefield.

Proxiu's lips twitched, then he turned back to continue fighting the Lightning Goblin.

The military's heavy firepower began to unleash its power.

The tank's cannon barrel spun in the darkness, aiming at the chest of Minotaur Sauta. The shell was loaded into the breech with a dull metallic clang. "Fire!" The commander's order came through the walkie-talkie, and all six tanks fired simultaneously. The shell exploded in Sautaur's chest, leaving a charred patch on his dark bronze skin. Sautaur swayed, but did not fall.

Its blood-red eyes turned toward the tank, and it raised its tomahawk.

"Focus fire! Keep focusing fire!" The machine gunner switched to armor-piercing rounds, the ammunition belts slid rapidly in the chamber, and bullets rained down on the Minotaur King Sauta.

Tiny white spots appeared on his dark bronze skin, merging together to resemble a crumpled piece of paper. (Ox)

King Sauta let out a deep, thunderous roar, and his battle axe came crashing down. The blade struck the turret of a tank, splitting it open, and the tank crewman crawled out, covered in blood.

The guild leaders began organizing a counterattack. Zhang Peng, leading his little zebra, directed his men to flank the Minotaur King, Sauta.

The shield warriors were in front, holding up their shields to block the Minotaur King Sauta's view, while the attackers followed behind, aiming their guns and bows at Sauta's legs.

Zhao Derong has fallen, but his teammates Liu Yang and Fang Lin are still fighting.

Liu Yang held up his shield, standing in front of Zhao Derong, while Fang Lin's arrow shot towards the eye of the Minotaur King, Sauta. The arrow struck his eyelid, leaving a white spot on Sauta's eyelid; he didn't even blink.

Proscius weaved through the lightning strikes of the lightning goblin.

The charred feathers on his wings had fallen off, revealing bare, reddened skin from the electric shock. His golden blade slashed through the darkness, nearly striking the Thunder Goblin several times, but each time it was dodged at the last moment.

His breathing was rapid and erratic, his strength was rapidly depleting, but a smile lingered on his lips... He was stalling, stalling until the Lightning Goblin ran out of energy.

"Everyone, focus fire on the Thunder Goblin!"