We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

The oppressive feeling of the countdown made all the Westerners present feel suffocated.

"Ten." Lin Ye began counting down.

Arthur's eyes were bloodshot; his pride as an SS-level light-elemental ability user made it impossible for him to accept such humiliation.

He, the supreme commander of the Holy Light Knights, was actually forced to leave by a young man from China with weapons.

Don't be fooled by him!

Arthur whirled around and roared furiously at his men who were trying to escape.

"He's bluffing!"

"At such close range, detonating a nuclear bomb would kill him too!"

"He absolutely won't fire! He's just trying to scare us off!"

Arthur drew his heavy cross sword from his waist, and a blinding white holy light instantly erupted from the blade.

"Warriors of the Holy Light Knights! Charge forward!"

"Kill him! Seize the launcher!"

"Those who disobey military orders will be executed without mercy!"

Under Arthur's insane brainwashing and death threats.

Dozens of fanatical knights, thoroughly brainwashed, gritted their teeth and forcibly suppressed their fear of nuclear weapons.

They erupted with dazzling supernatural light, raised their weapons, and roared as they charged toward the SUV where Lin Ye was.

"For the Holy Light!"

"For the Alliance!"

Dozens of A-level and S-level powerhouses launched a simultaneous charge, creating an extremely terrifying spectacle.

The rocks on the ground were crushed to pieces by the violent energy.

Lei Hu, Zhao Gang, and the others' expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively raised their guns to fire.

"Step back."

Lin Ye didn't even turn his head, but simply said something indifferently.

He looked at the Western superhumans who were charging forward recklessly and shook his head helplessly.

"I gave you a chance."

"Since you don't want to leave, then leave them all here as fertilizer."

Lin Ye gave a thumbs-up without any hesitation.

He pressed the red button on the transmitter hard.

drop--!

An extremely sharp electronic buzzing sound rang out inside the nuclear weapon launcher.

On the small LCD screen on the side, the red countdown numbers jumped from ten to nine in an instant.

The reaction chamber at the rear began to operate at high speed, emitting a ring of visible high-temperature twisting ripples.

Upon hearing this voice, the madness on Arthur's face froze completely.

"F**K!"

This SS-level light-elemental ability user, the supreme commander of the European Holy Light Knights, let out a piercing scream.

He didn't even dare to utter a harsh word.

Arthur threw the heavy cross sword, a symbol of supreme glory, to the ground, turned around, and sprinted towards the basin's exit.

He was moving so fast that even his prized silver heavy armor emitted a metallic scraping sound as it struggled to keep up.

Running too fast, Arthur's left tactical boot landed directly on a protruding rock, and the entire sole of the boot flew off on the spot.

But he didn't care about any of that. He ran barefoot on the gravel, wishing his parents would give him two more legs.

The boss has run away.

The dozens of fanatical knights who had just charged forward shouting "For the Holy Light" instantly came to their senses.

The A-level ability user at the very front slammed on the brakes, his knees slamming heavily onto the dark brown rock. Due to inertia, he slid forward several meters, his tactical pants instantly torn to shreds.

The people behind him couldn't stop themselves and crashed into him solidly.

Dozens of people rolled around in a heap.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

"That lunatic actually pressed it!"

After getting up, these people scrambled and crawled away. Some were so frightened that their legs went weak, and they simply crawled forward on the ground using both their hands and feet.

The entire western camp was in complete chaos.

The hundreds of Western elites who had just been mocking the Chinese were now like ants scalded by boiling water.

Several enormous genetically modified beastmen were stuck at the narrow exit of the basin because of their massive size.

The superhumans behind him became enraged and threw several large fireballs at the beastman's buttocks, blasting a bloody path through them.

In less than a minute.

The basin, which had just been crowded and clamoring to monopolize the secret realm, was now completely empty.

Apart from the scattered high-end tents, the high-tech equipment that couldn't be moved in time, and the lingering smell of barbecue in the air, not even a Westerner could be seen.

Next to the off-road vehicle.

Lei Hu gripped the assault rifle tightly with both hands, his jaw agape.

Zhao Gang clutched his severed arm, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Dozens of Chinese special agents, covered in blood, stood frozen in place.

Several hundred top-tier superhumans from a multinational coalition, plus an SS-level overlord.

By someone.

He was carrying an iron pipe.

They were so terrified that they abandoned their armor and fled in panic!

Who would believe that if I told them?

"It runs pretty fast." Lin Ye released his thumb from the red button with a look of disgust, and the beeping of the transmitter stopped abruptly.

He turned his head and glanced at the Western supplies scattered on the ground, his eyes brightening slightly.

"Old Lei," Lin Ye raised his chin, "Since we're just killing time anyway, take your men and pack up all the equipment and tents left behind by those foreigners, and treat them as our spoils of war."

Lei Hu was stunned for a moment: "General Lin, this...this is spoils of war?"

"Nonsense." Lin Ye said matter-of-factly, "They occupied Dragon Country's venue for a party and ran away without even paying the venue fee. Use all these things as collateral, take them back and sell them to the public, and give me some high-temperature allowance while you're at it."

Lei Hu swallowed hard and quickly beckoned his elite soldiers to get to work.

Lin Ye turned around again, his gaze fixed on the ancient bronze gate, hundreds of meters high, in mid-air.

He took the nuclear launcher off his shoulder, supporting it with one hand while poking around on the LCD panel on the side with the other.

"Xia Wanqiu," Lin Ye called out without turning his head, "How much energy did you say you needed to break through this door?"

Xia Wanqiu quickly flipped open her notebook: "Ancient records state that at least the combined power of ten Grandmaster-level experts is needed to instantly bombard the array's core."

"Ten Grandmasters at their peak..." Lin Ye muttered to himself.

He entered a series of complex parameters on the panel, adjusting the explosive yield of the miniature nuclear warhead.

"The system gave me something pretty advanced; it can fine-tune the yield." Lin Ye patted the launcher casing with great satisfaction.

Zhao Gang, watching from the side, felt a chill run down his spine and couldn't help but take a step forward.

"General Lin, are you really planning to use nuclear weapons to blow up the gate?" Zhao Gang's voice trembled. "If the yield isn't controlled properly, not only the gate, but our entire basin will be razed to the ground!"

"What's the panic?" Lin Ye said confidently. "Just set it to the lowest setting; it'll just shatter the array patterns on the door. What if you turn it up too high and burn all the century-old wild ginseng and purple lingzhi mushrooms inside the secret realm?"

Lin Ye turned to look at Zhao Gang, his tone very serious.

"Burnt herbs are worthless. I take 80% of the profits; who will bear this loss?"

Zhao Gang was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a long time.

This major general's mind is completely focused on money!

Lin Ye hoisted the launcher back onto his shoulder, his sights fixed on the center of the bronze door's gap.

"Everyone, step back!" Lin Ye shouted.

"Xia Wanqiu, cover your ears! Lao Lei, take your men and find cover, hide behind the car!"