I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Outside Huangliu Town, in the open fields,

Chen Junjie said calmly, "Let's go, let's move on to the next one."

He fought relentlessly for several days, but still showed no intention of returning.

"Can't we even catch our breath?" Wang Qiang stepped out from the crowd, his voice booming. "We've been on the move, killing people non-stop these past few days. We can't keep pushing them to their deaths, can we?"

Chen Junjie was taken aback upon hearing this.

His gaze swept over the group of superhumans, and he fell silent.

"I was indeed too impatient," Chen Junjie thought to himself.

Even Wang Qiang, an S-level ability user, was somewhat tired, let alone those A-level ability users.

It's not that these people are so tired they can't move, it's just that being constantly engaged in bloody battles can be mentally exhausting.

"Tsk tsk," Fatty Li suddenly spoke up from the side, "You, a stone man, know what tiredness is?"

Wang Qiang glared fiercely at Fatty Li and said, "You're picking and choosing all this time, isn't Second Brother tired yet?"

Fatty Li was stunned and speechless for a moment, unusually not offering any rebuttal.

It was rare for Wang Qiang to say something that pleased him.

The fatigue was secondary; the real issue was that these past few days had definitely interfered with his cultivation!

Doing things like this outside is nowhere near as comfortable as doing it in a villa in Jiangnan City.

"It was my oversight," Chen Junjie suddenly said. "How about this, let's go back to Jiangnan City to rest first."

He paused, then added, "Let's bring a different group of people."

Li Pangzi's eyes lit up.

A new batch of people?

Does that mean I don't need to come?

At this moment, Qian Mengxun said softly, "You guys go back, we won't go."

No one present was surprised when she said that.

After all, it was common knowledge that Qian Mengxun had repeatedly targeted Wang Wei, only to be repeatedly defeated by him.

How could she possibly have the guts or the face to return to Jiangnan City?

Chen Junjie didn't elaborate, he just nodded and left with his men.

As Qian Mengxun watched Chen Junjie and his group disappear into the horizon, the calm expression on her face slowly faded, and a smile appeared on her lips.

The smile wasn't strong, but it was like a knife hidden in its sheath, slowly being drawn.

"Wang Wei, Wang Wei, do you really think you can control everything?" she murmured.

"This time, your cleverness backfired."

Beside him, Wang Qiang frowned: "Mengxun, what do you mean by that?"

Qian Mengxun did not answer immediately.

She turned around, walked to a spot not far away, and picked up a dry branch in her hand.

Wang Qiang followed, while the other ability users of the Divine Alliance scattered around on guard.

"Do you really think Chen Junjie is a god-level superhuman?" Qian Mengxun asked.

"Huh?" Wang Qiang was taken aback. "Isn't that right?"

The methods and strength that Chen Junjie has displayed these past few days have already won him over.

That terrifying ability to crush people into paper, that prophetic foresight—what else could it be but godlike?

Faced with Wang Qiang's matter-of-fact expression, Qian Mengxun took a deep breath, as if suppressing some kind of emotion.

She used the dry twig in her hand to draw two circles on the ground.

"Chen Junjie is a god-level superhuman, a prophet, and a savior." She pointed to the circle on the right with a withered twig.

"That's right." Wang Qiang nodded.

"Then... a god-level superhuman, a prophet who can predict everything, a savior, couldn't kill Wang Wei?" Qian Mengxun asked rhetorically, drawing a sharp line on the circle on the left with a withered branch.

"What's wrong?" Wang Qiang asked, looking bewildered.

Qian Mengxun took a deep breath, suppressing her agitation, and said slowly and deliberately, "If he can't kill Wang Wei, then it means his prophecy is false."

Wang Qiang scratched his head, thought for a moment, and then his eyes gradually brightened: "That's right! If he's real, he should be able to kill Wang Wei! If he can't, then it's fake!"

Qian Mengxun nodded, and continued scratching the muddy ground with the withered branch.

She drew a line connecting the two circles, and then drew two arrows at the ends of the line.

"But..." Wang Qiang hesitated again, "Why would Chen Junjie kill Wang Wei? Aren't they in cahoots?"

Qian Mengxun raised her head, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"The alliance is ready to invite Chen Junjie to the capital." Her voice was calm.

"Whether in the capital or other bases, whether ordinary people or people with superpowers, everyone wants this person who devours their fellow countrymen to die."

"Now that we have a god-like 'savior,' he can get rid of Wang Wei for us..."

She stood up and patted the dirt off her hands.

"At that time, all it takes is a single fire to incite everyone to step forward and make our prophet, who is devoted to the country and its people, kill Wang Wei!"

Wang Qiang's eyes lit up, and he slapped his forehead: "I understand!"

"If Chen Junjie fails to kill Wang Wei by then, it will prove he's a false prophet!"

"If he can kill Wang Wei, then he'll have avenged you! Either way, you won't lose out!"

Qian Mengxun smiled, a hint of smugness in her eyes: "That's right. So, I say he was too clever for his own good."

She gazed into the distance, thinking, "Wang Wei thinks he can control everything by promoting Chen Junjie and retreating behind the scenes."

Then, she changed the subject, "Little did he know, his method had a fatal flaw."

Qian Mengxun's voice was full of smugness, "Once our omniscient god-level prophet and savior is put in the position of 'Wang Wei must be killed' by public opinion..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but Wang Qiang already understood.

"Hehe." Wang Qiang chuckled twice. "Meng Xun, you're so clever!"

Qian Mengxun shook her head. "It's not that I'm smart, it's that he's too arrogant."

"Where do we go now?" Wang Qiang asked.

"Let's go back to the capital ahead of schedule," Qian Mengxun said calmly. "Go and set a fire."

"Understood!" Wang Qiang grinned maliciously. "Let's spread the word again about Wang Wei's heinous act of devouring his own people, and ask the prophet to avenge our unjustly killed compatriots!"

Wang Qiang paused here, looked at Qian Mengxun, and asked, "Mengxun, those two women you brought back from Jiangnan City, were they for today?"

Qian Mengxun smiled faintly and remained silent, then leaped and flew towards the capital.

Wang Qiang was taken aback, then quickly followed.

Not long after Qian Mengxun and his group left, a red mist suddenly appeared over the wilderness.

At first, the fog was like a veil.

But soon, it became intense, turning the entire wilderness a dark red.

The crimson fog has descended!

Building 1, Jinxiu Tiancheng Residential Complex, Jiangnan City.

In the living room, Wang Wei stood by the window, looking at the red fog that filled the air outside.

"The last new type of catastrophic weather..." he murmured, a glimmer of anticipation rising in his heart.

Previously, each time he survived a catastrophic weather event, his safe house would gain a new superpower.

After the wind blade comes insight, after extreme cold comes reflection, after thunderstorm comes teleportation.

This time...

Just then, a familiar voice rang in Wang Wei's ears:

"Successfully survived the fourth phase of the catastrophe, the safe house has gained a new auxiliary ability: Energy Transfer."

Wang Wei's pupils contracted slightly.

Transference?