A bizarre resurrection: I, Yang Jian, am bound by a contract with the school beauty!

The members of the "Godslayer" team returned to their thoughts.

They blinked blankly.

I felt a momentary blankness in my mind.

What happened?

They could feel the cold raindrops dripping onto their faces and necks.

But oddly enough.

Their bodies, however, still seemed to be bound by countless invisible chains.

They stood frozen in place, unable to move an inch!

Even thinking.

They all became incredibly sluggish!

What terrified them the most was...

The golden bullet fired by Captain Cobra, which was supposed to pierce Li Yao's head, was now strangely suspended in mid-air!

It was less than a millimeter away from the target's brow!

But it's just that tiny millimeter.

It seemed as if there was a world, an abyss, separating it from everything else, preventing it from advancing even an inch further!

What kind of power is this?!

Just for everyone.

They were all plunged into immense shock and fear.

A figure.

Without warning, he slowly walked out from behind Li Yao.

He just appeared out of thin air.

It was as if I had always been standing there, or as if I had stepped into this real world from another dimension.

He was wearing a plain black jacket.

He wasn't particularly tall or muscular.

But the moment he appeared.

Everyone present felt an indescribable tremor emanating from the depths of their souls!

as if.

They were not facing one person.

It is a single entity.

A deity walking among humans!

The figure ignored the nine immobilized "Godslayer" team members around him and calmly extended two fingers.

Index finger and middle finger.

then.

With an incredibly casual and relaxed demeanor.

Gently.

It caught the golden bullet that was suspended in mid-air.

Just like that.

I plucked a leaf that had fallen from the sky.

He held the bullet to his eyes.

He glanced at it, seemed to find it somewhat uninteresting, and casually tossed it on the ground.

Clang!

The crisp metallic clanging sound was particularly jarring in the deathly silent park.

And just as that crisp sound rang out...

The invisible force that had bound everyone's bodies completely dissipated.

The members of "Godslayers" regained control of their bodies.

Inside the Kyushu Command Center.

The moment that familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared on the big screen.

The entire command center.

First, a deathly silence fell.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the screen, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

immediately.

A surge of overwhelming joy, ten or even a hundred times more intense than when Li Yao dealt with the "ghostly shadow," erupted suddenly!

"It's...it's him!"

"Yang Jian! It's Yang Jian!"

"He...how could he...he actually came to the real world!"

The person in charge was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

He gripped the shoulder of a staff member next to him so tightly that his nails dug deep into the other person's flesh, but he was completely unaware of it!

despair!

Just a moment ago.

Everyone has fallen into the deepest despair!

They watched helplessly as their last hope was about to be ruthlessly crushed by the enemy!

That kind of pain, that kind of resentment.

It's enough to completely crush even the strongest will!

And now!

Right in this darkest, most desperate moment!

A new dawn.

It tore through the darkness and descended in a way they could never have imagined!

Yang Jian!

This mysterious and powerful man, who only existed in the bizarre dungeon, has actually come to the real world!

He answered Li Yao's call!

in the park.

Yang Jian appeared suddenly.

He ignored the "Godslayer" team members around him who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy and whose faces were filled with horror.

He simply turned around quietly.

He glanced at the woman kneeling behind him, looking at him with an incredibly complex expression.

Li Yao's lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

Yang Jian simply nodded slightly to her, his eyes carrying a hint of barely perceptible approval.

Then.

He then turned back.

His gaze swept over the remaining ten assassins from the United States.

His gaze was calm.

There was no anger, no murderous intent, not even the slightest ripple.

It's like looking at ten roadside stones, ten eyesores of ants.

But it was precisely this tranquility.

This indifference.

But it made Cobra and the others feel a chill that was more terrifying than death itself!

"Who...who are you?!"

Despite his fear, the cobra barked a fierce but weak question.

The golden pistol in his hand was still pointed firmly at Yang Jian.

But his arm.

Yet it trembled slightly, uncontrollably.

Yang Jian did not answer his question.

He simply looked at the ten people in front of him, and then, in a tone so calm it was almost like stating a fact, he slowly began to speak.

I said…

His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear and reached the ears of everyone present.

The person before me is plagued by illness.

Voice.

The instant it fell.

An unbelievable and utterly terrifying scene unfolded!

"Ugh—!"

The cobra standing at the very front suddenly let out a piercing scream!

He suddenly clutched his chest.

As if gripped tightly by an invisible hand, he curled up in pain!

His heart.

At this moment, it beats and squeezes wildly at an abnormal frequency!

Acute myocardial infarction!

and.

It has the highest mortality rate and the fastest onset!

"Cough...cough cough cough!"

One of his teammates suddenly started coughing violently.

Taking big gulps.

A viscous liquid mixed with black blood clots gushed from his mouth!

His lungs.

In just one second, it completely fibroseed and died!

Acute lung failure!

"My face! Oh! My face!"

Another team member let out a terrified scream.

All I could see was his face.

On the arm.

All the exposed skin began to ulcerate at a visible speed, growing patches of hideous, terrifying, purplish-black spots!

It's the plague!

Black Death!

This ancient plague, which had long been eradicated in modern society, suddenly appeared on his body out of nowhere!

Followed by.

Brain cancer!

leukemia!

Uremia!

Ebola virus!

All sorts of the most terrifying and deadliest diseases in the history of human medicine.

At this moment.

Like a curse from the gods, it descended upon these ten "Godslayer" team members!

"ah--!"

Screams rose and fell.

In the park where the rain never stopped, the most mournful and desperate symphony of death was composed!

They are "god-killers".

It is the United States, the beacon of light, that has expended countless resources.

These are the most advanced killing machines, created through the most rigorous training, the most brutal elimination processes, and even by incorporating national resources!

Their bodies, forged through countless trials, have long surpassed the limits of human capability.

Their will.

Like steel, it is indestructible.

They can walk through a hail of bullets without flinching, lie in wait for weeks on an ice field at minus fifty degrees Celsius, and endure pain and torment that no mortal can imagine!