One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Mwah!"

The old man's eyes were blazing with fury.

He never expected that his carefully laid-out killing move would be a joke in front of this American team, and it was completely broken in less than half a minute!

What did these people eat to grow up like this?!

"Alright, warm-up is over."

William clapped his hands, his smile vanished, and his gaze, sharp as a knife, locked onto the old man in the tree.

"Was that your trump card just now?"

"Now, it's our turn."

Before he could finish speaking...

The mud and water beneath William's feet suddenly exploded!

He instantly covered a distance of tens of meters and appeared directly beneath the tree trunk where the old man was.

A punch was thrown!

"boom!"

The century-old banyan tree, which was as thick as three people could hug, was punched through the middle by William's seemingly casual punch, creating a huge hole!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the big tree collapsed with a crash!

Just a second before the tree trunk broke, the old man leaped into the air.

Looking down at William, who resembled a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The old man knew that in today's battle, there was absolutely no way to escape without fighting desperately!

"The Buddha's relics bear witness! The bodies of fallen soldiers have been used!!!"

The old man, who was in mid-air, let out a shrill roar!

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the dense Buddhist mantras on his chest.

In an instant!

An ancient, heavy, and chilling power, carrying endless bloodshed and slaughter, surged wildly into his body from all directions!

His eyes instantly turned pitch black with no whites.

His originally strong body had mysteriously swelled up even more.

A layer of dark red, like dried blood, appeared on the surface of the skin.

This is the most dangerous move in Myanmar's illegal practices.

He forcibly summoned an ancient soldier's spirit to possess him at the cost of burning ten years of his own lifespan!

In a short period of time, one can gain extremely terrifying power and a fearless fighting instinct!

"kill!!"

The old man, possessed by the spirit of a soldier, let out a low growl that was unlike any human's.

Like a meteorite falling from the sky, he slammed his knees down with tremendous force, directly slamming them down on William below!

"Oh? There are folk magic tricks that can alter the form of living things?"

William did not flinch; instead, his eyes gleamed with even greater excitement.

"Then let's see if your demonic possession is more potent, or my SP potion!"

William stepped back half a step with his right leg and twisted his waist.

Facing the old man who was crashing down, he unleashed a powerful punch!

Boom!!!

Fists and knees collided solidly in mid-air!

A visible white shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them!

The surrounding swamp water was directly blown away by the shockwave, and mud splattered like bullets hitting the tree trunks around them, making a crackling sound!

"Crack!"

The stalemate lasted for less than three seconds.

A piercing sound of bones cracking rang out.

The old man's legs, which had borrowed the power of the ancient soldier's soul, were strangely bent under William's extremely brutal punch!

"Ugh!!"

The old man screamed and was sent flying backward.

It crashed into three large trees before falling heavily into a muddy puddle in the distance.

His chest heaved violently as he vomited large amounts of blood.

Those once jet-black eyes had lost their color due to the severe injury.

The spirit of the soldier possessed him, but it was forcibly shattered!

"The gap... is too big..."

The old man looked at his broken legs in despair, his heart filled with sorrow.

This is not even a battle on the same level!

These Americans' bodies have been technologically transformed into pure monsters!

"team leader!"

Tusa rushed over without hesitation and dragged the old man out of the mud.

Seeing the captain covered in blood and the unconscious Miao, even this feisty girl couldn't help but tremble.

"Run! We have to run!"

Naiweng gripped Tusa's arm tightly, and with his last breath roared:

"Zuo! Cover us! Retreat!!!"

Zuo, who had been hiding in the shadows and in charge of reconnaissance, had red eyes.

He knew this was their only chance to survive.

Zuo clasped his hands together abruptly, gritting his teeth as he chanted the incantation:

"Lin Lingzhao, behold! The fog is rising!"

"Splash splash splash!"

The surrounding primeval rainforest seemed to hear the call.

Countless thick vines, like giant green pythons, burst forth from the soil.

They intertwined to form thick wooden walls, blocking the path in front of the American team.

at the same time.

A thick green mist instantly enveloped the entire swamp.

This completely concealed the figures of Naiweng and the others.

"go!"

Zuo carried the unconscious Miao on his back, while Tusa supported his grandfather.

Four Burmese prodigies, filled with humiliation and resentment.

Without looking back, they plunged into the depths of the thick fog and fled in panic.

Chapter 340 Cruel Elimination! Hey bro, wanna eat some self-heating hot pot?

A thick green fog spread rapidly through the rainforest.

Zuo carried the unconscious Miao, while Tusa supported the old man whose legs were broken.

The four people seemed to be racing against death, scrambling and crawling through waist-deep mud and vines.

"Quick! Go over that earthen slope ahead, there's an underground river!"

"As long as we jump in and follow the current, their instruments won't be able to track our heat source!"

As Zuo gasped for breath, he used his bloodied fingers to push aside the broad leaves blocking his path, his eyes filled with a desperate desire to survive.

Tusa wiped the mud off her face, her eyes red-rimmed.

She looked at her captain, whose face was ashen and who she was carrying on her shoulders, her voice trembling with tears:

"Captain, hang in there! We'll be safe soon!"

The old man leaned weakly against Tusa, each breath causing excruciating pain in his chest and bringing up specks of blood.

As a seasoned captain, he remained silent, his eyes fixed on the fog ahead, while a growing sense of foreboding grew stronger in his heart.

Everything went too smoothly.

Although they used the fog to create distance, their opponent was Behemoth, equipped with the most advanced technology.

How could they have let them run so far without even a single shot being fired?

"Stop!"

Naiweng suddenly let out a hoarse shout and grabbed Tusa's arm.

"Captain? What's wrong? The Dark River is just ahead!" Zuo stopped and turned around, looking puzzled.

The old man did not answer; his eyes, dulled by blood loss, were fixed on the thick fog above the earthen slope.

A series of heavy footsteps pierced through the green mist.

"Tap...tap..."

It felt like stepping on the hearts of all four of them.

Followed by.