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

Those were mountains and seas of corpses, forged in countless battles and fought their way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

"cough……"

Wang Ye supported himself on the ground with one hand, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes filled with horror beneath his dark circles.

He struggled to lift his head and look at the man in heavy armor.

"What...what kind of monster is this...?"

"He exuded an oppressive aura that filled one with despair..."

On the Japanese side, Abe Genji had already lost the strength to resist.

He looked at the man, his voice trembling:

"Yu Ling Shen... that's the god of death from our family's records, who fused swordsmanship and Yin-Yang Dao to their peak five hundred years ago!"

"He alone...once slaughtered ten thousand people in a single night!"

"Ruined……"

Despair was all that remained in Ashiya Ryo's eyes.

These old monsters of that level are simply not someone that young people like them can mess with!

With a simple flick of the wrist, I could crush them.

Just as the Chinese team and the Japanese team were being completely suppressed by this aura.

"Shit! I can't accept this mission!"

William's face was ashen.

Xu Fu was a failure, but these two old monsters who crawled out of their coffins were absolutely freaks among freaks!

Moreover, the other party's goal was very clear: to take the Chinese girl's body.

What does this have to do with the American team?

"Hank! Lucy! Covert retreat!"

William lowered his voice and gave the order without hesitation.

"Let them clean up this mess themselves, and don't attract the attention of those two monsters."

"receive."

The American team members felt like they had been granted a pardon. They crouched down, pressed themselves against the wall, and slowly shuffled backward toward the exit.

Their main strategy is to stay out of trouble and slip away unnoticed.

however.

Just as William took three steps back...

"when!"

A knife crackling with lightning was plunged into the ground less than an inch in front of William's toes!

The blade sank half a foot into the stone slab, sparks flying everywhere!

William jumped in fright and abruptly looked up.

Zhang Chulan had somehow gotten up from the ground.

His behavior was unusual.

His expression was extremely cold, and his eyes were filled with ruthlessness and violence.

Zhang Chulan hunched slightly, his eyes fixed on William.

The dangerous aura emanating from his not-so-tall frame sent a chill down William's spine, even though he was a seasoned captain.

"Everyone."

Zhang Chulan's voice had lost its former liveliness, leaving only a cold, hard edge, like a knife scraping bone:

"Today, we'll be in this main hall."

"Who dares to take that step?"

"I'll chop off his legs first."

William frowned, his face looking very grim.

"Zhang Chulan, have you gone mad?"

"That old monster wants your people, what does that have to do with us Behemoths? Do you want to drag us down with you?"

William's body flashed with blue light, ready to strike at any moment:

"You think you can stop us?!"

"You can give it a try."

Zhang Chulan slowly drew his sword.

He didn't look at the two approaching corpse puppets.

Instead, he stared straight at William and the Japanese players behind him.

"You think I'm joking?"

Zhang Chulan sneered, a deep fear flashing in his clear black and white eyes.

But that fear wasn't directed at the few enemies in front of him.

"You have no idea what Junior Uncle means to my Master."

Zhang Chulan extended the hand holding the knife, pointing it at Chen Duo:

"If something happens to her..."

"My advisor will go crazy."

Zhang Chulan's voice trembled slightly as he took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his trembling.

"If she dies here today."

"I assure you."

Zhang Chulan's gaze swept across William and Abe Genji's faces like an icicle, each word spoken with absolute certainty and cruelty:

"It's not just you."

"The families, influence, and relatives behind you..."

"And everyone on this island."

"They'll all be crushed to death by my advisor!!!"

Zhang Chulan gritted his teeth, the veins on the back of his hand bulging:

"I don't want to see that kind of scene."

"I dare not go back to face the clerk's wrath."

"so!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly raised the watermelon knife and pointed it at everyone:

"None of you are leaving here today!"

"Or, let's join forces and dismantle these two rotten bones!"

"Either we all die here, cleanly and completely!!!"

Dead silence.

Inside the main hall, apart from Zhang Chulan's echoing roar, there was no other sound.

William looked at Zhang Chulan, the veins on the back of his hand holding the dagger bulging.

As the captain of Behemoth, he has always believed in prioritizing profit and avoiding risk.

Running away was an ironclad rule engraved on the first page of their tactics manual.

But at this moment, he couldn't take that half a step.

Zhang Chulan's words were like a poisoned nail, piercing precisely into the deepest fear in his heart.

That man who always wore a white shirt and had a lazy demeanor.

"Fuck..."

William cursed inwardly.

He looked at the communicator on his wrist, which had long since lost its signal, and knew that calling for help was out of the question.

If we really abandon these Chinese people and run away today.

If something happens to that girl.

Given that monster's temperament, it's no exaggeration to say that he'd follow the clues and find his way to Behemoth's headquarters!

That would be a one-sided massacre!

"Madmen! You Chinese are all incomprehensible madmen!"

William roared in exasperation.

But he didn't move any further toward the gate.

He forcefully shoved the dagger back into his waistband, and with a flick of his wrists, blinding blue energy once again spread across his arms.

"Prepare for battle!"

William gritted his teeth, looked at Zhang Chulan, and his face twitched violently:

“I’ll remember this! If I get out of here alive today, I will definitely ask the board for compensation for emotional distress!”

Seeing that the American team had given up on running away.

Zhang Chulan's tense back finally relaxed a little.

He turned his head and looked coldly at the Japanese team on the other side.

Abe Genji had already stood up from the ground.