“Jin Wujiu! Jin Wujiu, what the hell are you doing?!” The battered elder brother shouted as he ran. “If we die, how are you going to answer to Lei Yaoxing? How is Lei Yaoxing going to answer to River City? What the hell are you thinking?!”

Jin Wujiu remained silent, giving no reply. He was drenched in cold sweat, frozen in place. Several times, he tried to lift his hand, but the chilling sense coiling deep into his bones only grew clearer. Instinct told him that once he stepped in, he would die. This would absolutely result in death!

Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die! Die!

After just a few minutes, the team that should have been capable of sweeping away the remnants of Chen Xingzhou’s forces, while also carrying out additional missions and responsibilities, had been completely wiped out in this unremarkable ruin.

He found this strange and abnormal.

Amid the distant howls of the dying Centaur, the Cannibal Brothers roared hoarsely, finally causing a twitch at the corner of Jin Wujiu’s eye. No matter what, he could not go inside, but he wouldn’t be able to explain it to the authorities in River City if he watched the Cannibal Brothers die here.

Fully vigilant, Jin Wujiu finally gritted his teeth and raised one finger, pointing toward the sky.

Above the heavily clouded heavens, thunder echoed fiercely. Lightning raced and tangled, then crashed down toward the earth, transforming...