Rumble, rumble!
The Howling Bug sensed a deadly threat and instinctively tried to retreat underground with its massive body.
But it was too late.
Qin Shi’s figure blurred, as if fras were extracted from a picture, and vanished instantly.
By the ti his crisp military uniform ca into focus, he was already above the Howling Bug.
The descending figure and the virtual pressing giant palm landed simultaneously!
Sizzle——
The black spikes shooting upwards shattered like fragile glass upon contact with the phantom of the platinum giant palm, and then were annihilated!
The piercing ntal scream from the Howling Bug had no effect, crushed by the torrent of Qin Shi’s will!
Ti seed elongated and slowed countless tis, the ultimate pure real power firmly locking onto the disaster Third Degree Follower that ambushed the convoy.
Bang!
The entire space erupted with a dull roar, as if being compressed by a heavy object.
The Howling Bug trembled violently, like a fly sealed in amber, completely losing its ability to resist.
The platinum giant palm landed right in the center of the forehead covered with pustules and Howling Faces, without explosion, without blood splatter.
The massive body of this disaster Third Degree Follower collapsed downward like a sandcastle thrust into a shredder, silently and without a trace.
That ultimate pure real power penetrated downwards!
Crack, crack!
An eerie cracking sound echoed.
Cracks spread across the Howling Bug in an instant, quickly from top to bottom!
This Follower creature couldn’t even utter a final wail, its mountain-like enormous body collapsing internally!
Snap!
Like a carbonized blood-and-flesh polyr, at the mont Qin Shi stepped on the Howling Bug’s forehead.
The enormous body collapsed directly, dissipating into scattered black ashes.
The roaring air current swept over, the ashes fell like black snow on the bewildered soldiers’ shoulders.
"Is this the combat power of the number one on the western front..."
The convoy commander swallowed hard, his gaze almost dazed.
Knowing soone’s strength is one thing, witnessing soone’s strength firsthand is another.
A disaster Third Degree Follower, as long as it’s not moving in packs, is actually not much of a threat.
Any well-ard, well-supplied battalion-level unit can handle it.
But in the case of individual-level direct encounters.
Even those who have stepped into the Specialized Domain have to go through a tough battle.
The escorting Lieutenant Qin achieved an insta-kill with rely one move.
From leaping from the airship to stepping on and shattering the Howling Bug, the whole process took less than three seconds.
Everyone’s gaze collectively turned to the crisp military uniform, admiration welling up in their eyes.
The suddenly appearing Howling Bug was already gone, leaving only a giant crater and a montarily "purified" airspace.
The ntal pollution tornting the soldiers dissipated along with the Follower creature’s death.
"Not even enough for a warm-up."
Qin Shi stood in the center of the crater, the edges smooth like glass.
The ground under his military boots emitted a slight heat as he slowly retracted his palm, the platinum brand on his brow disappeared.
"Boring."
Qin Shi looked up, a bit disappointed.
Using the paths of Old He and Old Qi, he combined martial arts and spiritual ability paths to forge his own "real" way, with combat power surging like a bull market stock, showing unstoppable montum.
A re disaster Third Degree Follower didn’t even have a chance to withstand one move head-on.
"If the Blood River Typhon reappears, perhaps... I might have a chance."
The Kirov airship slowly descended its altitude, and the side hatch opened to lower the ladder.
Qin Shi leapt up, gripping the ladder with one hand, and nimbly returned to the cabin.
"Boss, there was no need for you to act against the Howling Bug, the convoy’s firepower was enough to handle it."
Long Qiuyuan closed the hatch, isolating the complex gazes and scattered ashes below.
"Minimizing soldier casualties is also a duty of a commanding officer.
My ’continuation’ is sufficient."
Qin Shi understood the aning behind Long Qiuyuan’s words; individuals like him, who directly confront disaster Fourth Degrees, hold extrely high strategic value.
According to the command’s conventional strategy, they won’t be easily used to save on military resource consumption.
"The Howling Bug, a low-class Follower of disaster Third Degree, usually exists as a companion thrall group of upper races.
There’s no apparent social structure among individuals, but they can form groups driven by regionally strong pollution sources or ntal commands..."
Yeh Xiaotang sighed:
"Boss, you could leave an intact corpse next ti. Samples of Howling Bug pollution, and extracted pheromones, are valuable.
Could almost be worth half a tank of fuel for an hour’s flight on the Kirov airship."
"I’ll keep that in mind next ti."
Qin Shi shrugged, he absorbed all the supplied military resources from the western command in one go, with life force growth rapidly.
Even with the [Super Stomach] for digestion and conversion, the surging energy stream filled every cell in his body.
Making it impossible for him to control each trace of power as finely as before.
This was also why Qin Shi wouldn’t let even disaster Third Degree Followers go and personally stepped in.
He needed to continuously fight to firmly establish his foothold in the Professional Fourth Rank Late Stage.
"Mission continuation."
Long Qiuyuan’s voice transmitted on the open communication channel.
As the Kirov airship ascended to escort altitude, the convoy below seed to awaken from a dream.
The commander, with reverence, said: "Thank you, Lieutenant Qin! Convoy... continue forward! Target ’Anvil Outpost’!"
...
...
"Finally arrived!"
After three days of round-the-clock travel, the convoy reached Anvil Outpost.
It was a defensive stronghold hastily built relying on a half-collapsed alloy shelter, with rough outer works, and the air pollution density was pungently high.
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