Wang Bing stood with Chu Fei atop the lead armored vehicle. The vehicle's tracks crushed the gravel beneath them, leaving deep marks across the earth.
Under the blazing sixty-degree heat and the glaring sun, the direct-exposure temperature had already exceeded eighty degrees. Chu Fei swept his senses across the surroundings and "saw" soldiers who seemed forged from steel, filling him with admiration.
Every soldier had a Cultivation Level of at least 10.0, obeying orders without question.
Such an army gave Chu Fei an indescribable sense of danger.
Chu Fei vaguely felt that when he had faced the seven 13.0 experts from the Spark Mutual Aid Society, if those seven had been like these soldiers, he would probably have had to run.
The greatest difference between soldiers and ordinary people was this—when ordinary people faced danger, they scattered and abandoned their friends; elite soldiers usually went, "I'll block the gunfire. You guys hurry up and take this bastard down."
While Chu Fei was still letting his thoughts wander, Wang Bing spoke. "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Chu Fei said, "I was awed by the general's army. It's my first time seeing such a formidable force."
"Haha, even though I know you're talking nonsense, I'm still happy to hear it."
Chu Fei: ...
Wang Bing asked, "You said you've encountered lifeforms similar to Ghostly Apparitions before?"
"Many of them. I killed quite a few too. These methods of mine came from experience bought with the lives of countless similar creatures."
Wang Bing nodded slightly, his tone turning more serious. "If we can get through this without losing a single soldier, I'll owe you a favor."
Chu Fei looked at Wang Bing in surprise.
Wang Bing said quietly, "If you choose a profession, you have to love it. Once you become a soldier,