That night, Chen Shouyi entered the Book of Knowledge's space. After killing the giant, he found that aside from the World Tree growing another foot taller, there were no obvious changes.
He didn't mind.
He'd gained so much this time. How could he still greedily demand more?
His brand-new Control Atmosphere ability was more than enough to take his combat strength to the next level.
After leaving the space, he took off his shirt and began practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Hardening.
Recently, the cities near Dongning had suffered one terrorist attack after another. Chen Shouyi had a vague, ominous premonition that the purpose behind these attacks was clearly not so simple.
There probably weren't many legendary powerhouses, even among the Gods of Hunting. Losing one would be a tremendous blow.
Could it be...
It had already been half a year since the battle during the last descent of the true God of Hunting. After so long, it had probably built up its strength again and was once more itching to make a move.
I'm afraid it won't be long before a great battle comes! His heart was heavy. If possible, I should leave here as soon as I can!
He didn't want to face a true God who hated him to the bone—or be confronted with the boundless radiance of a nuclear bomb.
The next morning.
A light snowfall in the early hours had dressed the city in a blanket of white.
Winter had arrived!
Wearing a thin military uniform, Chen Shouyi patrolled with several military martial artists. Their combat boots crunched through the snow.
"Were the barbarians active last night?" Chen Shouyi asked one of the military martial artists beside him.
"No!" The martial artist hurriedly replied with respect. "They've probably gone into hiding!"
Chen Shouyi nodded and