The Central Asian man, who had been laughing wildly, suddenly felt a chill in his heart. In that hazy moment, he seemed to sense a powerful malice descending upon him.
In this weather, with the temperature over thirty degrees, he no longer felt the scorching heat. Instead, his whole body turned cold, and the hairs on his neck stood on end.
"May the God of Light protect us! Alepamus, what's wrong?" his companion asked, noticing his reaction.
"I... I'm fine!" Alepamus felt a little dizzy, but forced himself to look composed. He was the Lord's fearless warrior, not some cowardly weakling.
"You might have heatstroke. Lie down, quick."
"I said I... I'm fine!" Alepamus replied impatiently. A little heatstroke couldn't knock him down. But just then, an even stronger malice surged toward him. His vision suddenly went black, and his powerful body slowly toppled over.
"Alepamus!"
"Alepamus, may the God of Light protect you! Wake up, quick!"
It seemed as if countless indistinct voices were calling out in his ears.
Alepamus struggled to regain consciousness, but his body was as motionless as if trapped in a nightmare. His awareness grew hazier and hazier, plunging into an endless abyss. At the moment he was about to cross into death, he seemed to glimpse a terrifying figure wreathed in black mist.
Inside the jeep.
"Verbal provocation like that is meaningless!" The officer, worried that Chief Chen might take the taunts to heart, kept patiently urging him:
"The soldiers on the front line face this countless times every day. As long as they don't cross the line, just pretend you didn't hear a thing."
"As long as we keep the opposing military forces tied down, we'll have achieved our strategic objective."
Chen Shouyi came back to himself. "What did you say just now?"