Even while they were still in midair, their limbs began to twist, their bones cracked, and blood sprayed everywhere. Then their corpses fell like dumplings from the sky, landing with dull thuds.
Chen Shouyi continued striding forward.
For anyone, it was a despairing experience to watch a giant who was impervious to guns and cannons, 24 meters tall—about as high as an eight-story building—and as imposing as a demon god, march toward them.
Screams and cries echoed through the city.
Everyone ran around like headless flies, wishing their parents had given them a few more legs.
Boom!
The six-meter-high wall was crushed beneath his foot.
He stopped. These people were already a pack of beaten dogs, their minds utterly shattered.
Then he headed for another city, more than a hundred kilometers away.
Half an hour later, multinational forces entered the city.
They faced almost no attacks from start to finish. Whenever the cultists saw the troops, they trembled all over like children who had been separated from their mother for years and finally found her again, tears of excitement and joy streaming down their faces.
In just a few hours, the troops had smoothly taken control of the city.
Every cultist cooperated wholeheartedly.
"This is the easiest battle we've had since arriving in Yanzhou. It would've been perfect if there'd been flowers and applause, too." A white officer looked at the enormous footprints outside the city, each five meters long and three meters deep. He tried to appear relaxed, but could only manage a stiff smile.
"They're terrified. Maybe this experience will haunt them for the rest of their lives. But if we were in their shoes, I doubt we'd fare much better." Another white officer spoke with a grave expression, filled with awe.
He had experienced a war against