The Terrifying Hunting Squad!

[The ten-minute countdown has ended. Transmission begins.]

Accompanied by the cold pronouncement of the Sky Screen, three dazzling pillars of light vanished into thin air from the Douluo Continent.

When Dai Mubai opened his eyes again, a gale mixed with the pungent stench of machine oil and blood rushed into his nose and mouth, causing him to cough repeatedly.

He scanned his surroundings vigilantly.

What met his eyes was a desolate and ruined heavy industrial site.

Beneath his feet lay cracked, blackened asphalt, and by the roadside, over a dozen thick steel utility poles had toppled over, wrapped in mutated vines as thick as a human thigh.

Not far away stood a massive factory building that had largely collapsed, its rusted steel trusses piercing the sky.

After taking in his surroundings, Dai Mubai couldn't help but spit on the ground.

"Damn it, I was actually transmitted to the wilderness instead of an urban area..."

According to his plan, if he had been transmitted directly into an urban area, he would have followed the experience of Wang Er from the light screen and claimed to be a refugee.

The wilderness was teeming with monsters; he could be swarmed at any moment, or worse, end up like Yu Tianheng, dying in the crossfire of a War General Class powerhouse.

As long as he could blend into an urban area, he would be safe for the time being, and he would have enough confidence to survive in this perilous world for a year.

"For now, the top priority is to find a city and sneak inside."

Dai Mubai's goal was clear.

Get into the city, ensure his survival, and then rely on the physical strength granted by his Martial Soul Avatar to slowly explore this world, searching for heavenly treasures and high-level cultivation techniques to bring back to the Douluo Continent.

"The gravity here is so intense."

As he moved his body slightly, Dai Mubai noticed the anomaly.

Unlike the Douluo Continent, the gravity in this world was significantly stronger. The most direct sensation was that his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead, and even breathing had become somewhat laborious.

"White Tiger, Avatar!"

Dai Mubai let out a loud shout, his feet slamming into the ground as his formidable soul power erupted instantly.

Accompanied by a deafening tiger roar, the bones in Dai Mubai's body popped and cracked. His already tall frame expanded further, his golden hair instantly turned black and white, and a clear "King" character emerged on his forehead.

Two yellow and one purple, three dazzling soul rings rose from beneath his feet, rhythmically circling his body.

A pressure belonging to the king of all beasts, characteristic of a top-tier beast Martial Soul, radiated outward.

"White Tiger Vajra Transformation allows my defense and attack power to increase exponentially. As long as I don't run into those monsters that can fly, even if I can't win, I can definitely get away!"

He dared not be the least bit careless. Maintaining his White Tiger Avatar state, he cautiously moved forward along the abandoned street, attempting to find a safe hiding spot.

Suddenly.

"BOOM--!"

A deafening explosion erupted from behind the factory ruins a few hundred meters away.

The sound made Dai Mubai's eardrums ache, and the ground beneath his feet shook violently.

Immediately following, a dense barrage of gunfire erupted, accompanied by the shrill, savage roars of beasts.

Dai Mubai's heart skipped a beat. He quickly lowered his body, using the cover of several wrecked cars by the roadside to sneak toward the edge of the factory.

He poked half his head out, peering through a gap in the shattered brick wall toward the front.

After just one look, Dai Mubai's evil, double-pupiled eyes instantly contracted to the size of pinpricks.

At the edge of his vision.

Five humans clad in streamlined alloy armor were locked in a brutal fight with a group of terrifying monsters that looked like wolves but were the size of elephants.

What made Dai Mubai's scalp tingle wasn't the hideous appearance of the monsters.

It was the combat style of those five humans.

One burly man, without using any Martial Soul, simply held a massive, exaggerated six-barreled heavy Vulcan cannon in his hands.

"RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!"

The barrels spat out tongues of scorching fire nearly a meter long, and countless armor-piercing bullets swept out like a metal storm, tearing the dozen monsters at the front into a rain of flesh and blood, pulverizing even their tough bones into powder.

Another human warrior wielding a heavy battle-axe made Dai Mubai feel a sense of suffocation.

He watched as the warrior suddenly kicked off the ground.

With a muffled bang!

The thick reinforced concrete road was shattered, collapsing into a large crater.

The warrior was like a cannonball fired from a barrel; without the aid of any flight soul skills, he relied solely on pure physical explosive power to leap over thirty meters into the air.

Mid-air, he engaged his core, gripped the alloy handle of the battle-axe with both hands, and swung down at a giant wolf below with the terrifying momentum of a mountain-splitting strike.

Even the air was cleaved by the axe, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

Then, the gunfire fell silent.

The thick smell of gunpowder mixed with the stench of monster blood drifted through the wind.

Dai Mubai hid behind a collapsed concrete load-bearing wall, maintaining his White Tiger Martial Soul state, his muscles taut and not daring to even draw a full breath.

In just these few short minutes, he had witnessed the hunting process of the five-man squad ahead with his own eyes.

It was no exaggeration to say that this battle was a completely one-sided slaughter.

Those massive, thick-skinned monsters were like chickens or sheep being butchered in the face of the coordinated efforts of these human martial artists!

Dai Mubai silently evaluated his own strength in his heart.

Always proud and arrogant, a bitter smile now tugged at the corners of his mouth.

He had to admit a reality.

Any single person picked from that five-man squad ahead could easily cut him, a level 37 Battle Soul Grandmaster, down from his horse.

The burly man wielding the heavy battle axe went without saying; based solely on the raw physical strength required to leap over thirty meters into the air, if he were even grazed by that axe, he would be torn to shreds instantly.

The man holding the Six-Barrel Vulcan Cannon was equally terrifying; the torrent of metal pouring out was simply not something that could be resisted by soul power protection.

However, what made Dai Mubai feel the most uneasy was not these two hulking figures.

His gaze crossed the ruins and landed on a black-haired youth at the edge of the squad. The youth had barely spoken from start to finish, holding a battle saber loosely in his hand. His figure was not particularly burly, even appearing somewhat thin, yet he spent the entire time silently swinging his blade and decapitating enemies.

A silent slaughter.

But his efficiency was no lower than that of the two hulking men!

Possessing a top-tier beast Martial Soul, Dai Mubai's sensory abilities far exceeded those of ordinary people.

Relying on the animal instinct brought by his White Tiger Martial Soul, he keenly sensed that this black-haired youth was the most dangerous existence in the entire team.

Soon, the surrounding monsters were all cleared out by the squad.

The ground was littered with remains.

And just then, the reticent black-haired youth turned his gaze toward Dai Mubai's direction.

It was as if he had looked straight through the reinforced concrete to see exactly where he was.

"Who's there?!"