"Chu Xuan, those warships are closing in on us. And the one closest to us has already started firing shells—is this really alright?" Zhang Heng asked, frowning.

The group was currently standing on a battleship, the Demon Cannon already secured into four small indentations. Aside from needing to adjust the ship's bow direction, their direct front was the Pacific coastline of the United States. All they needed to do was insert the energy stones into the Demon Cannon, and with one deafening blast, the map of the United States would be rendered into a concave shape.

Without waiting for Chu Xuan to speak, Cheng Xiao clapped Zhang Heng on the shoulder. "Relax, relax. Look how far those shells still are from us. Do you really think they can hit us anytime soon? They say too much worry clouds the mind; Zhang Heng, if you fret too much, girls will start to dislike you." As Cheng Xiao spoke, he gestured toward Ming Yanwei, who was leaning weakly against the wall nearby. Due to the excessively long flight time, she, whose physical condition wasn't robust, was already struggling, yet her resolute nature forced her to grit her teeth and endure it. She hadn't let out a single moan during the journey; it was only after dismounting the Green Goblin Skateboard that her complexion turned so poor.

Zhang Heng's face flushed red. He was indeed very worried about Ming Yanwei. As a member of the Reincarnation Squad, he and the others present weren't afraid of mere warships and shells; their strength had reached an impressive level. But Ming Yanwei was different; her strength was only equivalent to that of an ordinary person just entering the Reincarnation World. If this battleship were directly struck by a shell, she might also be caught in the collateral damage of the attack.

Ming Yanwei let out a cold laugh and said nothing more, instead turning her head to look at the Demon Cannon.

The cannon still possessed that bizarre appearance: four inexplicably defined horse legs. A high-tech cannon perched atop these legs—such an image was jarringly awkward. Who would ever imagine that such an unsightly weapon was actually a superweapon capable of wiping out the world?

Chu Xuan filled the Demon Cannon with sufficient energy stones, then gently touched the glasses resting on his face, gazing through them toward the outline of the distant continent.

Wang Xia quipped from the side, "Have you completely refitted those glasses already? Can they function like the combat goggles in those sci-fi movies, able to tag the enemy's location, strength, and so on?"

"Uh... yes."

"...Uh? Yes? Are you kidding me!" Cheng Xiao roared in astonishment. "Are you actually Doraemon? You even managed to completely overhaul those glasses..."

Chu Xuan paid him no mind, intent on manipulating some buttons on the Demon Cannon. A few seconds later, he finally turned back to the other members. "Begin..."

"Boom!"

"...The above is a report transmitted from the American side two hours ago. In the area east of San Francisco, stretching to the edge of Nevada, that vast region has completely sunk into the deep sea. The current affected area has already penetrated as far as Mount Jefferson in Nevada. The preliminary estimated death toll is around one million people..."

This was the intelligence Zheng Zha had obtained from the high command of the Kuomintang faction. Because he learned from Ling Dian that a silver metallic shard was in the possession of the Kuomintang, and harboring concerns about Chu Xuan and the others' actions in America, he had quickly contacted them. The news he received confirmed that the map of the United States had indeed collapsed inward. However, what puzzled him was that the intelligence also mentioned that Chu Xuan and his group's trajectories had actually split apart: Chu Xuan continued deeper into the American mainland, Wang Xia headed toward South America, Cheng Xiao moved toward the UK/Germany/France region of Europe. And Zhang Heng was moving toward the Soviet Union—this completely baffled Zheng Zha. After all, there was only one Demon Cannon; did they somehow manufacture two extra ones? But there was only one Ring of the Lord...

"Regardless, the current situation is clear enough. We have become the demonic role models of this world. Never in human history has there been such vile power users as us. Some groups may have massacred millions, but to directly sink land like this, to fundamentally alter the appearance of a nation's territory—perhaps only we have done that in all of human history," Zheng Zha said with a wry smile to the others.

Seated before him were Ling Dian, Zhao Yingkong, Qi Tengyi, Liu Yu, Imhotep, Ansuona, and Jonathan—eight people in total. When Zheng Zha had just awakened, he happened to witness Ling Dian struggling fiercely. Through ultra-long-range sniping, Ling Dian had been protecting him and the others for the past few days. But the existence of the Yellow Turban Warriors was truly bizarre; their strength had more than doubled in these few days, and their pursuit speed now surpassed Ling Dian's speed for instantly killing all the Yellow Turban Warriors. Each time, Ling Dian could only escape by engaging the Green Goblin Skateboard's electrical thrust speed and firing the Gauss sniper rifle without aiming, relying entirely on blind shots, managing to hold them off for the initial encounters.

But with Zheng Zha’s awakening this time, escape was no longer certain. The speed of the electrical thrust system was indeed faster than the movement speed of the Yellow Turban Warriors, but their flash speed was far quicker than the thrust system's velocity. Ling Dian had narrowly avoided being struck several times, surviving only thanks to the dodging instincts awakened after unlocking his gene lock. Zheng Zha's awakening saved him; even with this massive enhancement, the Yellow Turban Warriors seemed fragile before him, easily destroyed on the spot by Zheng Zha.

Simultaneously with Zheng Zha's awakening, Zhao Yingkong also awoke from her dream state. She remained that silent little girl—taciturn, quiet, with an icy, beautiful face. She was completely unchanged, yet only Zheng Zha knew everything that had transpired with her. That battle had undoubtedly been her deepest nightmare. A closest sister, a beloved man, a group of companions who stood by her—all of it vanished in that single conflict. All that remained were the scars etched into her heart, and the self that had passed away...

Yes, the Zhao Yingkong strong enough to challenge Zheng Zha, the true genius assassin Zhao Yingkong, was gone. More accurately, that personality had vanished. Because the immense pain, remorse, regret, and unwillingness—all of it—was too much for her to bear. Coincidentally, Zhao Ruikong had used her super-psychic powers to erase her memories and seal her strength. Taking advantage of this opportunity, her sense of self had fallen into dormancy along with the seal. What appeared before everyone afterward was this created second personality: a cold little girl who made no attempt to seek companionship...

(Before the positive and negative personalities switched, can the primary personality not appear before us? Why does this feel like she's evading something? Putting on these glasses allows the primary personality to appear for five minutes. It will take about one or two years for the positive and negative personalities to merge... I rather think she is trying to settle things with Zhao Zhuikong, and then she can leave this world without worry. Has that girl lost all meaning in living?)

Zheng Zha sighed, and his gaze toward Zhao Yingkong instantly softened. When the little girl inadvertently caught his look, her pretty face flushed, and she involuntarily turned her head away.

"...Zheng Zha?" Ling Dian's voice suddenly cut through Zheng Zha's inexplicable reverie.

Zheng Zha quickly slapped his own face. "What is it?" he asked.

Ling Dian was not annoyed. He continued, "I was asking, what level has your strength reached? Because I have a deep understanding of the power level of these Yellow Turban Warriors, but I watched you rush over, swing your blade once, and instantly finish off two enhanced Yellow Turban Warriors. As the captain, I need to know the extent of your current power."

Zheng Zha stammered a few times. He pondered for a moment before replying, "That's actually a difficult question to answer. To be honest, it's because the Tiger Soul Blade is precisely the sharp weapon that counters the Yellow Turban Warriors. If it were a head-on fight, I believe... it should still be manageable enough to finish them off easily..."

Zheng Zha gave a wry smile, touching his face. "My current strength is roughly equivalent to that of the copy of myself. Of course, this is just my personal speculation. First, I don't know how strong the copy truly is. Second, there hasn't been any situation requiring me to exert my full power, so I don't know my own limit. But it can be generally asserted... if we encounter the Celestial Squad again—I mean the ones from the Ring mission—as long as Chu Xuan's strategic mind matches Adam's, I alone would be enough to wipe them all out!"

Ling Dian's temperament was steady; he merely hummed "Oh." But Qi Tengyi next to him exclaimed in shock, and even Zhao Yingkong glanced at him a few extra times. Only Liu Yu remained somewhat confused, not fully grasping the situation. However, given Zheng Zha's character, if he could utter such words aloud, they were likely not far from the truth.

"It's just... thinking about it carefully, my strength probably still can't match the copy of myself."

Zheng Zha said with a wry smile, "Because my combat techniques are all based on fighting to the death—'Explosion' is, 'Destruction' is, 'Submerged Dragon Transformation' is, even that anticipated move... In short, the copy's combat techniques should be fundamentally different from mine. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold back while fighting the entire Celestial Squad. I can't do that; it's either the opponent is completely annihilated, or I fight to the death. It's only one of two choices. So, I might still be a long way from him..."

As he spoke, the silver metallic shard on Zheng Zha suddenly chimed, indicating a communication. He immediately opened the shard, and his expression shifted several times, finally settling into one of intense delight.

"The final Buddha statue component has been found, in the Soviet Union..."