"Requesting Monthly Votes" …… "Go." After eliminating these six individuals, Ye Chen swiftly dealt with the ten who had deactivated their Superman states. Completing these actions without a word, he took the lead, sprinting toward the location where Xu Tianguo and the others were observing.

He was certain there were ambushes awaiting them, though pinpointing their exact locations was impossible; escape was the only option. Ye Chen reached Xu Tianguo and the other man, grasping each under an armpit, and broke into a full sprint toward the distance.

Bai Long and the others quickly scooped up the remaining seven or eight ordinary men and followed closely behind. Mo Feng, lagging at the rear as he hadn't activated his Superman mode, couldn't match the pace of Ye Chen and the others, forcing the group to slow down.

Bai Long, running the fastest, managed to ferry the seven or eight civilians back to the Base City in four separate trips before returning to run alongside Ye Chen and the rest toward the wilderness. Although randomly killing people within the Base City was prohibited, offenses like forced murder typically resulted only in temporary detention, a fine deposit, or release through internal connections—such is the power of influence.

Consequently, offending a force like the Dragon Ascent Guild meant they could rely on no protection from the Base City; they only had themselves. The sky churned with dark clouds, and suddenly, a torrential downpour erupted, soaking the leather armor on their bodies.

Rain streamed down their hair and faces, washing the spilled blood on the ground clean. They dashed between the ruined high-rises.

Soon, everyone’s Superman states reached their breaking point, and they deactivated the mode, relying on their base physical conditioning to run. Not long after, Ye Chen suddenly frowned, handed Xu Tianguo and Huang Tianci over to Bai Long, and knelt close to the ground.

Amidst the steady drumming of the rain, he discerned the distinct sounds of numerous hurried footsteps rushing toward them; clearly, the pursuers were numerous. "They've caught up," Ye Chen's voice held a faint trace of killing intent.

Mo Feng’s expression was placid. His eyes snapped open, and two beams of light erupted from them.

His skin darkened slightly, his teeth elongated by a few millimeters, a pair of fuzzy, brownish-tan ears sprouted from his head, and his eyes turned pure black, gleaming with cold light. His ears functioned like a radar, receiving every nearby sound.

"Forty-five degrees behind us, ten of them in total. They are fast, closing in on us in about 15 seconds," Mo Feng stated calmly.

Bai Long frowned. "How did they know we ran this way?" "Most likely, they have a Superman skilled in tracking and detection, similar to Mo Feng," Yue Heng mused.

"There are ten of them, and we only have Mo Feng. What do we do now?" Ye Chen said nothing.

With a thought, he opened his Rune Space. The Silver Mecha Warrior stepped out, its magnificent 15-meter-tall body appearing before Bai Long and the others.

Though prepared, Bai Long and the others were still shaken by the sight of the Silver Mecha Warrior. In contrast, Huang Tianci and Xu Tianguo beside them nearly bulged their eyes out, their jaws dropping in utter stupefaction.

They had seen these mecha warriors in the city before; passing by them always evoked feelings of awe, terror, and self-diminution. They never imagined such a terrifyingly strong entity could emerge from the world controlled by Ye Chen.

"Master," the Silver Mecha Warrior intoned quietly, already recognizing Ye Chen as its sovereign. Ye Chen nodded.

"Wait nearby. Act only when required." "Yes." The Silver Mecha Warrior dipped its head and lumbered behind a nearby structure to sit.

Its massive frame created booming sounds with every movement, making Xu Tianguo and Huang Tianci tremble with fear. Seeing that Ye Chen carried the Silver Mecha Warrior with him, Bai Long and the others felt somewhat speechless but immensely relieved.

With a Silver-grade Mecha Warrior present, even if the pursuers included the strength-specialized Ant Superman Warriors, they would be insignificant fodder. Just then, ten figures dashed out of the distant rain curtain, soaked by the downpour.

They quickly arrived before Ye Chen and his group. Because the Silver Mecha Warrior was seated behind the structure and its metallic composition emitted no scent or sound, the ten pursuers failed to see it; had they done so, they would have immediately turned tail and fled.

Bai Long, Yue Heng, and Zhuge Fan positioned themselves with Xu Tianguo and Huang Tianci a short distance away. Ye Chen and Mo Feng stood shoulder-to-shoulder, calmly facing the ten figures.

Ye Chen focused his gaze: all ten had savage faces, elongated claws, and their upper and lower jaws exposed their teeth. Their faces were covered in thick fur, resembling wolves under the moonlight.

Werewolf Superman Warrior: Tier One: Strength increased by 5x, Vision increased by 2x, Hearing increased by 2x, Neural Response increased by 5x, Strength increased by 5x, Cell Vitality increased by 2x, Body Hardness increased by 5x. Special Talent: Acute Sense of Smell; Constitution doubles during a full moon.

"Heh," one of the leading werewolf men sneered. "Indeed, you have one person here who hasn't activated their Superman state.

But relying on sheer numbers alone, it’s best you commit suicide." The ring on Ye Chen's hand transformed into a blood-red battle saber and settled in his grasp. He stared coolly at the ten werewolf Supermen, his mind utterly settled.

With an icy expression, he declared, "Even without a Superman state, I can still kill you." Mo Feng beside him said nothing. With a flicker of movement, he dashed out first, incredibly fast.

"Get him!" the leading werewolf man roared, and two werewolf warriors lunged at Mo Feng, employing their combat skills to engage and hold him back. The rest sneered and charged toward Ye Chen and Bai Long's group nearby.

Two werewolf warriors advanced on Ye Chen with menacing grins; one wielded a crescent moon blade, and the other a long spear, attacking Ye Chen from both sides simultaneously. "Die!" the man with the curved blade slashed down, a smile playing on his lips.

Ye Chen glanced at him coldly, shifted his body slightly to evade, and channeled his internal strength into the blood-red battle saber. Employing the first layer of the Heavenly Soaring Movement technique, his figure darted like a phantom to a spot three feet away.

The blood-red saber sliced diagonally with a wet thwack, severing the curved blade in two and hacking off the man's sword-wielding arm. The broken saber pieces clattered onto the ground with a crisp sound.

Only then did the sharp pain travel through the man's nerves to his brain, illustrating the saber’s terrifying sharpness. He screamed, looking at Ye Chen with abject terror, as if he had seen a ghost.

This opponent showed no physical changes in his nose, eyes, ears, or body, yet he possessed such terrifying strength? This man had reached Level 20 Constitution, which, amplified fivefold in his werewolf state, equated to 100 levels of strength.

Ye Chen himself was Level 95, further augmented by the dense internal energy of the mid-Ninth Tier, combined with the sharpness of the blood-red battle saber and the clarity provided by his transplanted Three-Eyed Wolf Eye pupils, allowing him to capture every minute movement of the attacker. "Kill!" Ye Chen's eyes turned icy.

He stepped forward, and the blood-red battle saber in his hand moved like the Grim Reaper's scythe, swiftly maneuvering to parry the spear held by the other man, before delivering a direct sweep with its three-meter length. Slash!

Blood splashed vividly. Crimson blood jetted from the man’s waist, mingling with the rainwater to stain the ground red under the torrent.

This sudden outcome momentarily stunned the werewolf warriors who were closing in on Bai Long's group. Then, their pupils contracted, looking at the two corpses on the ground with disbelief.

This evenly proportioned man seemed to have activated his Superman state before? Could this be his current base strength?

The realization chilled the eight remaining werewolf warriors, including their leader. The way they looked at Ye Chen was now laced with dread.

A normal person had actually killed a Superman? Huddled by the wall, Bai Long and the others gasped in shock.

While they always knew Ye Chen was strong, they hadn't expected him to be so merciless. Even without his Superman state activated, he could instantly kill a Superman.

Ye Chen's constitution far surpassed that of ordinary people. Even Murong De, the Commander-in-Chief of the Huaxia Base City and an evolutionary, did not possess Ye Chen’s robust physique.

His base constitution alone yielded the strength equivalent to a typical person activating their Superman mode. Among these Superman warriors, only the high-offense and high-speed types stood a chance against Ye Chen.

Support, healing, tracking, and detection types were merely fodder awaiting slaughter. Ye Chen moved, charging toward the werewolf men who were engaging Bai Long’s team.

Under the downpour, he was like a wild beast, wielding the three-meter blood-red battle saber. The weapons these werewolves prided themselves on shattered into two pieces upon contact; the saber cut through metal like mud.

Splat! Splat!

Ye Chen looked like a deity of slaughter, charging through the heavy rain with his blood-red saber. Relying on superb combat technique and an aggressively dominant blade style, he pursued the werewolf warriors—yes, he pursued them.

"Run!" the leading man shrieked like a pig being led to slaughter. The four surviving werewolf warriors, trembling with fright, watched Ye Chen advance with his saber, their courage utterly shattered.

They realized they had provoked a truly terrifying God of Killing. Even in his normal state, he could slaughter Supermen.

If he activated his Superman mode, who could possibly stop him? "Hold them!" Ye Chen commanded coldly.

Mo Feng’s silhouette flashed, appearing before several werewolf warriors, then shifting to attack the leader. The leader was caught off guard, frantically swinging his blade.

Mo Feng moved again, slipping behind him, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. The potent paralyzing poison in his claws instantly numbed half of the werewolf’s body.

Then, Mo Feng opened his mouth, revealing a pair of sharp fangs, and lunged for the man’s throat. "Aargh…" The werewolf let out a piercing scream.

Soon, the cry weakened, and his body rapidly withered, turning into a desiccated corpse, its skin covered in wrinkles—his life force and vital essence utterly drained.