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Ye Chen surged forward, his blood-red war-blade cleaving diagonally to dispatch two werewolf men, who tumbled into the gore. The last youth among them, face etched with sheer terror, scrambled away. He failed to watch his footing on the broken stones, tripping and crashing to the ground, splattering himself with mud and filth.

The world spun, and he felt the very breath of Death whispering close to his ear. "It's over," the young werewolf thought, his eyes filled with despair. Ye Chen approached, his towering silhouette like a demon blotting out the sky.

Raindrops fell upon his shoulders, and a heavy, bloody aura radiated from him. He looked down upon the fallen man coldly. "Tell your Guild Leader this: With monsters running rampant across the Earth, if you continue to slaughter our own kind, I will take Death's place and personally sever his head." The young werewolf stared at Ye Chen’s bare feet planted in the muddy water.

Listening to that tone—utterly devoid of emotion, icy cold—his body trembled involuntarily. He felt the rain chilling him to the bone. "J-just don't kill me, and I swear I will relay the message," he stammered.

Ye Chen said indifferently, "Tell him we are the 'Death God Organization.' Any act against humanity will be met with the judgment of the Death God." The young werewolf flinched, nodding frantically, his body shaking. He then dared to steal a glance up at Ye Chen. The man’s face was masked by dark cloth, revealing only a pair of cold, merciless eyes.

Coupled with the blood-red war-blade in his hand, he appeared exactly like the true Grim Reaper. With a sudden, resounding boom, dark clouds churned overhead, and a bolt of lightning tore across the sky, briefly illuminating the world and adding a layer of terrifying grandeur. The dark clouds churned wildly; thunder cracked overhead.

Ye Chen allowed the young werewolf to flee, limping away miserably into the distance. Ye Chen watched the receding figure with cold indifference. The curtain of rain fell between them, severing the view.

Under the fierce wind, the slanted rain was whipped sideways. After a long moment, he finally withdrew his gaze, turned, and walked toward Bai Long and the others who were huddled against the wall. He opened his Rune Space, and the Silver Automaton, soaked to the bone while waiting behind the wall nearby, rose and stepped into the spatial enclosure.

Bai Long glanced in the direction the werewolf youth had fled, puzzled. "Why let him go?" Ye Chen replied coolly, "In the future, we will still need these people to clear the monsters on the mainland. There's no need to slaughter them all out of momentary anger; that only weakens humanity's own strength." His tone carried the air of a sovereign laying down policy, as if he were an Emperor whose focus was not immediate survival or death, but the grand strategy of the future.

Mo Feng suddenly interjected, "I heard you mention the 'Death God Organization.' What is that?" Ye Chen walked out of the downpour and sheltered by the wall, gazing up at the oppressive, all-encompassing sky blanketed by clouds. A mysterious light flickered in his eyes. "With the power we possess, we can assassinate the leaders of any faction.

Why not establish our own force to intimidate them, compelling them to focus all their efforts on fighting the monsters and wasting less energy on internal conflict?" "So, this organization is meant to maintain peace?" Yue Heng asked, surprised. Bai Long pondered, "To be precise, it’s to maintain human peace—to consolidate human strength against the monsters. Otherwise, the terrestrial monsters alone, if they united, would be enough to slaughter humanity, not to mention the countless terrifyingly powerful hidden monsters in the vast seas." Ye Chen nodded.

"Exactly." He chose not to reveal the matter of the dark creatures from the other world, lest he sow further anxiety. Zhuge Fan listened for a while, then paused, his eyes suddenly lighting up with excited realization. "In that case, won't the leaders of all the major factions have to watch our expressions before acting?" Bai Long shook his head.

"It's not that simple. This severely infringes upon their vested interests. They will most likely organize a counter-force to fight us." Yue Heng’s face hardened with dominant pride, and he sneered, "Let them fight!

With Ye Chen’s combat power, if one comes, we kill one; if a group comes, we slaughter them all!" Ye Chen accepted the compliment naturally. "There’s no need to worry about that, but for now, everyone needs to keep a low profile and try not to expose our identities. Once we establish a base city, it will be time to clear out the monsters.

Until then, everyone should focus on improving their strength and strive to break through level one hundred as soon as possible." Before reaching level one hundred, he still possessed certain weaknesses. Once he hit that mark and awakened his innate talent, he would truly fear no superhuman. Zhuge Fan chuckled, "Don't worry.

The five of us often hunt monsters together. With Mo Feng and Bai Long's evasion skills, if we encounter a powerful monster, we can use the Superhuman Mode without any reservations to crush it." Ye Chen nodded. When fighting alone, he refrained from activating Superhuman Mode, wary of being left vulnerable without that life-saving trump card afterward.

But it was different for Bai Long and the others. They fought together regularly; if two people held back from using Superhuman Mode, the rest could use it fearlessly in battle. Ordinary people, even forming a team, would never adopt such a strategy, always fearing betrayal.

But Bai Long and the others had shared life-and-death struggles and trusted each other implicitly. Especially Bai Long, who had walked through the life-or-death crisis in Atlantis; he had long since taken life lightly, embracing a mindset of non-attachment, which was why he could always manage a smile. "Right," Yue Heng suddenly looked at Ye Chen and asked, "This 'Death God Organization'—is it just the six of us for now?" Ye Chen nodded.

"For the time being, yes." At that moment, the future renowned Death God Squad was born. Captain: Ye Chen Remaining Members: Bai Long, Mo Feng, Yue Heng, Zhuge Fan. ...

In the city of Atlantis, at the headquarters of the Long Teng Guild. Long Zhixiang, the Guild Master of Long Teng, sat at the head seat, observing the young man standing before him, completely drenched. Water droplets fell from his hair onto the metal floor.

The young man trembled slightly, afraid to look up, feeling the gazes from every corner of the conference hall pressing down on him like a monumental mountain, suffocating him. "Besides you, only four Mosquito Camp soldiers survived? The rest are dead?" Long Zhixiang's face was as dark as still water.

His fingers drummed rhythmically on the armrest of his chair. Although his expression showed no overt anger, everyone present felt a heavy wave of killing intent emanating from his voice. The young man’s body shook again.

He lowered his head and whispered, "Yes, sir. Initially, there were only two Superhuman warriors on the other side, but then five more suddenly rushed out. I was completely caught off guard." "Detail it carefully," Long Zhixiang commanded, suppressing the overwhelming fury in his heart, his voice low.

The youth quickly recounted every detail of the encounter to Long Zhixiang. Twelve figures sat in the conference hall, including three women. All listened intently, the only sound being the youth's slightly trembling narrative.

As he reached the point where Ye Chen and the others appeared, everyone present frowned. The young man had exercised caution. Seeing Long Zhixiang's rising anger, he thought, If I relay the message that dreadful deity instructed me to pass on, it will be pouring oil on the fire.

If the Guild Master flies into a rage and kills me, I'll be completely done for. Thus, he only described the battle process. To prove he wasn't negligent in his duty, he exaggerated Ye Chen and the others' prowess, making them sound like demons rushed forth from hell and describing their methods of slaughter in gruesome, brutal detail, causing many in the room to grimace.

After listening, Long Zhixiang’s anger subsided somewhat. His brow furrowed in deep thought. After a moment, he suddenly looked up at the youth and demanded sharply, "Is there anything else you are hiding?" The young man’s heart leaped.

How could he know I omitted the message from that demon? Under Long Zhixiang’s severe gaze, his mind raced. He decided to deny everything staunchly.

He shook his head. "No, sir. Every word I have spoken is the truth, with no concealment whatsoever." Killing intent flared in Long Zhixiang's eyes.

"You dare deceive me? I ask you: Why were you the only one able to escape back here?" The young man instantly knew he was in deep trouble, having overlooked this crucial detail. His expression grew awkward, and under Long Zhixiang’s stare, he felt chilling killing intent wrapping around his body.

With a thud, he knelt on the floor, tears streaming down his face, crying out loudly, "Guild Master, I was wrong! There was one other matter I didn't mention, only because that... that person was too rude and his language disrespectful!" Long Zhixiang stared him down.

"Tell me everything truthfully." The young man hastily relayed the message Ye Chen had instructed him to pass on. However, to align with his previous fabrication, he deliberately made the wording extremely crude and arrogant, enough to make a clay Buddha furious. Long Zhixiang's face clouded over with dark displeasure.

A subordinate standing next to him snapped at the youth, "Get out of here quickly!" The young man, overjoyed that his life had been spared, scrambled and crawled out of the conference hall. "Death God Organization." Long Zhixiang’s eyes held a shifting, unreadable gleam. A man seated in a lower position immediately stood up, shouting angrily, "Boss, let me go tear those sons of bitches apart!

They're too arrogant, even more so than me!" "Inappropriate," another youth frowned. "Their intention was clear: as long as we don't commit acts against humanity. They wouldn't speak with such swagger; that man likely embellished it himself." A woman with a sharp V-shaped face, bearing a rather terrifying scar beneath one eye, nodded next to this youth.

"That's right. A small faction like the Brightness Guild only has its leader, Xu Tianguo, and another man named Huang Tianci—those two brothers—who have Superhuman Mode. Everyone else is useless chaff.

This 'Death God Organization' that appeared must either be a hidden force of the Brightness Guild or genuinely a group of vigilantes." "It can't be people from the Brightness Guild," another man mused. "Otherwise, with that level of combat strength, the Guild would have risen long ago and wouldn't be content being just a minor faction." "This man claimed that one person in the Death God Organization slaughtered werewolf warriors even while maintaining his normal state. I wonder if that's true or false." "That must be false.

Even Murong De couldn't kill a werewolf warrior in his base state." "Perhaps not. If that part were true, why would this man fabricate such an unbelievable story?" Many individuals offered their opinions.