Begging for recommendation tickets—stepping into the shadows, charge! …… The power of a bullet isn't enough to lift a body, but it can certainly pierce it!

Whoosh! Ye Chen shot forward like a cannonball.

His feet didn't crack the ground beneath him; in the Ant-Man stage, every burst would fracture the earth from the recoil. Now, as Lightning Superman, his technique for speed had reached a point of "subtlety," relying not on brute force.

Ye Chen pierced forward like a sharp cone! Unstoppable!

His figure roared like a furious dragon, the rotation drawing swirling winds and clouds, resembling a horizontal tornado, wrapped in lightning and thunder—like a speeding comet, exploding outward. Winds and clouds shifted, Heaven and Earth transformed!

All eyes between heaven and earth converged at this moment! The Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon felt an unprecedented crisis.

Seeing the beam of light hurtle toward it, with all escape routes seemingly sealed, it let out a shrill cry. Its eyes blazed with murderous intent, and roaring, it gathered all its strength, soaring like a divine dragon preparing for flight, using its head as the leading pillar, charging straight at Ye Chen!

The unpredictable winds and clouds seemed to halt their churning, the fierce gale forgot to sweep, and the world fell quiet... Only those two streaks of light, drawing closer from afar, their accompanying shriek sounding as if they had entered another dimension!

BOOM!!! They collided at the world's center, the sound of their impact vanishing into a continuous thunderclap that echoed across the entire sky, reaching the Brightness Base City tens of thousands of meters away, indeed, the whole of Shennongjia!

Everyone held their breath! The instant the collision sound faded, a continuous barrage of explosions rang out in succession.

Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang!

It was as if bombs were detonating inside the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon's body, exploding segment by segment from head to tail. Faint, dark blood seeped from its dense scales.

If anyone had sharp enough eyes, they would have seen a hole pierced clean through its skull! Ye Chen had smashed its cranium!

He maintained his velocity without faltering, charging from the head straight through to the tail, completely piercing the Flood Dragon’s body—its internal skeleton, intestines, gall bladder, and heart were all impaled! Although, given the sheer size of the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon, being pierced by Ye Chen wouldn't inflict fatal damage; it was equivalent to being pricked by a pin in a large tree.

Ye Chen’s size was minuscule; the penetration area was limited. Compared to the Flood Dragon, he was less than a needle.

However, upon entry, he had wickedly activated his Rune Space, ordering the Green Rune Men to deliver the small cannon barrel he had previously disassembled from the spaceship. Just like that, in the instant he entered the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon, he held a twenty-meter-long, three-foot-caliber cannon barrel.

What caused the Flood Dragon the most agony was how Ye Chen held the barrel crosswise! Made of spaceship material, even prehistoric monsters couldn't destroy it, so naturally, the Flood Dragon's body couldn't break it.

Consequently, as he charged forward, the Flood Dragon’s internal meridians and bones were completely shattered, much like a toothpick lodged horizontally in an intestine. As he reached the rear of the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon, Ye Chen swiftly retracted the cannon barrel, paused for a mere 0.5 seconds, and then instantly accelerated, bursting out of the Flood Dragon’s body with a thud.

“Whoosh—” The moment he shot out, the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon’s massive body plummeted from mid-air, crashing heavily onto the ground. The earth trembled, dust billowed skyward.

All its bones were ground to pieces, and its heart was pierced; its skull bore a gaping fissure. Even with a constitution level of 3000, it was a one-way trip.

Ye Chen was drenched in blood, as if emerging from a pool of gore. Blood streamed down his conduits, wetting and staining the ground around his feet.

He then lifted his head, staring at the monsters fleeing everywhere on the battlefield with murder in his eyes, silently counting: "Two more minutes!" Just now, in that single surge, he had instantly killed seven or eight thousand-level monsters and slaughtered the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon; the entire feat took only about 30 seconds. He had become a perfectly self-guided bullet, piercing everything.

No monster could withstand him, not even the exceptionally defensive Golden Tin Divine Turtle! Fixing his gaze on the battlefield, his figure flickered, and he shot off again.

The firmament was like ink, the dim light casting down upon the tragic battlefield. A dense army of over a hundred thousand monsters was churning like water sloshing in a bottle; some monsters veered left, others right, completely losing formation.

Even those with intelligence refused to step forward to command, knowing that the moment they uttered their first word, their heads would be perforated! On the massive screens of the Huaxia Base City, one could observe the entire theater of operations.

The battlefield resembled a chessboard, crisscrossed by straight, vibrant crimson bloodlines that bloomed outward, sketching the lines of the board. This crimson hue was exquisitely beautiful, for it was the blossoming of life extinguishing itself!

Pfft! Pfft!

Pfft! Pfft!

With every line drawn, several thousand, even tens of thousands of monsters perished, strikingly visible within the dense dark mass. Those on the city walls watched in stunned silence, forgetting to even breathe.

One minute later! Ye Chen's figure flickered one last time.

His hair was disheveled, his entire body washed in blood, and in a sudden movement, he materialized atop the city wall. Below on the battlefield, only sparse, small monsters remained, roaring aimlessly, scurrying in all directions; some were even fighting each other.

The instant Ye Chen landed, his gaze swept across the figures on the wall: Bailong, Mo Feng, Xu Tianguo, Yue Heng, his sister... One was missing!

Ye Chen frowned slightly. "Where is Zhuge Fan?" Hearing this, everyone present stiffened.

Perhaps they had been too focused on the battle, or maybe the youth's presence was too faint. Everyone looked around, only then realizing he was nowhere in sight.

Bailong’s pale face lost yet more color, his voice trembling, "He, he..." A chilling gloom settled over everyone's hearts, entirely erasing the joy of victory. Just then, in the distance, a figure scrambled out from beneath the belly of a Jade-Eyed White Tiger whose head Ye Chen had pierced.

Staggering and dragging his battered body, covered in blood, he shouted toward Ye Chen, "Boss..." Who else could it be but Zhuge Fan? Everyone turned to look, weeping with relief.

Bailong's complexion improved considerably, and he cursed playfully, "Damn brat, I was nearly worked to death, and you were off playing hide-and-seek." Zhuge Fan ran over, the youth scratching his head, chuckling foolishly, "I accidentally got swallowed by that big guy. Good thing he suddenly died.

Huh? Why are all these monsters dead?" Zhuge Fan surveyed the battlefield now strewn with broken ranks and scattered remnants of monsters fleeing aimlessly, leaving behind mountains of corpses, the earth drenched in blood, all bathed in the desolate, magnificent glow of the setting sun.

Ye Chen glanced at him, saw he was unharmed, and the coldness in his eyes slowly receded. He turned to Xu Tianguo.

"Order everyone with full energy to drag the corpses of the Demon Bird and the Purple-Scaled Flood Dragon, along with the bodies of the other large monsters, into the city, then clear the battlefield." Xu Tianguo’s eyes lit up, his weariness visibly diminishing. He responded immediately, "No problem," then turned and left to direct the cleanup effort.

With the monster threat gone, the construction workers in the city began cheering loudly, excited and thrilled. They poured out of their buildings, shouting jubilantly in the streets, venting the joy of surviving the disaster.

The entire city was bathed in celebration. The people of Huaxia Base City witnessed this scene, knowing the great battle had concluded, yet that magnificent, imposing figure remained indelibly etched in everyone's minds, unforgettable.

Ye Chen had proven with action that—one person could defy the heavens! Many could not achieve it, simply because their power was not great enough!

How could one reach such heights if they dared not even conceive of it? As wide as the heart, so long is the road!

The overwhelming destructive capability of the Lightning Superman mode stunned everyone. At this moment, the name "Wolf" spread through every street and alley of the Huaxia Base City; even the courtesans in entertainment venues knew this man's name and had seen his silhouette!

Many people longed to see what kind of face lay beneath that cold mask. "Too terrifying..." After the battle ended, Murong De stared at the screen showing the scenes of monsters being harvested, unable to help but sigh.

Thinking of that speed, invisible to the naked eye, a shiver ran through him. To think one man could slaughter over a hundred thousand monsters, dispatching a Flood Dragon as easily as culling dogs—how terrifying was that?

"In the future, we must never provoke this person!" Murong De cautioned the youth beside him. The youth managed a wry smile; the list of untouchable taboos in the world had just gained another entry.

He suddenly thought that if the Wolf stood alongside those other two figures, perhaps no one in the entire world could stop them, unless they opted for self-destruction, unleashing a massive nuclear weapon to obliterate the entire province and city! On the battlefield, many people found thick hemp ropes in the Base City and used them to help move the massive carcass of the Demon Bird.

Tens of thousands of ropes were tied around the kilometer-long body, and people pulled on the ends, their faces flushed with excitement. What immense wealth these monster corpses represented!

"Heave-ho! Heave-ho!..." Everyone chanted in unison.

The Demon Bird's corpse was being moved. The hundreds of thousands of construction workers, and even the information specialists whose minds were filled only with data processing software and lacked physical strength, all rushed out of the city in high spirits to help pull.

From a distance, it looked like a giant chicken being handled by a swarm of ants. Ye Chen was such an ant—but an ant capable of slaughtering a Flood Dragon!

Standing still, time passed quickly. A minute slipped by in a blink.

Ye Chen reverted to his normal state; the black horns on his head retracted into his body. His frame trembled almost imperceptibly but quickly stabilized.

He stood motionless, looking straight ahead. If someone's gaze could penetrate his mask, they would see his face was utterly pale, covered in a cold sweat, devoid of color—like a sheet of white paper.

Activating Superman Tier One only results in fatigue. Activating Superman Tier Two consumes enormous physical strength.

Ordinary people, after activation, struggle to move for half a day, often needing to sit and gasp, some even collapsing and passing out from exhaustion. If Ye Chen's body hadn't been transformed by the divine blood infection, making his bones and sinews exceptionally strong, he would have immediately collapsed after initiating the Superman Mode twice!

However, this damned world, in some damned aspects, was quite fair; compared to the immense power gained, this residual effect was negligible. Doesn't everyone have a moment of weakness?