Zhao Yingkong had already departed the television broadcast tower, but strangely, Zhang Heng had not. Now, Zhao Yingkong is about ten minutes away from us," came Jialan's voice through the communicator.

Zheng Zha also spoke into the communicator, "Then, just as planned, you continue to take a taxi across the bridge and escape. Death God isn't pursuing you, so keep running without worry. I will drive the armored truck, bypass Zhao Yingkong, and go straight to the television broadcast tower, just like we practiced last time. You draw the enemy's attention while I infiltrate behind them to attack. Trust me! This time, I will definitely defeat Zhang Jie before Zhao Yingkong can attack you! Trust me!" Silence hung over the communicator for a long time before Jialan's faint voice finally emerged, "Mhm, be careful."

Zheng Zha lowered the communicator, took a deep breath, and walked towards the bank entrance as if nothing were amiss, naturally passing right by the armored truck being loaded with money.

One of the fully armed personnel immediately stopped him. "Please wait a moment, the bank isn't—" Zheng Zha didn't speak; instead, he unleashed a rapid punch to the guard's chest. Even though the man wore armor resembling black rubberized material, the impact sent him flying several meters, tumbling over another guard before finally rolling to a stop. Zheng Zha’s eyes were now clouded with a distant look.

Having unlocked the second stage of the gene lock—internal energy, vampire essence—he absolutely had to end this fight in the shortest time possible, and he absolutely could not allow them to shoot him. At least before his decisive battle with Zhang Jie, he could not sustain even a single scratch! He needed to face Zhang Jie with his body and fighting prowess in perfect condition! The movements of the armed guards seemed to slow down in his sight. He stomped his foot and lunged toward one guard, forcing the man's rifle down and bending it completely before he could even raise it to fire.

Then, just as the guard’s face registered horror, Zheng Zha brought his foot up, sweeping the man off his feet. While the guard was still airborne and about to hit the ground, Zheng Zha slammed a fierce punch into his chest. This entire sequence occurred within a single second; the other guards couldn't even lift their weapons in time. With that single blow, the guard immediately fell unconscious.

The remaining two guards on the ground stared in horror, having only just managed to raise their guns.

Zheng Zha lunged in with his dagger, and their two arms were easily severed at the forearm, like separating branches in the dead of night. Before the blood could even spurt out, Zheng Zha grabbed their heads and slammed them together; these two men never even had time to scream before they too passed out.

The three escorts on the other side of the armored truck clearly heard that something was wrong. They rushed over with their weapons raised, but to their surprise, apart from the three colleagues lying motionless on the ground, there was no sign of the attacker. What they failed to see was Zheng Zha standing silently atop the armored truck, watching them. As the three approached,

Zheng Zha leaped down lightly behind them. He then clapped his hands three times in quick succession, knocking all three guards unconscious onto the pavement.

Zheng Zha let out a breath. He stared at his own hands, somewhat bewildered. Though he couldn't be certain, he undeniably possessed a strength far beyond what ordinary humans could achieve, and this terrifying power would only grow stronger the longer he survived. Was this the evolution of the 'Main God' space? Through trials of life and death, by surviving terrifying scenarios with unblemished resolve, a person's strength grew incrementally, potentially reaching heights he couldn't even imagine.

Regardless, Zheng Zha snapped back to reality a few seconds later. He slid directly into the driver's seat of the armored truck, not even bothering to close the rear cash compartment door. He sped off, scattering US dollars in his wake, leaving behind six unconscious armed guards on the ground.

By this time, many pedestrians and bank employees were watching the brief brawl unfold, their faces frozen in disbelief. No one seemed able to process what their eyes were showing, as the movements Zheng Zha made were utterly impossible for a human to execute. Just then, someone spontaneously darted toward the scattered money. A sudden clamor erupted as everyone began scrambling to snatch the dollars strewn across the ground—not just pedestrians, but some employees joined in too. In the ensuing chaos, the six unconscious guards were effectively trampled by the crowd until they were barely alive. Zheng Zha drove the truck while speaking urgently into the communicator: "What's her current location? How far is she from me? Is she pursuing me, or following you?" Jialan paused before replying, "She seems to have stopped, weighing whether to follow you or me. From her position, it’s too late for her to catch up to you now. Just keep driving straight ahead; you have at least a five-minute head start. This road is one-way, so she has to take a long detour. She's moving now—towards me. Zheng Zha, everything on your end is up to you then."

Zheng Zha let out a relieved breath and replied solemnly, "Don't worry! I keep my word! I swear I will deal with Zhang Jie before she attacks you! No matter what, I won't let her get hurt!" Jialan paused again for a moment before whispering quietly, "Mhm, make sure you do."

"I will!" The drive from the bank to the television broadcast tower was supposed to take about ten minutes. Zheng Zha had only driven for a few minutes when the distinct sound of approaching police sirens filled the air from behind. However, the highest point of the television broadcast tower was already visible ahead. This stretch of road was a relatively wide, straight avenue, so Zheng Zha pushed the accelerator mercilessly, heedless of everything else. His eyes were fixed only on the increasingly prominent tower in the distance! As he neared the broadcast tower, a strange, subtle breeze suddenly swept through.

A light breeze stirred inside the vehicle cabin, despite the windows being closed. A bad premonition flashed through Zheng Zha’s mind. Sure enough, ahead was a four-way intersection. The armored truck was barreling straight toward the tower. Just as it crossed the intersection, a large truck slammed violently into the side of the armored vehicle from the crossing path, shoving the truck towards the building beside the road.

If this impact forced Zheng Zha out of the truck, he would likely have to proceed to the tower on foot. That meant facing Zhang Heng’s arrows head-on, which entirely contradicted his original plan. Frustration and anger boiled within him.

"Damn it! Death God! Die!" Zheng Zha roared, slamming his foot down on the accelerator to push forward, while his other hand snatched the Air Cannon from his Spatial Ring. He aimed the muzzle directly at the oncoming truck, which surprisingly had no driver—perhaps the driver had bailed out early, or perhaps Death God had orchestrated this whole scenario! "Two!" "One!" Just as the armored truck was about to smash into a pillar next to the building, the Air Cannon finally fired with a mighty blast. Its immense power pulverized the armored truck’s door, turning the steel into iron filings. The massive shockwave completely penetrated the truck, instantly vaporizing the front end of the truck into iron sand fragments in a split second. The armored truck finally recovered from being shoved sideways.

It scraped past the pillar by a hair's breadth—its reflective lights were shattered—but it managed to lurch erratically towards the television broadcast tower.

Zheng Zha wasn't sure if Zhang Heng could pierce the bulletproof glass. So, he fixed his aim on the tower, stomped on the accelerator, and punched the large sheet of glass directly in front of him with all his might. It was indeed bulletproof; no matter how hard he struck, it only cracked without shattering. This meant that no one outside could see what was happening inside the cabin. Zheng Zha gave up on steering precisely, leaning his body low to the side of the driver’s seat, his feet keeping the accelerator firmly pressed down. The armored truck was rapidly closing the distance to the television broadcast tower.

(5000 meters, 3000 meters, 1500 meters…) At approximately 1000 meters from the building, a sharp, piercing hiss sounded. An arrow tore through the air, striking the bulletproof glass. Its force managed to penetrate the glass several inches deep—the power of this arrow was actually greater than that of an ordinary bullet. Just as Zheng Zha felt a flicker of relief regarding the truck's sturdiness, another arrow whistled through the air, striking the exact spot the first arrow had hit. Two arrows struck in rapid succession, separated by less than a second. Finally, the bulletproof glass could no longer withstand the combined force and shockwave of the two impacts. It shattered loudly. Simultaneously, the armored truck finally burst into the television broadcast tower! The speed of the truck was terrifying as it smashed inside, frightening countless people. Fortunately, people had already begun to take cover when they saw the vehicle charging in. Thus, the armored truck only slammed into the front reception desk, injuring no one. The desk, made mostly of wood, significantly absorbed the destructive force of the impact; otherwise, at that terrifying speed, hitting a solid wall might have overwhelmed even Zheng Zha himself.

Even so, Zheng Zha was rattled, his head feeling momentarily dizzy. After a few seconds, he recovered from the daze and quickly grabbed the communicator, shouting, "Jialan! Can you sense where Zhang Jie and the others are?" Jialan’s voice came back, "I can't sense anything. That area is still blank, as if something is blocking me. Be careful; Zhang Jie is not easy to deal with."

Zheng Zha let out a breath. "Of course I know that. What about you? How far is Zhao Yingkong from you?" Jialan paused before replying, "She should catch up to me within ten minutes, perhaps." Zheng Zha snarled, "Ten minutes! I understand! I will finish Zhang Jie within ten minutes! I swear it!"