"Got it?" Zheng Zha spat out the piece of flesh, but the blood-red stain had already dyed his mouth and jaw. He held the Caucasian man up before his eyes and stared at him, saying, "This isn't hatred! Because hatred cannot even describe a fraction of the rage I feel toward you. Rest assured, you absolutely won't die easily; I swear it! Actually, you should feel fortunate, because right now I don't possess any artifacts capable of imprisoning or manipulating souls. Otherwise, I would absolutely toy with you until you break! Want to die? Dream on!" Upon hearing this, the Caucasian man instantly felt a chill run through him. He could certainly sense the hatred in those words; such intense malice could only be described as irreconcilable. Yet, he genuinely couldn't recall when he had provoked this fiend. If it was his method of 'raising' newcomers that angered him, at worst, a swift cleaving in two would suffice; such profound hatred seemed excessive. So, he immediately roared, "Damn it, while I admit my methods aren't exactly honorable, just tell me what I did to offend you! It's fine if you just kill me. Is there any need to torture someone like this? Since I dared to raise newcomers, I already prepared myself for the scenario of falling into a newcomer's hands. Just name the offense, and I’ll accept it, even in death!" Zheng Zha glared fiercely at the Caucasian man.

He spoke almost through gritted teeth, "Fine, you want to know, right? Then I'll let you know! You said you were copied into the Demon Reincarnation Squad—that’s true, isn't it?" The Caucasian man nodded strangely, "It’s true, so what? Did joining the Demon Reincarnation Squad provoke you too? You’re pushing things too far, aren't you?" Zheng Zha said coldly, "I was also copied into the Demon Reincarnation Squad... and when I was first copied in, I was incredibly weak. I heard I was kept like livestock by a group of Caucasians. If it ended there, fine. But the worst thing, the unforgivable thing, was that they took the girl I cherished—the one accompanying my copy—and..." The Caucasian man suddenly burst into laughter, his expression returning to one of frenzy. He roared with laughter, "So that's it, so that's it! That girl must have been gang-raped to death, right? Hahahaha, I wish I could see the expression on your copy’s face—a hypocritical weakling. In the end, he could only be a hypocritical weakling, unable to even protect his own woman. What kind of strong man are you? Hahahaha. I profited! At least my copy played with your copy’s woman. Bite me, go on, bite me! Hahahaha..." "Already have..." Zheng Zha sneered, his eyes turning to the distance. While running, he murmured, "I won't bite you, but I will torment you... until even hell forgets this pain..." The Caucasian man continued to laugh maniacally, "A hypocritical weakling like you, despite seeming powerful now, will be utterly wiped out when you meet my copy. My copy will definitely tie up all of you men, and rape all of your women to death! Yes, that’s exactly how we should deal with you bunch of phony weaklings, hahahas! That’s how it must be!" Zheng Zha remained cold, "I don't even need to act anymore. My copy has already killed all of you Caucasians. From then on, he became the captain of the Demon Reincarnation Squad, killing anyone he took a disliking to. Got it? You can go down to hell and ask your copy; ask him if the pain he suffered felt good, and how it compares to the pain you are about to receive..."

The Caucasian man froze upon hearing this, then started roaring again, appearing to be entering true despair. But how could Zheng Zha allow him the chance to shout or struggle? He yanked the man’s shoulder and brutally tore off a large chunk of muscle with a swish. Regardless, this Caucasian man’s physical quality was excellent; the flesh quickly coagulated. What should have been life-saving physical fortitude now became the source of his torment. Every time he roared, Zheng Zha tore off another piece of flesh. Once the flesh on one area was stripped away, Zheng Zha brutally wrenched the bone from the man's severed arm stump. This pain was unbearable for the Caucasian man, yet his robust physique prevented him from passing out. Thus, after this ordeal, the Caucasian man finally resigned himself and fell silent.

When Zheng Zha finally approached the dense jungle where the gunfire originated, the Caucasian man couldn't help but ask, "I thought of something. How do you know what happened in the Demon Reincarnation Squad? Are you lying to me? Maybe you’re just a bloodthirsty person pretending to be righteous. Do you think I wouldn’t know? Hahahaha..." Zheng Zha looked coldly at the man and sneered, "Because I experienced the Demon Reincarnation Squad. My copy hated me to the core; he killed me and the Central Continent Team. Do you think I shouldn't know such things? No, I knew everything... I don't exactly hate my copy; I hate all of you Caucasians who raise newcomers. You are the first team with this structure I've encountered, and you are facing my fury... I will definitely tear you into ten thousand pieces!" The Caucasian man stared blankly for a long time before finally roaring loudly, "I know! I saw that artifact before—the Rebirth Cross, right? Damn it, I was greedy and didn't exchange for it. I thought with my team's strength, we wouldn't encounter anyone too powerful. But this is unfair! Why does the 'Main God' allow someone of your strength to participate in our team wars? And your members aren't weak either! This is unfair!" Zheng Zha said with a cold laugh, "There is no fairness in this horror movie reincarnation... Think about the newcomers you squeezed, humiliated, and killed. Why don't you go tell them about fairness? Think about what your copy did. Rest assured, I won't kill you until you're driven insane from torment, hahahaha..." Amidst the laughter, Zheng Zha suddenly threw the Caucasian man to the ground, then entered his "Explosion" state and charged forward. Amidst the swirling smoke, a blood-soaked Caucasian man laughed wildly, drawing a silver metallic bow and firing wildly toward the mushroom-like forest. Countless silver beams shot out continuously, shattering large swathes of fungal plants with every shot. The power of this bow was indeed immense, but it consistently failed to strike Zero Point, who managed to dodge at the last second every time. Each shot the archer fired was met with a Gauss sniper round from Zero Point, causing the color of his bronze bell artifact to dim further. To think he was brought to this state by Zero Point's high-tech weaponry revealed how truly trashy this man’s overall strength was.

Zheng Zha’s "Explosion" skill was incredibly fast. Just as the Caucasian man managed to turn his head in stunned disbelief, Zheng Zha was already close. Before he could react, the Tiger Soul Blade in Zheng Zha’s hand swept horizontally toward his head. With a sharp clang, this blow managed to cut three-tenths of an inch into the outer shell of the bronze bell. Zheng Zha quickly estimated that the energy of this protective artifact was nearly depleted. It was evident that Zero Point was far superior to the Caucasian man before him in both technique and combat awareness. Frankly, if the Caucasian man Zheng Zha fought earlier could be considered a strong warrior, this man, aside from his special weapon and special skill, could be described as utterly useless.

Zheng Zha hacked down several times with the blade, each strike carrying crushing force, sending the man flying backward with every impact. After several blows, the blade energy of the Tiger Soul Blade had already penetrated deep inside the bronze bell. This was a source of great regret for Zheng Zha; a Grade B+ defensive artifact, and he couldn't acquire it. Despite his thoughts, Zheng Zha showed no mercy; this was a battlefield, and he had to exert his full strength to secure victory. Even a sliver of leniency could endanger himself and his partners. As for capturing this man alive afterward, it wasn't a primary concern. Capturing him alive if possible, otherwise, killing him on the spot—that was Zheng Zha's current mindset.

The Caucasian man also realized a powerhouse had arrived. Although he couldn't see where his teammate, Rost, was, he knew the man was likely doomed. Therefore, without hesitation, he tried desperately to flee outward. Even though his speed was significantly slower than Zheng Zha’s, the protection of his artifact filled him with the hope of escape.

A deafening CRASH followed by a CLANG sounded again. The Caucasian man’s brass-colored bronze bell materialized once more. This time, the Gauss sniper rifle round penetrated deep within the bell, appearing as if it was about to shatter the protective shield. Seeing the opportunity, Zheng Zha immediately swung the Tiger Soul Blade in several successive, fierce chops. Each downward strike produced a violent clash of metal. During one powerful downward cut, the brass bronze bell was finally shattered into fragments. Without a second thought, Zheng Zha brought the Tiger Soul Blade down again, severing the Caucasian man's legs. He followed with two more upward swings, and the man's limbs were separated from his torso... Jumping up...