Shen Cong had broken them easily, and the moment he saw them about to run he opened the loudspeaker. "Every one of you stand still. Run, and I'll wipe out your settlement."

The Vajra Fortress swung the Mushroom-Bug Sword on the Qilin Arm, and there was nothing anywhere to match it.

When Shen Cong dropped his concealment, a terrible nuclear-grade pressure came down over them, and the fleeing macaques and survivors, caught unready, went down in swaths under the shock of it.

Some of the small macaques fouled themselves where they stood.

Terror came over every survivor's face. As evolved persons they knew perfectly well what pressure was; the Terror Duck they had hunted was an ultimate-grade creature, and the pressure it carried had made them wretched past describing.

What they felt now was stronger by far — like mountains, like ranges; like seas, like oceans.

"I surrender!" Chief Xu could not bear it, and the word was out of him at once. The rest took it up after him.

Against a nuclear-grade pressure and a peerless iron person, it was no longer a question of who was stronger. It was a gulf that simply flattened them.

"I didn't know who I was dealing with. Boss Huang, I'll surrender on behalf of every survivor in Wuqiao. I ask you, since we're all human survivors together, to forgive us this one offense. We're willing to make good whatever you've lost." Chief Xu hated every word of it, but he had to bow his head and beg.

Shen Cong said coldly, "I can forgive you this once. In exchange, tell me exactly what you've been through, from the day the world ended until now. In detail."

Chief Xu was taken aback — he had not expected the man to let it go so lightly. "Yes. I'll tell you now… Would Boss Huang care to come back to the camp and rest first, or shall I tell it here?"

"Here."

"I'll be honest with you. We've longed all this time for the country to still be there, for the government to come and…