Li Sikai was strong. Ordinary men could not say how strong, only that he could tear apart a tiger better than twenty meters long. A tiger better than twenty meters was about a high-grade jin beast, which made Li Sikai a super-grade jin person at the least.

There was not a single super-grade jin person even in the Eastern Theater Command, only one ultimate-grade half-beast.

Still, a super-grade jin person was no more to Shen Cong than a slightly larger ant, and no great threat. Of the technology humanity still held — counting the Eastern Theater Command and the Central Theater Command both — there was only the nuclear bomb. The Eastern Theater Command had a few dozen nuclear warheads in store, and the Central Theater Command would naturally have them too.

The Provisional Government was said to hold better than thirty. The China Rescue Team had taken five away with it.

The Jingang Art's Buddha-Land on Earth and the Great Manchu State had none.

"We've used them. Back before we broke away from the Provisional Government, there were a few times we ran into demon beasts that were simply too strong, and we had no choice but to set off four warheads. Later on that Sea Snake King out of the Bohai took one too. Only it got away. The blast didn't kill it, and it came back with a whole brood of descendants and took the Tianjin theater."

The man had nothing to hide about basic matters like these.

The Eastern Theater Command could drop a nuclear bomb, and so could this side. Shen Cong had seen a nuclear blast site for himself. He was careful about nuclear weapons, but not surprised by them.

"You in the China Rescue Team are the radicals, then — pushing to open the roads, making contact with other survivor organizations. How far have you gotten? How many roads have you opened, how many organizations have you reached?" Shen Cong asked.

The man answered with some gloom. "We've got no attention to spare for fighting outward right now. There's a pack of giant…