Dead wood swept aside.

That was the shape of the fight once Shen Cong stepped into it.

A peerless jin beast and a peerless iron person — man and animal both stood at the top of the food chain, and the killing could only run one way. The giant wolves died beyond counting. Upward of a thousand of them had come to attack the Xishanbei settlement, and against this one man and this one animal they had nothing left but to run.

Luo Guanjun sat where he was on the guard platform, blank and stunned, and did not get up.

His whole worldview, which the terror of dying had already turned over once, was turned back the other way. He muttered to himself. "This… is this the kind of strength a human being can reach? So people really can be this strong after all… That's right — what they tell us in the team is true. One day we'll overcome all of it and rule the Earth again."

Dazzled out of his senses.

Luo Guanjun watched Shen Cong flicker like a streak of black lightning through the collapsing, fleeing wolf pack. Wherever he passed, the blood went up three meters and a giant wolf dropped dead.

He hunted them the whole way and left a line of giant wolf corpses behind him.

He killed his way westward into the Taihang range and vanished into the vast thick forest. The huge Yellow Great-Immortal went into the depths after him.

From the moment he arrived to the moment he was gone, not quite five minutes.

But those five minutes were engraved on Luo Guanjun's heart for good, and he felt he would never be able to forget a scene like that as long as he lived. The moment between living and dying, that one enormous demon beast, that one streak of black man-shaped battle armor.

Thud, thud, thud.

Someone climbed up onto the guard platform and saw Luo Guanjun sitting stupidly on the ground. "Little Luo. Where's Team Leader Qian and the rest?"

Only then did Luo Guanjun come back to himself,…