The night was like water, carrying a hint of eeriness.

Thin clouds like gauze covered the moon, and the halo appeared an eerie red.

A light breeze blew by, bringing with it a rustling sound. In the faint mist in the distance, shadows moved like smoke, as if countless shadows were swaying.

A dozen, dozens of ethereal creatures silently crept under the cover of mist and darkness.

Ah Bu watched the distant searchlights with caution, yet his heart was filled with bloodlust and excitement.

Ah Bu was not his full name, his name was made up of dozens of syllables.

Very soon, traditional Yan State names often reflected the circumstances of birth; beyond that, many people also added their life experiences to their names as they grew up.

As people get older, their names often grow longer.

Just like Ah Bu.

His full name was: Wrinkle·Friday·Heavy Rain·Big Shot·Strong·Big Banana·Coffee Plantation·Hunter...

Recently, he also added Divine Warrior and Brave Fearless.

Of course, these need not be concerned with.

...

"Lord of Lightning bless us!"

"Lord of Lightning bless us!"

...

Ah Bu and a few others hid on a tree, whispering their prayers, and then looked towards the Divine Warrior from another tribe not far away, whispering, "This time Addis Ababa from the Oloro Tribe also came!"

The crowd sneaked a glance, filled with awe.

Addis Ababa was the most powerful warrior in this area, possessing Martial Artist prowess even before becoming a Divine Warrior, rumored to be capable of wrestling elephants and tearing lions apart, his power terrifying.

His tribe also became the strongest in the vicinity, effectively controlling the area near Papula, becoming a formidable force.

Unfortunately, good times didn't last long. Two years ago, he and his tribe were defeated by the Pantheon, with many escaping into the mountains, vanishing without a trace until the arrival of the Lord of Lightning brought him back, his power even more terrifying.

"With him here, we're safe this time!" The clan leader Uwaru whispered.

Everyone nodded repeatedly.

"Hunting" is ultimately a high-risk affair, even for Divine Warriors, a minor slip-up could mean staying there since those foreign soldiers weren't a rabble.

...

The night deepened gradually.

The surrounding shadows gathered more and more, numbering up to seventy or eighty, dark and ghostly.

"It's starting," Uwaru whispered.

Ah Bu, who was almost falling asleep while waiting, perked up at these words, immediately opening his eyes. A group of shadows stealthily approached the blockhouses near the refugee district, moving swiftly like smoke along the floodlit path, reaching the barbed wire smoothly.

Then they carefully began digging.

The reason being, the area near the barbed wire was riddled with bombs and landmines, any slight disturbance could trigger an explosion; last time someone was blown to bits.

...

More and more shadows began to move.

Ah Bu couldn't hold back any longer, "Clan Leader..."

The more people "hunting", the higher the safety, but also the greater the risk of being detected, it's best to act together, quick hands gain, slow hands lose, quickly withdrawing after eliminating a few nonbelievers.

"Wait a bit longer." The experienced Uwaru whispered, adding to strengthen the argument, "Addis Ababa and the others haven't moved yet."

Everyone restrained themselves again.

Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long. In the distance, Addis Ababa, after a disdainful glance around, started moving. His figure left only a faint shadow in moonlight, like a rippling wave of air, inconspicuous in the night.

As he moved, the scattered shadows around him also acted immediately.

The slaughter began!

Ah Bu's heart pounded, following the group through the tunnel, accelerating towards the nearby blockhouse.

A guard, oblivious, had his neck swiftly twisted.

Efficient and silent, as practised as twisting off a chick's neck.

This was the power bestowed by the Lord.

Ah Bu felt that only greatness could describe it, although he's experienced it countless times, each time filled his heart with joy and fervor.

With continuous slaughter, he even faintly felt his power gradually increasing; this was the Lord's appreciation of his actions.

"Zing zing zing..."

Yet less than half a minute later, the tranquility was broken, the sound of machine guns firing filled the air.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"Prepare for battle..."

Countless flares shot into the sky, accompanied by sharp whistles.

Ah Bu jolted awake from the euphoria of slaughter.

"Why so fast this time? Must be those careless fools again!"

He quickly jumped off the blockhouse, the night sky bright as day, numerous bullets whizzed past his ears, carrying a whiff of gunpowder.

He felt little fear, his body moved like a phantom avoiding a rocket, quickly rushing towards the nearest trench.

He reckoned he could still kill a few more.

"Whoosh!"

A bullet passed through his body, and he remained completely unfazed, seconds later, his body directly plunged into the trench, starting the slaughter. He wielded no weapon, but his hands were the best weapon.

Frail flesh, like ragged cloth, was pierced by his iron hands, blood splattering.

"Stop!"

A martial artist of yellow descent approached swiftly, like a shooting star.

Ah Bu sneered inwardly, pouncing quickly.

Unfazed.

He had killed a foreign martial artist before, found them to be average. In the face of God-given powers, a martial artist couldn't resist.

After etherealizing, he feared not physical attacks, and only needed the opportunity to grasp his opponent, then it was death.

Yet just as he was getting close, he saw a metallic canister appear in the opponent's hand.

He puzzled over what it was.

The next moment, he saw a surging blue flame burst from the canister.

He felt the skin on his chest evaporating rapidly in the flames, the thrill of slaughter poured over with a bucket of ice water, dissipating quickly, leaving him chilled.

Too despicable!

He retreated swiftly, then turned and fled.

Other tribesmen still fought, but his heart lost its will to fight.

Running when he couldn't win, this was no shame, everyone did this, quite normal.

Even the former government army couldn't hold to such high demands, at least he had already killed several.

After running for two or three kilometers, he finally stopped and regained his solid form.

His chest burned hot, looking down he found the skin completely gone, only bloodied muscle remained.

"Damn it."

"Luckily, I ran fast!"

The distant battle continued, he quickly climbed a tree, watching while waiting for other tribesmen to return, but his main focus was still on Addis Ababa.

The opponent was terrifyingly strong, ghostly like, practically reaping souls like a Death God.

All soldiers crumbled with no resistance before him.

"So strong!"

"The opponent must already be a legendary power."

Yet at this moment, drastic change occurred.

He saw Addis Ababa seemingly discovering a terrifying presence, turning and fleeing frenziedly, movement swift as a flash of light, rapidly leaving the battlefield. Just as he wondered, the next moment he discovered a large number of Divine Warriors falling one by one.

His face was filled with astonishment, instinctively looking up to the sky, seeing a figure quietly suspended, as if a deity had descended.