The most elite human soldiers, all of them seasoned warriors, including more than half superhumans—such a force was truly as pathetic as rats when facing ordinary soldiers of Nasha.

Before absolute power, even their guns were useless, and their men were even worse than their guns.

Just imagine—these Tri-Eyed Clan members possessed the strength to wrestle with medium-to-large dinosaurs.

And among them, those called "martial artists" were so powerful that saying they could solo a T-Rex wouldn't be an exaggeration at all.

Soon, the squad was cut to pieces.

No, it couldn't even be called a defeat, because the enemy had never taken this battle seriously from the start.

It was just pest control.

Human warriors lay crushed everywhere, tossed into cloth bags like trash, simply because they were worried these wild hairless rats might carry germs and cause an epidemic.

Captain Cheng Lei watched his men die one by one, his eyes nearly splitting with fury.

He threw down his useless gun, drew a long sword, and charged straight at the Tri-Eyed Clan soldier before him.

With a single leap, he soared over ten meters high, bringing his blade down in a vicious strike aimed at the soldier's head!

The Tri-Eyed Clan soldier was startled—like a person seeing a rat leaping at their face, but with more disgust.

"Get lost, you disgusting vermin!"

The soldier swung his massive hand, intending to swat Cheng Lei away.

But when his arm touched the long sword, a crisp sound of snapping bone rang out.

"Crack!"

A bloody, enormous hand was severed clean off!

"Ahhh!!!"

The soldier let out a agonized wail. There was no armor on his wrist, and after all, it was still flesh and blood—it couldn't withstand a full-force strike from a superhuman with an ability index of 6000 points.

Cheng Lei landed on the ground, and while the soldier was still reeling in pain, he sprinted toward his ankle, then slashed his blade into it.

The soldier collapsed in agony. This sudden turn of events made the surrounding soldiers, who had been laughing and joking, change their expressions.

"This rat seems to be a bit troublesome."

"Kill him quickly, don't let him get away!"

In their carelessness, they didn't have time to rush over and help. Cheng Lei sprinted at lightning speed, reaching the fallen soldier's neck in an instant. He plunged his sword into the soldier's throat, driving the entire blade all the way in!

"Thud!"

He swiftly withdrew the blade, and like a sluice gate opening, a torrent of blood gushed out instantly.

The Tri-Eyed Clan soldier clutched his neck in terror, struggled for a few moments, then collapsed to the ground. His body twitched twice before going still.

"Damned vermin!!!"

The other Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers erupted in fury. Their good brother had been killed by a hairless rat—they couldn't accept such a brutal reality!

A group of soldiers jabbed their weapons at the ground, roaring as they smashed the earth to pieces.

Cheng Lei, now also grief-stricken by his comrades' deaths, had bloodshot eyes. His heart no longer held any fear, which actually allowed his strength to fully unleash.

Using his small size to his advantage, he weaved and dodged. The dozen or so soldiers surrounding him ended up getting in each other's way.

"Shunk!"

With a few agile surprise attacks, Cheng Lei severed the ankles of two more Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers. Chaos erupted on the scene, leaving the soldiers both furious and flustered.

Zhang Yi, watching from a high vantage point, felt a hint of admiration for Cheng Lei.

He thought for a moment, then drew White Owl and aimed at the soldiers' unarmored vital spots.

While their attention was completely focused on Cheng Lei, Zhang Yi picked them off one by one from the shadows.

He shot them in the center of their foreheads, their temples, the major arteries in their necks.

Soon, before those dozen or so men even knew what had happened, they all collapsed, unmoving.

And after doing all this, Zhang Yi vanished from his spot in an instant.

Killing those few Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers was just a spur-of-the-moment whim. As for the entirety of Nasha, there were countless more soldiers like them.

He just happened to like Cheng Lei's style and helped out on a whim. Now, he had to leave this place.

He couldn't let the commotion in this area expose him.

Cheng Lei, lost in a bloodthirsty frenzy and ready to fight to the death, was astonished to find that all the Tri-Eyed Clan soldiers were dead.

The surroundings echoed with the screams of Tri-Eyed Clan members, staring at Cheng Lei in terror as if he were some kind of monster.

Cheng Lei gasped for air. He realized that another human must have helped him, but no matter how much he shouted into the comms channel, he got no response.

"So... everyone's been hiding all along."

The realization hit Cheng Lei then, and a wave of endless regret washed over him.

If they had been more cautious and not revealed themselves without thoroughly scouting the area first, maybe none of his brothers would have died.

Cheng Lei knew he couldn't stay. Looking at the bodies of his fallen brothers scattered across the ground, he gritted his teeth, then turned and bolted into a remote alley.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yi didn't make any more moves. Instead, he quietly observed the changes in Nasha the whole time.

This was an enormous nation, but it wasn't built on a single plane—it was three-dimensional.

Layer upon layer, from top to bottom. When Zhang Yi first arrived, he was in the upper-class area of the kingdom.

And the further down you went, the lower the status.

At first, he lamented how difficult it was for humans to survive here. But then he learned from Hua that down below, many humans were kept in pens like pigs, fed the worst scraps, and even forced to eat excrement.

Meanwhile, in high society, those with good looks could be picked out and raised as pets.

They had no freedom, but at least they had food and clothing.

Hua originally wanted to introduce Zhang Yi to some of her human friends, but Zhang Yi shook his head and refused.

He told her not to reveal his existence to anyone; otherwise, he would leave and never return.

Hua believed Zhang Yi was a god descending to the mortal world, so of course, she didn't dare to defy his wishes.

Zhang Yi was waiting.

The Lord of the Charnel Ground, Gao Changkong, and the Knights of the Round Table—once these people arrived, they would definitely clash with the local powers.

He needed to gauge the strength level of this world.

And in the meantime, he kept his eyes fixed on the sky above, on the massive Holy Spirit Hall supported by countless stone bridges.

The king's palace—it had to contain the most precious treasures of this nation.

Just as Zhang Yi had imagined, the arrival of the Lord of the Charnel Ground and the others did indeed trigger chaos.

The group from Sangha Monastery was the most impulsive. After all, they had come here to completely annihilate the Demon Abyss.

So, upon witnessing the hellish scene here, they were the first to erupt into a fierce battle with Nasha.

That was also why, when Zhang Yi first arrived, he found so many soldiers patrolling the streets.

Several times, Zhang Yi even sensed Epsilon-level combat power.