This should just be a probing attack. I wonder if General Bamo will show up this time?
Zhou Ziwei frowned slightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings like an eagle searching for its prey...
Such torrential rain usually comes and goes quickly, lasting less than twenty minutes before the clouds disperse and the rain stops, and the sky even clears up again.
Zhou Ziwei opened the car window, took a deep breath of the humid air, chuckled, and jumped out of the car... intending to go and check on the eight armored vehicles ahead that were crammed together because they were unmanned.
These are all his spoils of war—eight armored vehicles! That should be worth a lot of money! It's just a pity that he definitely can't just drive these obviously military vehicles across the border openly. Otherwise... if he could bring a few back to China and drive them around for fun, that would be really cool!
Just as Zhou Ziwei had taken a few steps, a heart-pounding sensation, capable of making one's heart tremble, rapidly approached from afar.
Zhou Ziwei was slightly taken aback, then suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky, which had just cleared up a bit. He was immediately horrified to see a swift black shadow approaching him at an unparalleled speed. In Zhou Ziwei's calculations, the object's landing point was precisely on the high ground where all the vehicles were located.
Missiles... Holy crap... General Bamo, you bastard... you actually wanted to use a missile to kill me.
Zhou Ziwei was slightly taken aback upon seeing this, and then he became completely enraged. Originally, he had some expectations and a playful attitude towards the battle with this General Bamo, but now, seeing this surging missile, he realized that he had really made a mistake this time.
War is terrifying, and the horror of a real army is far beyond his imagination. War is blood and fire, not a game that anyone can joke about, not even someone like him with supernatural soul abilities.
If he were alone, he might not feel any fear even when facing an entire powerful army. But since he lives in society, he cannot escape normal interpersonal relationships, and he cannot go anywhere alone...
Therefore... he had no room for frivolity when it came to war.
With his eyes slightly narrowed, watching the missile gradually approaching from afar, Zhou Ziwei's rage quickly subsided, replaced by a calm as if the thing flying from the sky was merely a migratory bird, not a missile capable of blasting an entire convoy into a pile of rubble in an instant.
The missile's speed was certainly not slow, but since it had already entered Zhou Ziwei's field of vision, with his incredibly fast reaction speed and magnified vision, the missile that flew like a meteor was actually almost no different from a mosquito slowly flying through the air.
Zhou Ziwei watched the missile approach silently, calculating the distance between them in his mind...
500 meters... 300 meters... 100 meters... 60 meters.
When the missile finally entered the range of Zhou Ziwei's soul power, Zhou Ziwei's eyebrows suddenly twitched slightly, and he pointed his finger towards the sky... At the same time, a high-quality soul bead that he had prepared beforehand, fused with more than twenty souls, suddenly appeared under the protection of soul power, moving at near-light speed, and in a flash, it swiftly collided with the missile that was falling menacingly from mid-air...
There was no loud explosion, nor any terrifying flames. After the rice-grain-sized object collided completely with the extremely powerful missile, it was as if nothing had happened. With the naked eye of an ordinary person, it would be impossible to see the rice-grain-sized black bead hitting the missile.
However, in the very next second, the missile, which was about to crash into the high ground where the jeeps were located, causing a terrible explosion, suddenly stopped in mid-air, then abruptly disintegrated, turning into a sky full of metal powder, which then drifted down from mid-air...
The decomposition ray... Although this attack method cannot reach far, Zhou Ziwei's soul power can now radiate within a radius of sixty meters. If used for defense now, it would be quite formidable...
It was just a small missile; a soul bead that had fused the souls of more than twenty missiles could easily disassemble it completely.
Everyone was stunned once again; those who had just witnessed that scene could hardly believe their eyes.
Zhou Ziwei's strength has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds, earning everyone's deep admiration. However, few people can truly understand Zhou Ziwei's true strength. At this moment, the children, who were idly watching the rainbow after the rain in the sky, clearly saw the missile flying from the horizon.
Children who have grown up exposed to the horrors of war are no strangers to such deadly weapons. These terrifying weapons, which seem to have grown wings, instill in them a deep, almost instinctive, fear and gratitude.
Amidst the loud screams, the children instinctively thought of Zhou Ziwei... the one who, in their eyes, was like a god.
And so... they soon saw Zhou Ziwei standing not far ahead in the open space, and watched as he angrily pointed to the sky...
Everyone was speechless with shock at Zhou Ziwei's finger pointing into the air. What a terrifying finger it was, capable of turning a missile several meters long into a cloud of metal powder... What terrifying power that was.
The Yelü brothers, who also witnessed this scene, became even more determined to follow Zhou Ziwei. They didn't expect to be as powerful as Zhou Ziwei one day, destroying a missile with a single finger... Such destructive power was too insane. For them, even if they could only kill a fly flying through the air with a single finger, that would be enough for them to boast about for the rest of their lives.
In a military camp more than twenty kilometers away, General Bamo, who also witnessed this scene through a satellite tracker, exclaimed in horror. He abruptly sat up from his leather sofa, his finger trembling as he pointed at the figure pointing angrily at the sky in the slightly blurry image, and said in a trembling voice, "Who...who is he? How could he...how could he destroy a missile with a single finger!"
A faint shadow was cast on the opposite wall. A voice, somewhat childish but with an aged tone, said in a sinister tone, "He is Samsara... a guy who's been making waves lately. It's said he's replaced the giant and become the new world's top ten assassins... Heh... You've provoked him. I think your time as a general is coming to an end."
General Bamo abruptly turned around, facing a young man with a cold expression, and angrily rebuked him in a deep voice: "Mr. Ito, what... what do you mean by that? You were the one who told me... I... when did I ever want to provoke this guy!"
The young man with a cold expression sneered and said, "But he doesn't know... In his mind, it's you, General Bamo, who's been blinded by greed, daring to plot against his reincarnation, and repeatedly sending your men to attack their convoys. Hmm... Just now you even used a missile, tsk tsk tsk... Didn't you see his expression on the screen? I bet he was truly enraged... If I were to just walk away now, this place would soon be a river of blood!"
Sigh… If that's the case, what's the point of keeping those missiles? One missile might not kill him, but what about ten, a hundred? And… I think your tactics have some problems… If you had organized a strong attack before the missile strike, you would have distracted him and prevented him from paying attention to anything else. And once he was slightly distracted, you could have launched dozens or even hundreds of missiles at once. I don't believe you couldn't have taken care of that guy… Hehe, even ants can kill an elephant if there are enough of them… General Bamo…”
General Bamo's expression stiffened slightly, then he gritted his teeth and said menacingly, "Mr. Ito, you can't do this. This cycle is your enemy. I can help you deal with him within my capabilities, but... you can't make me sacrifice my entire army for this!"
Volume 2 The Killer's Nightmare Chapter 318: Does Earth Have No Gravity?
General Bamo was furious at the young man's words. "Dozens or even hundreds of missiles at once? Do you think missiles are like cabbages? Each missile, even the cheapest one, is worth hundreds of thousands of US dollars. If you really launch a hundred in a row, that would cost at least fifty or sixty million US dollars..."
Besides, the reason why Bamo is able to hold onto his position and control the power of this region is because he has such a batch of powerful weapons that have a certain deterrent effect on the government forces.
If he really used up all of these hundreds of missiles just to deal with a jadeite merchant, would he still be able to remain a general?
You have to understand, those are missiles... not ordinary firearms. Generally speaking, they are high-quality items that money can't buy. He put in a lot of effort and asked many people for help to get this batch of missiles and their launchers.
Now, if he wanted to buy it again, he wouldn't have the means.
Seeing that General Bamo seemed somewhat unwilling, the young man called Ito's face immediately darkened, and he said coldly, "Bamo... don't forget... who helped you get this general's position twenty years ago? Just as I can make you the head of this local power overnight, I can also make you a penniless pauper overnight. You... think about it carefully!"
The young man's face hardened, and with a flicker of his body, he vanished into thin air...
Zhou Ziwei frowned slightly as he looked at the Heart of Flame in his palm, which had shrunk slightly. It was a good item, but unfortunately it was a consumable. If he continued to use it like this, the Heart of Flame would probably be completely used up in no time.
Hopefully, he can get some information about the Heart of Flame from General Bamo! As long as this thing still exists in the world, no matter how expensive it is, Zhou Ziwei will do everything in his power to obtain it.
Ultimately, strength is the foundation of security, while money is merely an external thing. Once you possess great strength, what does money matter?
The night was deep and silent. Zhou Ziwei sat alone in the dark single tent, slowly closing his eyes and beginning to condense the large amount of energy he had absorbed from the Heart of Flame during the day in his sea of souls using the Six-Syllable Mantra.
Perhaps it was because he had been using the Six-Syllable Mantra of Great Compassion recently, but he found that he was becoming faster and faster at condensing his soul power. In no time, another drop of orange liquid soul power appeared in the center of his sea of souls.
In the vast sea of souls, the thin mist that rose all around suddenly seemed much thinner.
Zhou Ziwei was overjoyed and practiced even more diligently. He didn't know how much time had passed when he finally discovered that there wasn't even a trace of misty soul power left in his soul power. The soul power stored in his sea of souls was just enough for him to condense the fifty-eighth drop of liquid soul power.
The absence of misty, ethereal soul power... this seems rather ominous...
Zhou Ziwei focused his mind on his sea of souls, and indeed, there wasn't even a trace of soul power in the misty state. At this moment, he had drawn all the soul power in his body into his sea of souls, so to others, his current state was basically like a state of suspended animation. The only way for him to get out of this state was to distribute the soul power he had drawn into his sea of souls back into his entire body.
At least in all the nerves of the body, there must be soul power infused into them so that he can perceive the outside world and have touch, hearing, sight, etc. If there is no soul power in the nerves, it is like there is no current in the wires, and such wires will not have any function.
Zhou Ziwei has used this method quite often these days to condense and absorb the soul power in his sea of souls. However, every time he condensed the misty soul power that filled his sea of souls into liquid, there would always be some misty soul power left over. Even just a little bit of misty soul power was enough for him to restore his body's perception.
Then, as long as Zhou Ziwei has just a tiny bit of soul power that can seep out of his body and wrap around the Heart of Flame or the bullet in his chest, he can quickly absorb a large amount of misty soul power into his sea of souls. In this way, he will be able to generate endlessly and there will be no need to worry about not having enough misty soul power.
However, this time, by some strange coincidence, when Zhou Ziwei condensed and refined the fifty-eighth drop of liquid soul power, he coincidentally consumed all the misty soul power floating around in the sea of souls.
This is troublesome.
Zhou Ziwei was completely focused on condensing liquid soul power and hadn't considered what he would do if this special situation occurred.
But once it's happened, there's no use in regretting it; all you can do is figure out how to resolve it.
Otherwise, he couldn't just keep his soul and consciousness trapped in his own sea of souls forever, could he? If that were the case... his physical body in reality would probably have to be treated like a vegetable.
Zhou Ziwei naturally could not tolerate this situation and could only try his best to find a solution.
Since the misty soul power is gone, is it possible to restore the liquid soul power back to its misty form?
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziwei's soul consciousness stirred slightly, and a drop of orange liquid soul power immediately rose from the center of the sea of souls, quietly floating in mid-air.
But how can we turn this drop of liquid soul power back into a gaseous state?
Zhou Ziwei stared blankly at the drop of soul power for a long time, but still couldn't come up with any clue.
To transform misty soul power into liquid soul power, one needs to continuously refine it with the Six-Syllable Mantra. Does this mean that to restore liquid soul power back to misty form, one must recite the Six-Syllable Mantra in reverse?
Well... it's not impossible, but the Six-Syllable Mantra is not something to be trifled with. Back then, Zhou Ziwei was able to preserve his soul during his execution by firing squad because he relied on the Six-Syllable Mantra to solidify his soul and thus had this lucky opportunity.
This means that the Six-Syllable Mantra definitely has the effect of solidifying the soul, but reciting the Six-Syllable Mantra in reverse might also have the effect of disintegrating the soul. What if he recited it in reverse and instead of converting the liquid soul power into mist, he directly caused his soul to dissipate?
Thinking of this, even though Zhou Ziwei no longer had physical features, his soul and consciousness still felt a chill run down his spine.
No, we absolutely cannot do this kind of nonsense.
Zhou Ziwei shook his head inwardly, immediately rejecting this bold approach.
Then he couldn't help but think, since this liquid soul power is still soul power, why do I have to convert it into a mist-like form before I can inject it back into my body? Hmm… if I directly inject this liquid soul power into my body, maybe that… would also be feasible…
Although there are only fifty-eight drops of liquid soul power in total, which seems pitifully small, if we disregard consumption, all fifty-odd drops of liquid soul power can be injected into the nerve fibers, which should be enough to fill all the nerve fibers in the body!
Of course, the Sea of Souls cannot be completely devoid of soul power, but it should be enough to keep it intact as long as a drop remains. You should know that this drop of soul power is equivalent to the energy of a thousand remnant souls, or the combined soul power of a hundred ordinary people. It is already quite substantial and should be sufficient to guard the Sea of Souls.
Thinking of this, Zhou Ziwei immediately mobilized more than ten drops of liquid soul power, fused them together, and then carefully tried to slowly infuse them into the nerve endings of his body...
With a "whoosh," as the liquid soul power slowly flowed into the nerve filament, Zhou Ziwei immediately felt an immense burning pain. He couldn't help but groan in pain, and then hurriedly pulled all the liquid soul power that had just penetrated a short distance into the nerve filament back into the sea of soul.
"How could this happen? It's enough to make someone die from the pain!"
Zhou Ziwei turned pale with shock. It seemed that even injecting just a dozen or so drops of liquid soul power into his body, let alone all fifty-odd drops, would be an extremely dangerous thing...
And this is before anything has even happened. Just letting the liquid soul power flow freely through his nerve fibers is already causing such terrifying pain. If his body were to suffer any impact or injury in this state, wouldn't he just die from the pain?
Zhou Ziwei suddenly realized that what he had just done was incredibly reckless.
To him, the soul power scattered throughout the nerve fibers of an ordinary person is negligible. However, if he simply multiplies the soul power flowing through his nerve fibers by a few times, his nerves will become abnormally sensitive, and the sensations of pain and itching will be amplified countless times. And that's only a few times; in fact, that amount of soul power is probably only in the single digits, or at most in the tens.
But how much soul power did he just pour into his nerve endings? That's thousands, tens of thousands... One drop of liquid soul power is equivalent to a thousand remnant soul energy, ten drops is ten thousand... That means... he just increased his sensitivity by tens of thousands of times... Damn, he really did escape with his life by not dying from the pain...
No, no, pouring in so much soul power at the same time is definitely not going to work... It seems... at most, I can only use one drop... If all else fails, if this drop of liquid soul power cannot be poured into the nerves throughout the body, or even just connected to the surface so that it can penetrate to the outside world, then I can try to let this drop of liquid soul power come into contact with that Heart of Flame and see if I can reabsorb that pure energy from the Heart of Flame through this method, and then convert it into mist-like soul power to fill the Sea of Souls.
So Zhou Ziwei quickly sent back all the dozen or so drops of soul power that had been added later, leaving only the last drop. Then, using his soul consciousness to guide it, he slowly dripped it into the mysterious nerve sensory line...
He felt a sharp, burning pain again, rising suddenly with the infusion of liquid soul power. However, this time the burning pain was much less intense, completely unlike the excruciating pain of the last time. At least he could barely endure this level of burning pain, whereas last time it was beyond his control. He estimated that if that deadly burning pain had lasted even a little longer, he would have been driven insane, if not killed.
There was really no other way to think of now, so Zhou Ziwei could only grit his teeth and persevere, allowing the drop of soul power that had just seeped into the nerve fibers to slowly extend along the main channels of the nerve fibers...
The burning pain continued to spread, but Zhou Ziwei seemed to have adapted somewhat. After being nourished by the power of the soul for so long and tempered by the five drops of the water of reincarnation, the nerves in his body had become tough enough that they did not collapse under the infusion of this drop of liquid soul power.
Slowly... Zhou Ziwei's face began to regain sensation, his vision, hearing, touch, smell, and taste returned... Then his neck, hands, feet, torso, and limbs all regained sensation little by little in a short period of time.
This... how is this possible... just a drop of soul power, yet it has flowed throughout my entire body like this.
To Zhou Ziwei's horror, the drop of liquid soul power seemed to stretch infinitely after entering his nerves, instantly covering every nerve in his body without missing a single one.
This is simply unbelievable... He originally thought that he would have to pour all fifty-odd drops of liquid soul power from his sea of souls into his nerves to barely fill all the nerves in his body, but he didn't expect that just one drop would do the trick.
Moreover, Zhou Ziwei's soul consciousness scan revealed that this drop of soul power had not transformed into a mist; it was still liquid, only that it had been infinitely stretched along the body's nerve lines.
Damn, this feeling is really not pleasant...
Although Zhou Ziwei sensed that this phenomenon was somewhat strange, he had no intention of investigating it further at the moment, because as that drop of soul power extended, the deadly burning pain also flowed to every organ and every corner of his body, bathing him in an extremely painful sensation.
No... I need to quickly absorb some pure energy from that heart of flame to replace this liquid soul power and control my body...
Zhou Ziwei took a deep breath, enduring the excruciating pain, and let the wisp of liquid soul power, extended to almost infinite length, burst forth and instantly coiled around the heart of flame he held in his hand.
Previously, he could only effectively absorb the pure energy within a Flame Heart by completely enveloping it with gaseous soul power. But now... he could only draw out a tiny wisp of liquid soul power, many times finer than a silkworm's thread. How could he possibly envelop a Flame Heart that was only half the size of a fist?
Because Zhou Ziwei was inside a tightly sealed tent, and it was late at night, the Heart of Flame hadn't absorbed much light energy from the outside world, so the amount of energy it could convert was extremely limited. After binding the Heart of Flame with a wisp of soul power, Zhou Ziwei immediately reached out to unzip the tent, intending to let the Heart of Flame absorb some light energy first, and then see if he could extract any energy from it. However, he hadn't expected his body's agility to be many times greater than usual. Just by raising his hand, his entire body jerked upwards with the movement of his arm, causing him to float half a foot into the air while still seated…
Zhou Ziwei remained suspended about half a foot off the ground for a full second before slowly and leisurely falling back to the ground.