"If this chase goes on, I'm afraid the whole world will turn into a high-temperature environment!"
Yang Yuan's eyes flashed with even more killing intent; the Drought Fiend must be eradicated, or the natural disasters would never end.
He wasn't doing this for the sake of the world or the country; he really just wanted a sip of water, to live a little more comfortably.
But the Firepower Flying Disc was still not at a high enough level and would require some more time.
He wondered if there was an upgrade limit for items?
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, in another place, he spotted a Drought Fiend.
This Drought Fiend resembled a bull, over five meters tall, similarly shriveled, without flames on its body, but wherever it passed, the ground cracked, vegetation burned, and it sparked a raging wildfire.
In addition to this spot, within a 160-kilometer radius in that direction, there were over a dozen Drought Fiends.
"Are those people killing the Drought Fiends?"
Suddenly he saw a group of people attacking a two-meter-tall Drought Fiend about ten kilometers from his location.
The group moved fast, circling the wolf-shaped Drought Fiend, either unleashing blade lights or using earth spikes or incomprehensible supernatural attacks.
Someone even created a dense mass of earth spikes, leaving the wolf-shaped Drought Fiend no place to hide.
Within a few moments, the wolf-shaped Drought Fiend was slain, and the group began dividing the spoils.
One person extracted what seemed to be a Spirit Monster Core from the Drought Fiend's corpse, while the others cut the body into eight pieces and divided it.
After distributing, the group quickly dispersed, some rushing to distant places, others disappearing on the spot.
Such bizarre supernatural abilities.
"Is the Drought Fiend really so easy to kill?"
Yang Yuan stopped tracking and called back the Firepower Flying Disc, pondering with doubt in his heart: "Or perhaps, it wasn't a Drought Fiend at all, but some sort of spirit monster born in a high-temperature environment?"
He felt the latter possibility was more likely.
Because in his previous memory, even a nuclear bomb couldn't kill a Drought Fiend; how could it be killed so easily?
Of course, perhaps the Drought Fiend itself is a very powerful spirit monster.
"However, even if it's not a real Drought Fiend, most likely those monsters possess Drought Fiend abilities, evaporating water and causing high-temperature disasters and droughts."
Yang Yuan's eyes darkened, knowing that high-temperature environments lead to low pressure, causing symptoms like chest tightness and lack of oxygen.
Even though he had a cooler, it could only cool a small area, and he didn't know if it could alleviate such conditions.
Suddenly—
A vague sense of being watched appeared.
Yang Yuan's brow furrowed, and he quickly used the Firepower Flying Disc to scout the surroundings.
At the doorway of the Safe House, Jiang Yiyi, who was helping Zhao Jiayan put the cooler back in the box, suddenly stood up.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Jiayan asked, instinctively pulling out a handgun, but then realized it wasn't very powerful and rushed into the Safe House to retrieve Yang Yuan's special gun.
At that moment, Jiang Yiyi's face suddenly changed dramatically, and she dashed towards Yang Yuan, shouting, "Big Brother, be careful..."
"Bang—"
Before she could finish her sentence, a thick earth spike shot up from the ground, catapulting Yang Yuan dozens of meters into the air.
The Power Armor he had just upgraded and barely had a chance to experience was instantly scrapped, the exoskeleton below his chest completely shattered.
Yet, thanks to the Power Armor's cushioning, combined with his enhanced physical condition after pushing his limits, Yang Yuan emerged without a scratch, albeit greatly scared.
"Too small!" A figure suddenly appeared beside Jiang Yiyi, raising a hand to strike her on the head.
"Stop!" Yang Yuan, still airborne, had a drastic change in expression.
"Bang!"
The figure's palm strike instantly blasted a crater in the ground, but Jiang Yiyi suddenly disappeared without a trace.
"Huh?" The figure was taken aback, as he had missed his target.
At the same time, Zhao Jiayan quickly raised her pistol and fired at the figure.
"A handgun?" The figure showed a mocking expression, conjuring a dirt wall in front of him with a wave of hand.
"Boom—"
Zhao Jiayan's arm jerked violently back, the terrifying recoil making it impossible for her to hold the gun steady.
In the deafening roar, the earthen wall in front of the unwelcome guest burst apart, sending him flying.
"Bang!" "Bang!"
Yang Yuan and the intruder hit the ground almost simultaneously.
But unlike Yang Yuan, who was unscathed, the interloper slammed into a boulder, in too much pain to remain conscious.
"Holy shit... Is that a handgun?!!"
The intruder's face twisted in agony, showing incredulity.
"My Power Armor!!"
Yang Yuan looked at his Power Armor, now only covering above the chest, his face turning extremely dark.
Thankfully, the helmet linking the neurons was undamaged, allowing him to still control the Firepower Flying Disc.
But it couldn't quell his fury; he picked up Zhao Jiayan's pistol, aimed at the man over ten meters away, and pulled the trigger.
The man's face changed drastically, no longer daring to underestimate this gun, and he hurriedly endured the pain to dive underground and vanish.
"Boom!"
A large crater appeared where he had been.
"He's there!" Jiang Yiyi materialized, urgently pointing out a direction.
"Boom!"
Yang Yuan unwaveringly trusted Jiang Yiyi, firing towards the direction she indicated.
In the loud roar, thirty meters away, a burst of blood erupted.
A figure appeared, his shoulder hit so hard the flesh shredded, bones exposed.
"Damn it!!"
The man cursed in agony, disappearing underground again.
"He's inside that rock..." Jiang Yiyi angrily pointed to a large boulder.
Yang Yuan adjusted his aim.
"Boom—"
Fifty meters away, a massive three-meter boulder was blown open with a half-meter-wide hole, debris flying everywhere.
"Stop..."
The intruder was blown out, unable to land immediately, and his expression finally changed as he shouted, "I'm a vanguard of the Demon Extermination Team, you can't kill me..."
While speaking, he abruptly tossed a small flag toward the ground.
"Boom!"
However, the next moment, his forehead collapsed inward from a shot, tearing off all the skin and flesh from his face, with the immense impact sending him flying back.
"Your physique is strong, but it's useless!!"
Yang Yuan, with a cold face, fired the last bullet.
"Boom!"
Finally, the man's head exploded, his headless body flying back and coming to a stop only when crashing into a giant rock.
The next instant, over a hundred Spirit Monster Cores spilled out from the headless body.
And at that moment, the small flag on the ground lit up, and eight figures appeared out of thin air, both male and female, revealing themselves as the same group who had killed the wolf-shaped Drought Fiend ten kilometers out.
"Old Five is dead!"
"How dare you kill someone from the Demon Extermination Team..."
"The guy in half-body armor over there is also someone who broke through his limits, he must be the culprit!"
"Kill him!"
As soon as they appeared, the group yelled furiously, ready to attack.
Yet the next moment, a gigantic object slowly rose from afar, its cannon, with a caliber exceeding a meter, aimed at them.
A strong sense of impending doom loomed.
Instantly, all of them panicked, subconsciously raising their hands.
"Wait, this is a misunderstanding..."
"Yes, this is a misunderstanding, brother, don't act recklessly, we're part of the Demon Extermination Team, heroes serving people like you!"
"Don't dishearten the heroes..."
"Exactly, exactly."
"Stay calm!"
"Don't break our spirits..."
In an environment where the temperature was almost boiling, the eight people were drenched in cold sweat, staring dumbfounded at the enormous Firepower Flying Disc in the sky.