Immortal? Monster? Superman? Iron Man? Captain?
Zhao Yuanyuan's brain was a mess. Countless demons, immortals, devils, and superheroes were running around in her mind.
The scene that had just happened had overturned her common sense and worldview. The scene that she had only seen in movies and TV actually happened in front of her. It was easy to imagine the impact it had on the round-faced girl.
In fact, Zuo Yi's punch hadn't even used one percent of its strength. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want the wreckage to fall and hurt the people lying on the ground, he could have blown up the armed helicopter in the air with just a little more strength.
Instead of just knocking it down.
But Zhao Yuanyuan still felt extremely shocked. Looking at the burning flames in front of her, she even felt her heart beating faster and her blood surging. Something was about to burst out!
"Uncle …"
The round-faced girl blushed and asked, "Are you a cultivator?"
Cultivator?
Zuo Yi couldn't help but laugh. He shook his head and said, "No."
"Uh …"
Zhao Yuanyuan covered her burning face. She felt that her question was a little embarrassing.
But soon her eyes widened. "Oh my, the fire is getting bigger!"
The armed helicopter that Zuo Yi had shot down was filled with fuel, so the fire was quite big. It had ignited the trees on the mountainside.
Zuo Yi also noticed this problem. He bent his legs and jumped up high. In a breath's time, he was above the fallen armed helicopter. Then he punched down.
Boom!
Accompanied by a deafening sound, the burning helicopter was like a heavy hammer that weighed tens of millions of tons. The body of the helicopter was instantly turned into fine powder. At the same time, a huge crater appeared in the mountain.
The surrounding bushes that were on fire were also suppressed and annihilated by the powerful fist force!
Only a few wisps of smoke were left, proving that there had just been a big fire.
Zuo Yi put out the fire with his fist. Then he turned back in the air and landed on his original position.
It took at most five seconds!
Zhao Yuanyuan: (⊙ ﹏ ⊙) b
Zuo Yi chuckled. He sat down on the chair again and poured himself another cup of tea.
"Uncle."
Zhao Yuanyuan finally came back to her senses. She clenched her fists and held her chin. Her eyes were bright as she asked, "How did you do it? Are you really not an immortal? "
At this moment, the round-faced girl had transformed into a curious child.
Zuo Yi smiled and said, "We're known as supernatural beings."
Zhao Yuanyuan possessed the talent of a supernatural being, but it had yet to be awakened. Therefore, Zuo Yi did not mind revealing some of the secrets of this world to her.
"Transcendent …"
The round-faced girl mumbled to herself and asked again, "Uncle, are there many Extraordinaires like you?"
"There are many Extraordinaires."
Zuo Yi explained patiently, "The master of this God of Shamans Temple is also a supernatural being."
The night was long, and with someone to chat with, it wouldn't be too boring.
As time passed, more and more refugees arrived at the Witch Goddess Temple. Other than the Da Xia citizens, there were also people from other countries.
After asking around, Zuo Yi found out that most of these people were friends or even relatives of the local Da Xia citizens. When they heard the news, they were worried that something might happen, so they came over in groups.
Zuo Yi did not turn away these unexpected visitors and allowed them to rest inside.
Meanwhile, the expedition team members and tourists who had been unconscious in the temple started waking up one after another.
Zhao Yuanyuan could no longer be bothered to ask Zuo Yi about the secrets of the supernatural beings. She hurried over to meet up with her classmates and teachers to explain the current situation to them.
This round-faced girl with rather thick nerves also did a good job of calming down her teachers and classmates who had just woken up and were panicking.
But the tourists from other countries were a little more troublesome.
"Annie!"
A middle-aged man with a big nose bellowed, "Where did you hide my wife? Answer me! "
He was very agitated and waved his arms around in a crazed manner. "Annie!"
The people around him dodged in fear.
The middle-aged man's emotions also affected some of the other tourists. They looked around in panic, searching for their loved ones. When they found nothing, they also became agitated.
"Oh my God!"
"Can someone tell me what's going on?"
"Please, help me find my child!"
"I want to get out of here!"
"Silence!"
Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Zuo Yi stood in front of the temple and shouted in English, "This is the safest place in Dyson City right now. If anyone wants to leave, I won't stop you, but I won't guarantee your safety either!"
As he gave the warning, he also released a trace of mental deterrence. The temple instantly fell silent. Although many people still had uneasy expressions on their faces, at least they were no longer panicking and making a ruckus.
Zuo Yi continued, "If your loved ones and companions aren't here, you won't be able to find them anywhere else. I've already killed the culprit, and his body is up there."
Zuo Yi pointed at the altar in the middle of the blood pool. "My condolences."
Some of the tourists who couldn't find their loved ones immediately showed looks of despair. Some even started crying.
"No!"
The middle-aged man who had lost his wife roared. "I don't believe it. You're lying to me. It must be you who …"
Before he could finish his words, his eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.
"He's fine."
Zuo Yi said indifferently. "He just needs to sleep. Now, if any of you want to leave, you can leave. If you want to stay, please keep order and be quiet. Help is on the way."
Everyone in the temple kept quiet out of fear. Everyone looked at each other, but no one chose to leave.
They could only choose to believe in Zuo Yi and not run out to take the risk.
They were also in awe of Zuo Yi's mysterious method of knocking out the middle-aged man without making a sound.
"Uncle."
Zhao Yuanyuan ran over and whispered, "You're so cool!"
The round-faced girl had reached the level of worship for Zuo Yi. She had become a little fangirl of her idol.
Zuo Yi smiled.
But the next moment, he frowned.
The sound of helicopter rotors came from outside again. He could also hear the faint sound of sirens in the distance.
Zuo Yi immediately returned to the stairway.
At the foot of Longe Mountain, there was a large number of military police in the square in front of the stairway. There were also dozens of police cars and armored vehicles. Hundreds of fully armed soldiers had just rushed up the stairway.
In the sky, there were two new armed helicopters circling back and forth, but they didn't dare to get too close to the Witch God Temple.
The army of the Randar Province's governor, Bethney, had finally appeared!
They came quickly.
These local warlords, whether it was military quality or combat power, were completely incomparable to the army of a real strong country. Moreover, the military base stationed in Dyson was on the other side of the city.
Seeing such a scene, Zuo Yi didn't hesitate to take out the Crimson Dragon Sword that he had used to kill the Minotaur Troll. He swung it down at the stairway below!
The moment the heavy sword appeared, blazing flames surged out from the sword. A crimson sword aura instantly pierced through a distance of hundreds of meters and slashed heavily on the stairway.
The next moment, in the middle of the stairway that was paved with thousands of tons of bluestone, there was a huge sword mark that was one meter deep. All the broken parts of the stone showed signs of melting!
Boom!
The entire mountain trembled. Countless stones and mud rolled down. It was as if the end of the world was coming!
And such a terrifying scene scared the native soldiers who had just rushed up the stairway. Some of them fell on the stairs in a sorry state. Some screamed in fear. Some turned around and ran. Some dropped their weapons and knelt down to kowtow.
They prayed for the Witch God's forgiveness!
The square in front of the stairway was also in chaos. The two armed helicopters in the sky immediately turned around and distanced themselves from the Witch God Temple.
Zuo Yi stood with his sword in hand. He looked down at the chaos below the mountain with a sharp gaze.
The sword just now was only a warning. If the other party didn't understand and still wanted to rush up, then no matter how many people came, Zuo Yi would let them know what it meant to be a sacred knight who once fought against a million soldiers!
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