Chapter 308: Standoff

The mutated giant dog slammed onto the ground, its impact causing the whole street to shudder three times.

The asphalt road surface seemed struck by a battering ram, spiderweb‑like cracks spreading instantly.

The thick smoke and Blood Mist were violently torn apart by the force, revealing the nauseating behemoth in the arena.

Crawling flesh tumor, pitch‑black slime, and a stench of decay.

Yet everyone's gaze quickly shifted from the monster to the man standing on its back.

Zhang Wei.

He wore a cheap suit soaked with blood, his hair greasy against his scalp, while his face bore an extremely pathological frenzy and exhilaration.

He spread his arms, greedily inhaling the filthy air of this apocalypse, as if he were a king descending upon the scene.

Below him, on the mountain‑shaped forehead of the giant dog, a blood‑red seal pattern flickered with a weird light, the glow seeming alive, crawling beneath the skin.

Ha ha...... ha ha ha ha ha!

Zhang Wei let out a harsh cackle, the laugh filled with the madness of a petty man in triumph.

He scanned the nearby special forces squad led by Lei Yu with a gaze that treated them like trash, a supremely contemptuous curl forming at the corner of his mouth.

He paid no heed to these official forces, his eyes passing straight over them, fixed on the Treasure Box at the intersection's center that emitted an uncanny red glow.

Greed.

Unconcealed, like a starving wild dog after three days and nights seeing a table full of fat meat.

"Good stuff...... really good stuff......" he muttered, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Then he finally turned his gaze to the Raincoat Man who had been standing beside the Treasure Box, exuding an ominous aura.

Zhang Wei lifted his chin, pointing his nostrils at the Raincoat Man, his tone arrogantly extreme.

"Stop striking poses there, it's disgusting to watch. Now, this place is mine, that box is also mine. If you're sensible, get the hell out of my way, or else......"

He paused, his smile turning monstrously fierce.

"Otherwise I'll chop you to pieces and feed my obedient dog at my feet!"

The shadow beneath the Raincoat Man's hood shifted, that wind‑box‑like laugh rang out again, this time tinged with an offended chill.

He slowly raised the Boning Knife in his hand, the tip pointing far toward Zhang Wei.

The murderous intent collided silently.

"Just because you?" the Raincoat Man's voice sounded like a rusted saw pulling at bone, "and those… trash behind you that aren't even human?"

"Trash?"

Zhang Wei's smile vanished instantly, replaced by an incensed fury.

He jerked his hand up sharply and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

The crisp sound echoed across the chaotic street.

The next second, the survivors behind him who had been trembling from the giant dog, and several Mutated Monsters also controlled by the seal, froze rigidly.

Their gazes instantly lost all luster, turning cloudy and hollow, leaving only primal madness and obedience.

Roar!

Kill!

Dozens of enslaved human survivors and several differently‑shaped Mutated Monsters let out roars from throats that were not human.

They seemed to receive an unbreakable command, wildly raising whatever they could grasp—steel pipes, bricks, even arms torn from comrades' corpses.

A chaotic, rapidly formed flesh‑shield formation of humans and monsters, utterly devoid of reason, was completed.

In the distance, Su Ming saw the scene, his pupils narrowing slightly.

Seal of Domination.

Again this thing.

In his previous life, he had seen too many lucky ones who obtained this Divine Gift, only to be corroded by its power in a short time, becoming more vicious than monsters.

Clearly, the fellow called Zhang Wei had completely sunk.

"Up!"

Zhang Wei's hand swung down heavily, issuing the cruelest order.

"Rend him to pieces! Tear that short‑sighted thing into fragments for me!"

Awo—!

The moment the command was given, the controlled Death Soldiers surged like a breached dam, mad‑dogging toward the Raincoat Man in a brutal suicidal charge.

Their faces showed no fear or hesitation, only pure destructive urge after their wills were erased.

The Raincoat Man stood still, unmoving.

He simply held the Boning Knife at a subtle angle across his front, his face once again wearing that ghoulish grin of a spectator.

Leading the charge was a burly man, brandishing a rust‑spotted Firefighting Pipe.

The instant he stepped within five meters of the Raincoat Man.

No sound.

No omen.

The man's running body, together with the Firefighting Pipe, instantly disintegrated mid‑air into uniformly sized, clean‑cut Building Blocks.

Fresh blood and entrails burst, turning into a thick blood rain that drenched the followers behind.

The Visual Trap's Rules activated again.

Yet this scene, enough to drive any normal person mad, failed to make the slaves behind pause.

They seemed to not see their comrades' gruesome deaths, expressionless, treading over the scattered flesh and entrails, howling and continuing their frantic rush.

One after another.

The second woman who rushed into the area had her lower half sliced off instantly, and her upper half, propelled by inertia, flew far away and slammed onto the ground.

The third, the fourth......

Limb fragments and severed arms fluttered through the sky, and the Blood Mist almost completely engulfed Raincoat Man's figure.

This is no longer a battle.

It is the bloodiest, most barbaric Fill-the-Pit Game that consumes Rules with human lives.

Zhang Wei stood on the giant dog's back, watching the slaughter he directed single‑handedly, and a look of extreme delight spread across his face.

He enjoyed the feeling of controlling others' lives and deaths.

The people he enslaved, in his eyes, were not even tools—just a string of numbers that could be consumed at any time.

A Mutant under his control was especially massive, its arms mutated into two coarse Stone Hammers.

During its charge, it swung the Stone Hammers aimlessly, wildly destroying everything around it.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar.

It swung a hammer through the air and slammed it hard onto the Stone Pillar at the road's center that bore the Divine Gift.

The sturdy Stone Pillar shuddered violently, and its base silently cracked open a visible fissure.

The crack spread across the Stone Pillar's surface like black lightning, racing swiftly.

But at this moment, no one paid attention to that detail.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the brutal charge.

"Die! All of you, go die!"

Zhang Wei frantically activated the power of the seal, squeezing the life out of each slave.

In just a few dozen seconds, dozens of slaves died, leaving only the last two or three.

But their sacrifice was not without value.

Corpses and shredded flesh piled up like a mountain, forcibly paving a Blood Road that led to Raincoat Man.

The two remaining Mutated Monsters, one on the left and one on the right, roared from different angles and successfully surged to within less than three meters of Raincoat Man!

That distance already breached the safest range of the Visual Trap.

Raincoat Man's face, which had been wearing a grotesque grin, finally grew grim.

He no longer kept that fixed posture; the wrist gripping the Boning Knife began to spin rapidly, adjusting the blade's angle to meet impacts from all directions.

His game was disrupted.

The once‑carefree hunter was now forced into a butcher who had to stagger and block clumsily.

"Mince! I see how long you can keep pretending!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wei laughed even more wildly, his murderous glare fully exposed.

The giant dog beneath his feet also sensed its master's will, grew restless, let out a low growl, its massive body lowered slightly, assuming a stance ready to pounce at any moment.

The air at the crossroads solidified to the extreme.