Chapter 319: Group Annihilation

On the left, a viscous ink‑colored dense fog spread out without any warning.

It was a cunning operative from the North American Union, code‑named "Fushe Zhi Ying".

As the black fog touched the bridge's asphalt, a piercing sizzle rang up into the sky.

The hard ground was corroded into deep pits, belching waves of nauseating yellow smoke.

The black fog, as if a sentient creature, swiftly sealed off all of Chen Shao's escape routes.

On the right, a hulking man over two meters tall followed closely.

The man's skull had been forcibly split open, a massive bio‑chainsaw embedded directly between his brain matter and steel.

The chainsaw's belt was made from pale bone fragments, and when it spun wildly, it sprayed oil streaked with blood.

"Die, you Eastern mongrel!"

The chainsaw man roared, and the engine's roar drowned out the wind.

His leg muscles swelled to their limit, turning him into a crimson afterimage; the chainsaw in his hand lunged straight at Chen Shao's solar plexus.

This coordination could be called flawless.

One restricted movement, the other unleashed a finishing move.

On overseas battlefields, they have shredded countless long‑renowned aberrants with this tactic.

Chen Shao stood his ground.

He was even too lazy to smooth the creases on his suit.

Facing a chainsaw capable of cleaving a tank in half, his indifferent face showed no sign of panic.

"Is this the trump card you pride yourselves on?"

Chen Shao's voice carried clearly through the wind, steady enough to chill the heart.

In his right eye, the deep‑red hue at the pupil's core ignited instantly.

A ghostly light swirled within the socket.

Dominating Demon Eye, full power engaged.

In an instant.

With Chen Shao as the center, the surrounding space began to quake violently.

The raging black fog seemed to slam into an invisible iron wall, forced to stop half a meter away.

Immediately after, a tangible psychic wave rippled outward in a circular burst.

It was not wind, but a hammer forged purely from condensed mental force.

The sprinting chainsaw man felt the air around his body turn into solid cement.

His high‑speed rotating chainsaw halted dead‑stop just under ten centimeters from Chen Shao's chest.

The belt still screeched wildly, scattering sparks in all directions.

Yet no matter how he roared, or how he overdrawn his Anomalous Power, he could not advance another inch.

How...... possible......

In the chainsaw man's blood‑veined eyes, the emotion named fear finally surfaced.

He realized he could not only not move forward, but even retreat was a luxury.

Chen Shao stared at him, his gaze full of contempt for the lower‑class creature.

"The use of Rules isn't solved by a louder voice."

Chen Shao brought his five right fingers together, grasping at empty air.

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone cracking rang especially harshly on the silent bridge.

The chainsaw man let out a howl; his massive arms, under the pressure of invisible force, twisted like a pretzel.

The bone splinters pierced the skin, and blood gushed wildly along the contorted limbs.

But that was only the beginning.

Chen Shao's palm continued to contract.

The chainsaw man's massive body began collapsing toward the center.

His chest cavity was crushed flat, ribs snapping one by one, stabbing into his organs.

Under a gaze of extreme terror, the two‑meter‑tall giant was kneaded by an invisible giant hand into a blood‑splattered sphere.

The metal chainsaw was also crushed into a lump of scrap, deeply embedded in his skull.

Finally.

Chen Shao flicked his hand casually.

The formless flesh ball was flung toward the underside of the bridge, plunging into the raging river.

The cunning operative within the black fog stared dumbfounded.

His ever‑proud corrosive black fog, before Chen Shao's Psychic Force Shield, was like surf hitting a rock.

It not only failed to wound him at all, but was continuously shrunk by the aura emanating from Chen Shao.

"Madman… you're a devil!"

A terrified scream echoed from the black fog.

Seeing his comrade instantly killed, he had no courage left to keep fighting.

The black fog suddenly contracted, trying to split into thin streams to slip through the bridge's cracks and escape.

"Since you came, stay here forever."

Chen Shao let out a cold snort.

The red glow in his right eye flickered again.

The black mist that tried to disperse was, as if a vacuum cleaner had locked onto it, forcibly gathered into the air.

No matter how the black mist surged left and right, it could not break free of that terrifying pull.

Chen Shao lifted it with one hand.

Telekinetic energy interwove in midair, forming a transparent spherical container.

The black mist was sealed inside the sphere, frantically striking its inner wall.

"Please! Let me go! I was just doing it for money!"

The plea came from the Telekinetic Sphere, carrying a twisted sob.

Chen Shao's face was expressionless.

He doesn't need the loyalty of such treacherous trash.

He pinched sharply with his right hand.

Bang!

Accompanied by a muffled blast.

The transparent Telekinetic Sphere instantly collapsed inward.

The black mist inside was compressed to the extreme, and together with the rogue's soul, was completely erased.

A dark crimson rain of blood was scattered across the midair.

Chen Shao turned around again.

The sniper who had been convulsing on the ground was now completely limp.

He had witnessed the entire slaughter of his comrades.

Those two top experts who had been hyped overseas couldn't even last three minutes before this Eastern man.

This is not a battle.

It is clearly a one‑sided massacre.

That gulf‑like power gap completely shattered the last ounce of pride in the sniper's heart.

He watched Chen Shao approach step by step, his body trembling like a sieve.

"You... who exactly are you..."

The sniper's voice was hoarse, his teeth chattering.

He had previously thought Chen Shao was just a lucky rogue.

Now he understands.

To Chen Shao, people like them are probably no different from weeds by the roadside.

Chen Shao walked up to him and crouched.

He extended his long, fair hands and grabbed the sniper's collar.

"Who I am is irrelevant."

"What matters is that you so‑called civilized bandits shouldn't be here."

Chen Shao's tone was light, yet carried an unquestionable sense of judgment.

The sniper's gaze scattered.

He recalled his youthful vigor while on missions abroad.

He remembered his contempt for the Eastern rogue.

Those regrets and unwillingness ultimately turned into endless despair.

"I'll see you off."

Chen Shao exerted force with his fingers.

Click.

The sound of a neck vertebra snapping.

The sniper's head drooped softy to one side, his eyes wide open, refusing to close.

Chen Shao stood, pulled a pristine handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped his fingertips.

He looked up at the scarlet Blood Moon.

The smoke over the bridge gradually cleared, leaving only a pungent scent of blood.

He casually tossed the blood‑stained handkerchief.

The handkerchief fluttered in the wind.

Chen Shao's figure flashed, vanishing into the night.

Meanwhile.

At the top of a skyscraper not far away.

Sai Men, wearing a Gray Mask, leaned elegantly against the antenna pole.

He held the Eyeball Staff in his hand, the eyeball fixed on the bridge.

"What a splendid performance."

Sai Men let out a mocking laugh.

He pulled a Bronze Pocket Watch, a Divine Gift, from his coat, its hands frantically jumping.

"This guy is becoming more like a real monster."

"It seems something remarkable has also changed over there."

Sai Men straightened up and adjusted his suit.

He looked toward the other side of the city, where Su Ming was.

"If two monsters collide, they'd surely spark beautiful fireworks, right?"

They spread their arms, letting the raging wind flutter their robe's hem.

Behind them, the red moonlight stretched their Shadow long—very long.

It resembled a claw‑waving demon, poised to drag the whole city into the Abyss.