Usually, he'd just keep his eyes open and closed one at a time, but in the presence of this world-destroying demon, he can no longer remain indifferent. Principal Wu Yue must now take a clear stand. Even more surprising is that Mayor Luo Chunming of Kyoto has also arrived. Seeing Zhao Fuzhong's true nature, he turns to Zhao and says, "I never thought you'd be so cruel! With 6 billion people on Earth and 60 precious lives, you've devastated them, slaughtered them mercilessly. You're anti-human, anti-society, anti-government—and anti-anything else!" "Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm anti-everything! I can't stand this world. God created it—I'm going to destroy it, including humanity itself!" Hearing Zhao's words, Mayor Luo immediately calls the military commander of Kyoto Military Region. Within moments, the military headquarters dispatches an entire army to the scene. Tanks, armored vehicles, heavy artillery—even missiles—are all transported. And now, they open fire on Zhao Fuzhong, standing on the football field of Kyoto University. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A series of thunderous explosions, with thousands of cannons firing simultaneously. Yet, when the smoke cleared, there were no shadows left on the football field. "He's dead! He was killed by the artillery!" said a tank gunner. Just as he uttered these words, a man suddenly gripped his neck with a strong, powerful hand, his face turning pale. "Zhao Fu-chou! He's not dead! He's the monster! Everyone, run! Run quickly!" Luo Chunming shouted to the crowd. Everyone scattered in panic, while Zhao Fu-chou immediately tightened his grip on Luo Chunming's throat. Luo Chunming realized that Zhao Fu-chou's body had undergone a transformation—now he appeared terrifyingly like a zombie. "You! You're not my distant relative, are you? Who exactly are you?" Luo Chunming felt deeply frightened. "Hahaha! Your distant relative died long ago—eaten by me! Then, I transformed into his form to deceive you!" Zhao Fu-chou revealed his fierce fangs, his arm, like a withered tree, tightly clamping around Luo Chunming's neck. No matter how hard Luo Chunming struggled, he could only utter in despair, "Heavenly deities! Heavenly deities! What a cruel fate! What a cruel fate!" "Hmph! You're going to die!" As Zhao Fu-chou spoke, he prepared to press harder on Luo Chunming's neck. Unexpectedly, his arm was bitten by a fierce beast. "Ah!" A finger was severed from Zhao Fu-chou's hand, and he cried out in pain. Looking down—he was amazed. It was the same Tibetan mastiff again. You're going to die! Everyone here is going to die! With a snarl, Zhao Fu-chou snapped his teeth wide open and immediately drew out a pipe from his person, hoping to summon the same effect as before—exhaling a mist of smoke to knock the mastiff unconscious. But the mastiff was no ordinary beast—it was a spiritually aware mythical creature. The sovereign of Eastern divine dogs didn't wait for the smoke to reach it; instead, it leapt into the air. "Master! The Tibetan mastiff suddenly spoke in human language, and at this moment, Highlight was in great danger, as the embroidered ball continued to burn steadily. With all his remaining strength, Highlight turned to the Iron General and said, "Don't worry about me! Go save the others! Go quickly!" "Master!" The Iron General, full of tears, could not bear to leave. He circled around Highlight, tail wagging, and repeatedly charged toward the embroidered ball in Highlight's hands, but was stopped by Highlight's command. For this was a critical moment—no one could help Highlight at this time. The Iron General was pushed back by Highlight's command and then maneuvered skillfully around Zhao Fuzhong, avoiding direct confrontation, which greatly irritated Zhao Fuzhong. Meanwhile, although the Jingdu Military District's army deployed their long spears and cannons, Zhao Fuzhong simply raised his arms into the air, and thousands of zombies surged forth. A dark, overwhelming tide of zombies surged forward, charging the army. The zombies were knocked down, only to be followed by fresh waves, and the number kept growing with every assault. And Zhao, in pursuit of vengeance, laughed wildly and arrogantly: "I fear nothing on earth or heaven, no gods either! I am truly invincible throughout the world!" At that moment, the embroidered ball clutched in Gao Liang's hands burned out completely. Gao Liang's forehead glistened with sweat, his body drained and weak. His energy had dwindled to just one-tenth of its original. Moving even slightly became a great struggle. Fortunately, the complete consumption of the embroidered ball's energy prevented a catastrophic explosion akin to an atomic bomb, allowing Gao Liang to trade his own energy for the peace of the entire world. Zhao's true intention, however, was not merely to challenge Gao Liang—he sought to defeat and kill him. That was Zhao's ultimate goal. Zhao had deployed his most powerful technique, specifically designed to counter Gao Liang—the very deadliest move he believed to be his trump card—Destroying the Ice Sculpture. He struck with decisive force precisely when Gao Liang's energy had been reduced to one-tenth and he was utterly exhausted. Zhao Fu-chou's slender fingers flashed with a pale white flame, and his luminous body suddenly trembled. A sheet of pure white ice surged upward from his feet, spreading rapidly—within just two seconds, he was completely transformed into a radiant, flawless ice sculpture. High-light, now encased in the ice, was instantly frozen solid and thus unable to move. Then, Zhao Fu-chou raised a massive iron palm, like a large wicker basket, and struck the ice sculpture with great force. "Ah!" High-light cried out, falling from the air. "Thud!" He landed heavily on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out, staining the earth crimson. "Hahaha! High-light! You're dead! From this day forward, I, Zhao Fu-chou, shall unify the entire world! All wealth and beauty shall belong to me! Hahaha!" Zhao Fu-chou turned to Pan Jin-lian, who stood outside, trembling, weeping over High-light's apparent demise. "What are you crying about? Follow me—enjoy fine food and fine wine, wealth, honor, and glory!" "Get lost!" she spat. "You're a cold-blooded killer! A Pan Jinlian shouted. "Whatever you say, High Guang is dead! I am the true sovereign! Hahaha!" Zhao Fuze laughed proudly, lost in his own triumph. The zombies danced wildly, celebrating in unison. Luo Chunming, Commander of the Kyoto Military District and Mayor of Kyoto City, and Wu Yue, President of Kyoto University, shook their heads in sorrow, deeply bowing to the lifeless body of High Guang. As the Tibetan Mastiff King, Iron General, mourned in despair, he was flipping through high-light's body, for the Tibetan Mastiff King's sense of smell was the most acute. Soon, something was uncovered from high-light's body. When Iron General bit gently into the bead-like object with his sharp canine teeth, it immediately emitted a brilliant glow.