The plane flew for over three hours before reaching the vicinity of their destination. Ren Ping took out a parachute and strapped it onto Ye Tian's back, smiling, "Let's jump together."
Ye Tian wasn't afraid. With his current physical prowess, he could land safely even without a parachute.
More than a dozen figures circled in the air, descending one after another into a primeval forest.
Upon landing, their feet sank into a thick layer of humus, and the air was filled with the scent of nature.
After gathering everyone, Ren Ping said, "Brothers, about ten kilometers ahead is the meteorite impact site. The Japanese are cunning; they must have made arrangements. Let's be careful."
Ye Tian replied, "No need to worry. I'll scout ahead. You follow twenty meters behind. If there's any situation, I'll give a warning."
Ren Ping said, "Alright, be careful."
Ye Tian walked forward unhurriedly, gripping his bronze short sword. At intervals, he communicated with Ren Ping via his earpiece.
After walking three kilometers, Ye Tian suddenly stopped and raised his hand, signaling those behind him to halt. His ears twitched slightly, and then he slowly turned his head, looking towards the bushes a hundred meters away, from which faint, slow heartbeats emanated.
Yes, it was the sound of heartbeats, and undoubtedly human ones. The sound was minuscule, yet it couldn't escape Ye Tian's ears.
He let out a cold laugh and flicked two steel balls towards the bushes.
"Whoosh!"
Propelled by his true energy, the steel balls moved with the speed of bullets. With two muffled groans, two figures, clad entirely in black, rolled out from the bushes.
Simultaneously, Ye Tian swung his short sword, deflecting a flying needle. He then abruptly looked towards a large tree to his front left. He leaped, using another tree for leverage, soaring towards the canopy like a great bird.
He easily landed on a tree over ten meters high.
A person was hidden in the canopy. Startled, the individual raised their hand, sending several cold glints flying – specialized shuriken used by ninjas.
Ye Tian swung his short sword, and the shuriken seemed to be drawn to it, sticking to the blade. He then flicked his sword, sending all the shuriken flying back.
The person in the tree, unable to react in time, was struck by several shuriken. The weapons were laced with potent poison. The individual immediately foamed at the mouth and fell stiffly from the tree.
The two figures in the bushes had already met their end, their heads pierced directly by Ye Tian's steel balls.
Ren Ping quickly had his men examine the three bodies. He smiled and said, "Brother, the one in the tree is a Seven-Flower Ninja, and the two below are likely his attendants, Three-Flower Jonin."
Ye Tian remarked, "Their hidden weapons are good. Have your men collect them all."
Soon, three bags of shuriken and six smoke bombs were handed to Ye Tian. He examined them and said, "It will be more dangerous ahead. You follow a hundred meters behind and be ready to fight at any time."
Ren Ping chuckled, "Old brother, inviting you here was absolutely the right choice."
Ye Tian replied, "Don't say useless things. Treat me to a drink later."
He continued forward. Less than a kilometer from the meteorite crater, he stopped again. At this moment, several dozen meters away, three Caucasian individuals stood there, staring at him coldly.
"Get out of here, or die!" the person in the middle spoke, their tone aggressive, as if they didn't take Ye Tian seriously.
Ye Tian said calmly, "Oh? I don't believe that."
He continued to walk forward. One of the Caucasians suddenly moved, charging towards Ye Tian like a wild bull. As they were about to collide, Ye Tian shifted his body, appearing behind the attacker, and struck his back with a palm.
"Puff!"
The power of his peak Iron Sand Palm was astonishing. With a single blow, he shattered the opponent's heart. The man spat a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, dead.
Ye Tian turned to the other two and said, "Genetic warriors are really not that tough."
"You're asking for death!" The remaining two were instantly enraged. They each drew a dagger and charged at Ye Tian.
As the two approached, Ye Tian waved his hand, sending out two flying needles. The mystical true energy of the Profound Realm was incredible. The needles flew close to the ground, then suddenly angled upwards, striking from below the necks of the two attackers and piercing directly through their crowns.
The bodies fell to the ground, and Ye Tian continued forward. When Ren Ping's group arrived, someone exclaimed, "Mr. Ye is too formidable! These three have markings; they are all S-class genetic warriors!"