Chapter 406: The Invisible Enemy

Chapter 406: The Invisible Enemy

After Zhang Yi eliminated 15 soldiers, a dense, swirling white mist suddenly rose around the convoy, and a blizzard enveloped it completely. The entire convoy disappeared from Zhang Yi’s sight.

He paused, lowering his rifle momentarily.

"An ice element superhuman? Their ability seems somewhat similar to Fatty Xu’s," Zhang Yi mused with a faint smirk, his eyes remaining fixed on the tactical monocle.

“How long can this ability last, I wonder? You’re here to attack me, and I don’t believe you’ll stay still for long.”

All Zhang Yi needed was for his enemies to show the smallest flaw—just a brief moment of vulnerability.

At the center of the convoy, Wei Dinghai activated his Ice and Snow Lord ability, summoning a fierce blizzard to shield the vehicles temporarily.

But this was only a stopgap measure. They were still a considerable distance from Cloud Manor, with no nearby terrain to provide adequate cover. Prolonged use of his ability would deplete his energy, leaving him weaker for the upcoming fight.

"The priority is to find that sniper!" Wei Dinghai ordered sharply.

“Why can’t we locate him?” he demanded, his voice filled with frustration.

None of his subordinates could provide a satisfactory answer.

The snowfield offered no suitable vantage points for a sniper. From the trajectory of the shots, it was clear they came from an elevated position, but there wasn’t even a tree nearby—just the vast, empty sky.

Chen Jingguan speculated, “I believe Zhang Yi’s team has a highly skilled superhuman sniper.”

He pointed in the direction of the Shelter.

“The sniper’s position must be over there. That’s where the shots are coming from.”

Wei Dinghai’s eyes narrowed. “But that’s over 3 kilometers away! This sniper fired over a dozen shots without showing signs of fatigue, and yet he hasn’t targeted our key personnel.”

This led both Wei Dinghai and Chen Jingguan to a chilling conclusion: the sniper wasn’t just skilled—he was terrifyingly powerful.

Not only did his superhuman ability provide overwhelming firepower, but his energy reserves were vast enough to allow him to “waste” shots on ordinary soldiers.

Without hesitation, Wei Dinghai made his decision.

“Order the convoy to retreat! The other factions haven’t arrived yet, and there’s no reason for us to suffer unnecessary losses. Just move out of his firing range!”

The order spread quickly among the soldiers. They rushed back into their vehicles, and the convoy began to reverse course, attempting to escape the sniper’s reach. Wei Dinghai maintained the blizzard to obscure Zhang Yi’s line of sight.

Turning vehicles in the snow was a clumsy process, inevitably exposing some of them to Zhang Yi’s scope.

He anticipated their retreat and waited for the convoy to reach 3 kilometers from the first defensive line. At that range, his heavy sniper rifle could still pierce their armored vehicles with ease.

“Bang!”

A shot landed squarely on the front wheel of a vehicle, puncturing the tire and damaging the tracks. The vehicle tilted sharply to one side.

Unperturbed, Zhang Yi calmly reloaded and fired again, this time taking out both the front and rear wheels of another vehicle, rendering it immobile.

Inside the damaged vehicle, panic erupted.

“The car’s down! What do we do?”

“Don’t leave us behind—help us!”

“If we leave the blizzard, we’ll be sitting ducks!”

They were gripped by fear, knowing their attacker was a long-range superhuman they had no way of countering. This was far more terrifying than facing a conventional sniper, who at least operated within human limitations.

A single mistake in this confrontation meant death.

Wei Dinghai knew abandoning nearly 20 soldiers in a single vehicle would be disastrous.

“Slow down! Let the soldiers in the disabled vehicle transfer to another one!” he ordered.

Chaoyu Base’s forces lacked any comparable long-range superhuman attackers. Even though they had powerful superhumans of their own, Wei Dinghai wasn’t about to send one to recklessly engage Zhang Yi before the other factions arrived.

This war was about profit, not pride.

As the vehicles slowed, Wei Dinghai expanded the blizzard to make targeting more difficult for Zhang Yi.

The swirling snow obscured Zhang Yi’s line of sight, but he wasn’t deterred. Even without precise targeting, his heavy sniper rifle’s power ensured that any hit would be devastating.

Each shot was aimed at the general area of the retreating convoy, exploiting the density of their formation to maximize damage.

“Bang!”

A bullet punched through the rear door of a vehicle, shattering the thin steel plating. A soldier inside screamed as his leg was grazed, leaving a bloody mess where flesh once was.

“Damn it! Our armor’s too thin to withstand a weapon like this!” one veteran shouted angrily.

He had fought in countless battles, but never had he felt so helpless.

The bullets kept coming, their terrifying sound echoing through the blizzard. Soldiers, unable to trust the vehicles’ armor for protection, cowered on the floors of their compartments.

But even that wasn’t always enough.

Those lucky enough to die instantly were spared the agony of the wounded, whose screams filled the air like haunting wails. The convoy’s morale plummeted as fear gripped every heart.

This sniper was no ordinary threat—he was a nightmare in the flesh.

Chaoyu Base’s soldiers had no idea they were up against the most formidable sniper in Tianhai City.

Listening to the screams outside, Wei Dinghai’s expression darkened.

“Get us out of here! Move faster! If there are injured soldiers, leave them behind—they’re unlikely to survive anyway!”

From his vantage point in the attic, Zhang Yi emptied two magazines before switching to a fresh sniper rifle to avoid overheating.

Each shot rang out like a death knell, precise and unrelenting. Zhang Yi was wholly focused, saying nothing to his teammates over the shared comms.

Meanwhile, Fatty Xu, Uncle You, and Liang Yue listened to the gunfire through their shared channel.

To them, it didn’t feel like a battlefield.

Instead, it sounded like a shooting range—a series of calm, rhythmic gunshots.

With every pull of the trigger, another life was snuffed out.

Sometimes, killing was as simple as playing a game.

Author's Note