The Koreans were going insane.

"Did he really just shoot? I thought American soldiers always exercised caution when using their weapons!"

"She's our friend from the Great Baekje! How dare you shoot!"

Fu Yeseng was suddenly engulfed in a golden aura, roaring as he charged forward, "Damn it! You're going to die!"

He realized that the man across from him was a speed-type ability user. Speedsters typically had poor physical prowess—any hit could probably end in his demise! Fu Yeseng was brimming with confidence.

He spun in mid-air, executing a stylish 360-degree tornado kick aimed at James Lone's head.

The Koreans cheered wildly.

"Brother Park, kill him!"

Only then did James Lone notice that the Korean's ability resembled that of Zhou Tianhao—glowing with golden light, indicating enhanced physical capabilities.

But...

"Fool! Why are you jumping so high?" James Lone suddenly vanished in a flash.

Fu Yeseng blinked in shock, realizing his opponent had disappeared.

In an instant, an overpowering force struck him from behind, followed by a sensation of spinning before everything turned dim.

To the Koreans, it was as if the young man had suddenly appeared behind Fu Yeseng, grasping his collar and yanking him from mid-air, flipping him upside down before slamming him headfirst into the ground.

Crack!

The sound of bones snapping echoed sickeningly. Fu Yeseng's head sank into his chest cavity.

The Koreans were paralyzed with terror.

They finally recognized that this young man was a far more formidable ability user than Fu Yeseng!

One shouted in panic, "We are citizens of Great Baekje; killing us will spark an international incident..."

Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In the blink of an eye, several Koreans were dead.

James Lone calmly holstered his gun, saying, "I told you I don't understand your nonsense, fool!"

Though the women felt a shiver of fear, they were getting accustomed to the brutal reality of violence.

Lancy anxiously asked, "Should we hide the bodies? Cathy's family still has some influence."

James Lone replied coolly, "Don't worry; there won't be any bodies soon. With so much meat, the ones behind us won't waste it."

Chills ran down the spines of the women.

A few minutes later, the convoy resumed its journey.

Survivors trailing behind soon discovered the corpses. Within moments, food, resources, and clothing were stripped from the bodies.

Less than ten minutes later, the corpses were dragged into the dense woods.

Not long after, a strange meaty scent wafted from the forest...

...

They took two breaks along the way without encountering further disturbances.

Around 1 PM, the convoy passed another supply point.

This supply station had clearly been the site of chaos the night before, bloodstains everywhere.

Yet, there were few corpses, likely swallowed by whoever had been there.

All the survivors looked at the convoy warily, anxious that the 910th troop might come to enforce order.

A handful of survivors didn't hesitate to flee into the forest, clearly guilty from the previous night's events.

James Lone paid them no mind; noticing it was still early, he declared, "Keep moving. We won't be resting at the supply point again; it's too chaotic."

The women complied.

The convoy slowly passed the barbed-wire fence of the supply point, moving on amid the complex expressions of the survivors they left behind.

Lagging behind were several hundred exhausted survivors, desperately trying to keep up.

Most of these survivors were young, able-bodied men; women and the elderly had long been left behind.

No matter how slowly the tank convoy moved, it was still faster than most could match.

The survivors at the supply point observed this scene, and some quick-witted individuals immediately approached to strike up conversation and join the group.

Eddy Lone's coalition was among them.

His crew, panting heavily, looked towards the supply point.

"Brother Eddy, shouldn't we take a break here? There's a supply point; we might be able to snag some food."

Eddy Lone, drenched in sweat, firmly shook his head. "No way! We must keep up."

There were murmurs of discontent within the group; however, Eddy Lone's high standing and reputation compelled them to comply.

...

Inside the RV, James Lone eyed Eddy Lone and the others as he continued to consume the fruits of his will-manifesting abilities.

After a while, he finally heard the long-awaited notification chime:

【Ding! Will Weapon upgraded to 9 stars (maxed out, cannot be upgraded further)!】

9 stars!

Finally, it was 9 stars!

James Lone quickly accessed his ability panel:

【Will Weapon: 9 stars (maxed out, cannot be upgraded further), You can consume energy to condense an indestructible will weapon within your body; it must be condensed to a certain degree before you can materialize it; When the will weapon is materialized, you can infuse various substances to enhance its properties; When an ability user around you dies, you can absorb their will fragments to accelerate the condensation of your will weapon; The shape of your will weapon can alter at will; You can condense your will weapon into armor; Will +40.】

James Lone was overjoyed and immediately said, "Stop the vehicle, let's take a rest."

The convoy gradually came to a halt.

The weary survivors trudging behind finally exhaled, collapsing onto the ground and disregarding the mud as they scrambled to recover their strength.

Eddy Lone and his men brought their march to a halt, as they had grown accustomed to the rhythm of walking all morning.

Walk for half an hour, rest for ten to twenty minutes.

Eddy Lone smugly remarked, "Did you see? Although Mr. Lone hasn't said it out loud, he's still considerate of us. Otherwise, why would he rest every half hour instead of just driving non-stop?"

His subordinates nodded in agreement and chatted among themselves.

"Exactly!"

"Though Mr. Lone appears cold, he has a kind heart."

"If he hadn't stopped, there's no way we could have kept up."

"The convoy slowing down is to protect these survivors, isn't it?"

Besides Eddy Lone's group, the other survivors were beginning to recognize this sentiment, feeling gratitude toward James Lone.

As for those who fell behind, most had no complaints.

The convoy had given everyone a chance; if you couldn't keep up, it wasn't anyone else's fault.

In this day and age, even a small act of kindness had become the greatest luxury.

James Lone couldn't help but notice that the glow surrounding the following survivors was increasingly green, with almost all red lighting disappearing.

He couldn't figure out what was going on with those people, nor was he interested in meddling.

After ensuring there were no ability users within a 100-meter radius, he stated, "You all stay here and rest. I'll be back shortly."

James Lone walked into the dense forest, stopping only when he sensed there were no people for a hundred meters around him.

There were no exceptionally powerful mutated creatures present either.

However, perched atop a tree was a mutated tabby cat over three meters long.

Despite its size, it exuded rather average brightness and lacked abilities, indicating its combat strength was far inferior to the orange cat at Yida Mall.

Though the tabby cat may pose a significant threat to other survivors, it was no danger at all to James Lone, with his superhuman physique.

James Lone drew his will sword, a thought flashing in his mind, and the heavy sword melted like wax, enveloping him like a tidal wave, transforming into a shimmering silver armor of valor!