The Super Platinum Generation

The massive impact and sound made the soldiers thousands of meters away look over with curiosity.

The nearby residents hiding in their homes were startled by the huge noise.

Children were scared to tears, and their families quickly comforted them, praying that the crisis would soon pass.

At the center of the explosion, in a not-so-deep crater.

Yang An and Han Chen lay惨烈ly inside.

Han Chen’s entire body was covered in wounds from the blades, leaving no skin intact.

The face-sized dart lay beside him, and without the source energy to maintain it, it slowly broke apart into four palm-sized smaller darts.

Compared to Han Chen, Yang An’s condition was even worse.

The white bone in his arm was visible, blood was gushing from his neck, and he was only breathing out, not in.

Yang An was not far from death.

Lying on the ground, he stared at the dark night sky with his swollen eyes, his thoughts unknown.

In his hundred-plus years, he had been luckier than ninety-nine point nine-nine percent of people.

But he was just that greedy, never satisfied, always wanting more, and in the end, it cost him his life.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, Han Chen spoke with difficulty, “Don’t… kill me, I know some… cough cough…”

Han Chen had already given up resisting.

How could he resist?

Two of them couldn’t even beat one of her.

Now, all three of them were closing in.

Even if he threw his life away, it was impossible.

Surrender was the best choice.

At least, it was for Han Chen.

The feeling of massive blood loss was not good: cold, dizzy, heart racing, and no matter how deeply he breathed, the air felt deprived of oxygen.

The fear of death instantly shattered his already weak psychological defenses.

He was a Second Form awakened one.

How many Second Form users were there in the whole world?

Perhaps only a few thousand.

Even if he was weak, he was still a Second Form awakened one.

This meant he had value.

The so-called Dark God was, to him, just a matter of mutual exploitation.

As a human, he had barely managed to overcome his innate hatred for foreign invaders only because of the temptation of immortality.

If his future days were to be spent in constant battle with the Dark Ones, as long as he could save his own life, it was bearable.

Not to mention his own super combat power, as a Guardian, he also possessed enough information and high-level secrets of the Hei Luo Cult.

He even knew a thing or two about other cults.

He could tell them everything.

Han Chen looked at the three approaching figures and continued in a panic, “I… I know some of the cult’s secrets… I can fight on the front lines… just don’t kill me…”

Fang Han looked at Han Chen, who was trembling on the ground from either fear of death or the cold from blood loss, and quipped, “Looks like the Inspection Bureau guys won’t even have to do anything. He’s going to spill everything himself.”

As he spoke, he stepped forward, looked down, and said, “I’m right, aren’t I? If you want to live a few more days.”

Han Chen’s lips trembled, “Yes… yes…”

The three of them, Shi Yidie’s group, took Han Chen and headed towards the Xilin Garden combat command center.

They didn’t need to check the situation inside anymore.

After all, that guy named Su Chen was there.

If even he couldn’t solve it, the three of them going over would just be throwing their lives away.

Fang Han was miserably carrying Han Chen on his back and complained aggrievedly, “Why do I have to carry him!”

It was quite awkward for a grown man to carry another grown man, and the guy was covered in blood, staining Fang Han’s clothes.

Shi Yidie smiled, “You barely used any strength during the entire battle. Earth Bear and I are very tired. Oh my~, so very tired, little brother Fang Han!”

Liu Zhuang just shrugged his shoulders without any other comment.

Hearing this, although Fang Han knew it was the reason, he was still very unhappy about being called “little brother.”

After all, he was a big brother.

“I’m not a little brother! You old maiden!”

Shi Yidie was walking ahead, pleasantly enjoying the evening breeze.

But after hearing the words from Fang Han’s mouth, she turned her head with a smile, looked at him, and laughed, “What did you just say? I don’t think I heard you clearly.”

Fang Han saw that terrifying smile and immediately chickened out, saying, “Uh… I just said the weather today is really cool.”

Shi Yidie said with a smile, “Is that so? But it didn’t sound like that to me.”

Fang Han gave a pained laugh, “Ah, you probably misheard!”

“You’d better hope so~”

Shi Yidie didn’t pursue the matter further.

She turned back and smiled as she faced the evening breeze, but in her heart, she had already decided that if that kid Fang Han dared to call her old again, she would shave his head bald.

Fang Han shivered.

You could talk about anything with this woman, but once the topic of age came up, nothing you said would work.

And really, she was almost thirty, so why did she love to act like she was seventeen or eighteen?

She was old enough to be called a sister by the mother of a teenage girl.

Helplessly, as his strength was no match for hers, Fang Han could only mutter under his breath.

He looked back at Han Chen on his back and grew more and more irritated the more he thought about it.

Even this kind of coward was a Second Form awakened one, so why hadn’t he, Fang Han, reached the Second Form yet?

But Fang Han was just complaining to himself.

He wasn’t too bitter about it.

After all, he was still young, only twenty-four years old.

He would definitely be able to advance to the Second Form before he turned thirty.

It was just a matter of time.

Coming here this time was also to gain some experience.

Warriors who advanced to the Second Form before the age of thirty had great potential, and might even have a chance to advance to the Third Form.

But that was just a theoretical possibility.

The Super Platinum Generation of ten years ago, including dozens of peak Second Form geniuses like Su Chen, were all prime candidates for advancing to the Third Form.

Third Form warriors were even rarer than Second Form ones.

According to public data, there were only ten in all of Huaya’s seven warzones combined.

Including those abroad, there were probably only about forty or fifty.

Although he knew there were many unpublicized ones, even if there were a hundred who had reached the Third Form, the number was still pitifully small.

Among the nearly ten billion humans, there were only a hundred or so, meaning only one in a hundred million could become a Third Form.

A one-in-a-hundred-million probability.

Of course, if the group was narrowed down to active source energy warriors, the probability would be one in a hundred thousand.

But recently, the number of Third Form warriors had begun to slowly increase.

When that day came, there would probably be a respectable number.

Fang Han shook his head, looked at the brightly lit camp ahead, and let out a slight sigh of relief, “Finally, I don’t have to carry this guy anymore.”