Divine War God Soldier King

A deafening thunderclap exploded overhead, followed by a torrential downpour that battered the forest, shrouding the woods in a chilling mist. Clutching his Type 88 automatic rifle, Qin Feng pressed forward in relentless pursuit, uncertain of the enemy's whereabouts but consumed by a single thought: to find them and eliminate them.

"Squad leader, deputy, brothers—I will avenge you all," Qin Feng vowed as he darted through the forest, his expression carved with determination. Though he had never seen real combat, an unyielding spirit and burning blood drove him onward. For the sake of his fallen comrades, he was prepared to risk everything.

No matter what, he would wipe out those responsible.

Another thunderous peal blasted across the treetops, rain pouring down in sheets, drumming against the leaves and making them quiver. The cold wind howled, infusing the jungle with a sense of grim foreboding. Darkness swallowed everything, threatening to devour the world, turning the forest into a yawning abyss. The thought of his brothers’ brutal deaths nearly made Qin Feng’s heart burst with rage. He quickened his pace, his search now even more frantic and aimless. He knew the enemy must not escape—speed was his only hope of catching them.

He had no idea where the enemy was; he moved on instinct alone. The rain might wash away all traces, making clues impossible to find, but he harbored no resentment. If he did nothing, the grief would suffocate him. The memory of his slaughtered comrades filled him with wrath, lending him strength to keep run