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Carrying the log, Tang Shengkai moved with lightning speed, rushing upstream along the abyss under the cover of night.

His feet seemed to float on the ground, the sound of the wind he stirred up masked by the hurricane of the abyss. Before long, he arrived at a blind spot in the Japanese soldiers' sight. He gently placed the logs, directly constructing a wooden bridge across the two banks.

If the Japanese soldiers had seen his actions, they would have been utterly astonished, because they simply couldn't believe that it would have taken them six or seven men quite a bit of effort to carry the logs to the other side, while Tang Shengkai had accomplished it all by himself with ease.

Then Tang Shengkai silently leaped to the other side. The icy hurricane above the abyss instantly enveloped him, but it could not cool his burning fighting spirit.

The Japanese soldiers' campfires on the opposite bank flickered, illuminating their figures as they moved back and forth, but no one noticed that a "Grim Reaper" was quietly approaching.

As he approached the Japanese stronghold, he slowed his movements, concealed himself in the darkness, and quietly observed the movements of the patrolling Japanese soldiers.

The Japanese commander on this side was a capable military officer. He had set up many strongholds along the abyss to prevent the people on the other side from being driven to desperation and coming to their deaths.

The distance between the two banks where Tang Shengkai came from was already more than 13 meters. If it weren't for his amazing strength, which allowed him to carry a giant tree by himself, Tang Shengkai himself wouldn't have dared to try to cross the 13-meter abyss directly.

Not far away, a lone Japanese soldier was humming a tune, leisurely strolling with his gun on his shoulder, completely unaware of the impending danger. Tang Shengkai stealthily approached, and when the distance was right, he suddenly drew his sword, a flash of cold light like lightning across the night sky.

The blade sliced ​​precisely across the Japanese soldier's throat; the soldier didn't even have time to cry out before collapsing dead. Tang Shengkai swiftly caught the soldier's slowly falling body, gently laid him down, and promptly seized his weapons and ammunition. The entire process was silent, like a ghost in the night.

After eliminating the Japanese soldier, Tang Shengkai did not rush to penetrate deeper into the enemy camp. He knew that the Japanese soldiers were highly vigilant and would be on high alert at the slightest sign of trouble.

There were only five people at this stronghold. Tang Shengkai dealt with them one by one at close range. He could use spiritual power, but he was worried that if someone examined these corpses, the wounds from spiritual power would be different from those from a blade. So now he deliberately restrained himself from using it.

Walking along the shore of the abyss towards the Japanese stronghold, Tang Shengkai successively raided four Japanese strongholds, seizing 20 guns and bullets. He then prepared to send these items back first.

Just as Tang Shengkai threw the items behind the sand dunes on the opposite bank, the Japanese soldiers quickly noticed the anomaly.

They must use a special signal connector every now and then, but the time had passed and there were still no reports from the various squads, so the leading Japanese soldier immediately sent out a signal.

The Japanese soldiers started chattering and stood up, searching for Tang Shengkai's whereabouts.

With a shout, dozens of Japanese soldiers swarmed in from all sides like wolves, trapping Tang Shengkai in the middle. Tang Shengkai, however, showed no fear. Holding a short knife, he stood proudly, his eyes revealing determination and resolve.

He could have hidden, but he didn't. It's a battlefield tradition that in close combat, if one side has a dagger, both sides can fix bayonets.

For Tang Shengkai, fixing the bayonet was more advantageous. Even though he now possessed the strength of the first level of Qi Refining, he couldn't possibly dodge all of the Japanese soldiers' bullets within their encirclement.

At this moment, a Japanese soldier, bayonet in hand, charged forward with a howl. Tang Shengkai dodged to the side, easily avoiding the incoming blade. At the same time, he swung his short knife, and a flash of cold light appeared. The Japanese soldier's wrist was cleanly severed, and he screamed and rolled on the ground.

Seeing this, the other Japanese soldiers became even more frenzied, shouting as they charged forward. Tang Shengkai remained calm and composed, displaying his superb swordsmanship as he dodged and weaved through the enemy ranks.

His figure was like a ghost, his steps like a phantom, leaving a trail of blood wherever he went. A short knife danced in his hand like a dragon emerging from the sea, each swing bringing with it a storm of blood and gore.

The Japanese soldiers' bayonets missed their mark time and time again, and Tang Shengkai seized the opportunity to slash their throats or slit their bellies, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

A steady stream of Japanese soldiers surged toward Tang Shengkai. Tang Shengkai had lost count of how many people he had killed, and his spiritual energy was rapidly being depleted.

Despite sustaining multiple knife wounds during the fierce battle, Tang Shengkai persevered thanks to his indomitable will and extraordinary skills.

He seized the opportunity, rushed towards the weak point in the Japanese encirclement, and wielded his short knife with impenetrable skill, carving a bloody path through the enemy lines.

After breaking through the encirclement, he did not flee, but instead circled around to the back of the Japanese soldiers and launched another surprise attack while they were in a panic.

After a long and fierce battle, Tang Shengkai's strength gradually gave out, and his wounds became increasingly painful, but his eyes became more and more determined, and he had only one belief in his heart: kill all these invaders!

However, as he turned around unintentionally, he caught a glimpse of the Japanese commander, who had already ordered six Japanese soldiers to set up machine guns, which were now pointed directly at him.

The leading Japanese soldier was now pointing a pistol at him with a sinister grin. Tang Shengkai glanced around; he was surrounded by Japanese soldiers, with nowhere to retreat.

The only advantage was that his body was constantly moving, preventing the Japanese soldiers from firing their guns; otherwise, they might have hit their own comrades at any moment.

While fighting the Japanese soldiers, Tang Shengkai quickly thought of a countermeasure; he absolutely could not leave his life here. If all else failed, he was prepared to use his spiritual power.

Just then, he suddenly noticed the mountain of ammunition boxes piled up beside the tents not far away, and an idea instantly formed in his mind. He hadn't forgotten what Battalion Commander Xu had just told him: bullets can explode.

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