One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Chapter 367 The Mysterious Call

Nie Lingfeng was the first to rush out.

The target was a "Ripper" who charged the fastest and wielded a bone-bladed scythe claw!

The monster was over three meters tall, its body covered in thick, heavy bone plates like a wall. Its scythe-like claws were over a meter long, and the blades were stained with the blood and flesh of who-knows-who.

Under the influence of the slowing barrier, its speed was greatly reduced—but "greatly reduced" was still ridiculously fast to ordinary people. When the scythe claw swung, the sound of it cutting through the air was like an airplane flying overhead.

Nie Lingfeng moved with lightning speed. In the instant his opponent's movements were distorted due to the slowing barrier and his scythe claws missed their mark—the scythe claws grazed his head, severing a few strands of hair—he closed in.

With his right hand fingers together like a knife, icy blue energy gathered at his fingertips, and he stabbed like lightning at the weak spot where the opponent's armpit connected to the bone plate!

There were no bone plates covering it, only a thin layer of grayish-white skin. Beneath the skin were pulsating blood vessels and writhing muscles.

"Cloud Finger - Severing the Meridians!"

"Pfft!"

The chilling aura mixed with the concentrated force of the fingers was like a red-hot iron rod piercing ice. The moment the fingertip pierced the skin, the monster let out a short, sharp scream, as if it had been burned.

The violent, icy energy surged in instantly, freezing and destroying its internal tissues. Muscles solidified in the sub-zero temperatures, blood froze in the blood vessels, and nerves were frozen into strands of ice.

The Ripper's massive body suddenly stiffened. Its scythe-like claws were still raised in mid-air, its mouth was still open, and the red light in its eyes was still flashing—but everything was frozen in time.

It let out a short, mournful cry.

The red light in his eyes dimmed quickly, like a lamp that had been extinguished.

It crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, creating a crater and raising a cloud of dust.

A layer of white frost quickly covered its surface, starting from its armpits and spreading throughout its body. A few seconds later, it stood motionless, like a sculpture abandoned in the snow.

the other side.

Zhang Chulan faced off against a "Screamer".

The monster was fast and could fly at low altitudes. It hovered in the air like a giant, deformed bat. The wind generated by its flapping wings made Zhang Chulan's hair fly wildly.

It also continuously emitted piercing sound waves—not just once or twice, but a continuous, high-frequency sound, like fingernails scratching a blackboard. The sound waves surged one after another, hitting Zhang Chulan's body, causing his golden light shield to fluctuate, as if someone were drumming on it from the outside.

It was so disturbing that it made him dizzy and lightheaded. Zhang Chulan felt like his head was a box stuffed with cotton; he couldn't think clearly, his vision was blurring, his ears were ringing, and his nose was bleeding again.

He simply shut off his hearing—using his breath to block his eardrums and shut out all external sounds. Although losing his hearing would affect his perception of his surroundings, it was better than being killed by sound waves.

A burst of electricity flashed beneath his feet, and with a "sizzle," a white arc of electricity exploded into a blinding spark on the ground.

Pushing his Swiftness Technique to its limit, he transformed into a streak of lightning, circling wildly around the "Screamer." His speed was so fast that the "Screamer's" eyes couldn't keep up—the monster's head turned back and forth like a caged beast that had been imprisoned for too long, trying to pinpoint his location, but each time it only caught a fleeting afterimage.

At the same time, he flicked his hands repeatedly, and countless tiny white lightning beads shot out like a machine gun—"whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"—the lightning beads hit the "Screamer" and exploded into tiny lightning flowers.

The aim wasn't to kill with a single blow, but rather to disrupt and slow it down. The Thunder Beads weren't particularly powerful, but they were numerous and came at a high frequency. When they hit the wings of the "Screamer," they made it unsteady on its flight, swaying left and right; when they hit its body, they blasted its skin open, splattering black blood everywhere.

finally--

In the instant of a dive attack by the "Screamer".

It swooped down from above, its mouth wide open, and a visible sound wave was gathering deep in its throat—a sound wave stronger than ever before, distorting the surrounding air.

Zhang Chulan seized the opportunity.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, leaping down beneath it. Lightning exploded beneath his feet, propelling him upwards like a rocket, his hands wreathed in lightning, his ten fingers spread wide like two iron pincers.

Grab one of its slender ankles tightly!

"Get down here, you bastard! 100,000 volts!!!"

Blinding lightning surged wildly into the "Screamer's" body from his ankle!

The lightning didn't come from the outside; instead, it was like glowing snakes that emerged from Zhang Chulan's palm, crawling up the "Screamer's" legs and into its muscles, blood vessels, and nerves.

The monster let out a piercing scream—a scream that pierced Zhang Chulan's closed hearing, like a needle stabbing into his brain.

Its whole body convulsed, its wings flapped weakly twice, and then it went limp as if all its strength had been drained away.

It plummeted from the sky, billowing black smoke, and crashed to the ground with a "bang," creating a shallow crater.

Zhang Chulan landed right after, stomping on its head until it was crushed. "Crack!"—like crushing an egg. Black liquid splattered all over the ground.

Zhang Lingyu then used Yin Five Thunder to entangle a "shapeshifting monster".

The monster's body was like mud, boneless and without a fixed shape. If you slashed down with your sword, the blade would pass right through its body, and it would close up like water, leaving not even a trace.

Physical attacks have little effect.

It can also spray strong acid—when it opens its mouth, a stream of yellowish-green liquid with a pungent odor sprays out, landing on the ground and hissing as it corrodes a pit.

However, Zhang Lingyu's Yin Thunder is equally unpredictable.

Thick and sticky, like a maggot clinging to a bone, it's hard to get rid of once you're on it. The black lightning wasn't an explosive arc of electricity, but a fluid like ink. It landed on the ground, walls, and monsters, and stuck there, constantly eroding and consuming them.

He continuously used the dark lightning to erode and slow down his opponent. The black lightning spread up from the "shapeshifter's" feet, like two black snakes, coiling around its body. The monster tried to shake off the black lightning, but it seemed to be ingrained in its body, and it couldn't shake it off no matter what it did.

At the same time, it used the Golden Light Mantra for defense, withstanding the opponent's acid attack head-on—the acid landed on the golden light shield, hissing and smoking, and the golden light fluctuated, but it just wouldn't break.

Slowly, the power of Yin Lightning seeped into the opponent's body. The black lightning invaded from the outside, corroding the monster's body bit by bit. The monster's body began to stiffen—it had been as fluid as mud, but now it was like a lump of solidifying glue, moving slower and slower.

Ultimately, it was "solidified" and "disintegrated" from the inside.

It turned into a pool of foul-smelling black mud.

Feng Baobao's playing style is the simplest and most direct.

She chose the shadowy, aggregated monster that had previously ambushed Nie Lingfeng.

The monster was fast and its attacks were unpredictable, its gray-black energy tentacles appearing and disappearing without a trace. These tentacles shot out from the mist at tricky angles and with incredible speed, always striking from outside Feng Baobao's line of sight.

But Feng Baobao's combat instincts and speed are even more abnormal!

She completely ignored the illusory tentacles that attacked her. In other fights, people use their eyes to see, their ears to hear, and their qi to sense; she didn't. She relied solely on intuition—an almost precognitive, inexplicable intuition.

Make the slightest dodge at the moment the tentacle is about to touch you—turn your head an inch and the tentacle will glide past your cheek; twist your waist and the tentacle will pass under your ribs; slip your foot and the tentacle will pass through the sole of your foot.

At the same time, the katana in his hand transformed into a cold silver line, each swing precisely striking—not any part of the tentacle, but the weakest point where the connection between the monster's energy tentacles and its main body was, or where the shadow fluctuations of its "core" were most intense.

With a single slash, a tentacle was severed. The monster roared repeatedly, its shadow constantly dissipating and coalescing, yet it could never strike Feng Baobao even slightly.

Instead, Feng Baobao skillfully dismantled and shredded it bit by bit, just like a master butcher dissecting an ox.

The grayish-black mist grew thinner and thinner, like a wisp of smoke being blown away by the wind.

Finally, as Feng Baobao plunged her last stab into the core of the fog—"poof"—it was like popping a bubble.

The fog fluctuated violently, then suddenly contracted and collapsed inward, transforming into a fist-sized, grayish-black sphere that was still slightly pulsating.

It fell to the ground with a "thud".

It rolled twice.

It stopped moving.

The people of the Eagle Country and the Cherry Blossom Country are now also engaged in a fierce battle.

The suited elite held a strangely shaped pistol that seemed capable of firing energy beams. The barrel of the pistol was twice as long as a regular pistol, and the barrel was covered with densely packed runes. He continuously fired at the approaching monsters—one shot hit "The Ripper" in the knee, the energy beam piercing through the bone plate and leaving a small, charred hole, but the monster only staggered and continued charging forward.

The effect is limited.

Catherine, the woman with the gold-rimmed glasses, unleashed her frost power once more. Her face was as pale as paper, and her lips were purple, clearly indicating that she had exhausted herself—her injuries from the previous fight in the arena hadn't healed, and now she was forcibly activating her power.

She deployed ice walls and ice spikes around the platform. The ice walls blocked the path of several monsters, and the ice spikes pierced the wings of the "Screamer." However, her ice layer was much thinner than before, and after the monsters bumped into it a few times, cracks appeared in the ice walls.

Temporarily block the monster.

The most tragic figure was Fujiwara Sousuke, who had only one arm.

He was already injured—his severed arm hadn't healed yet, and his internal injuries weren't fully recovered. Now, facing the siege of several monsters, he could only desperately dodge and weave.

He parried with his dagger, then took a step back. Parried, then took a step back. The situation was fraught with danger; each dodge felt like dancing on a knife's edge. If it weren't for Catherine's ice wall occasionally shielding him, he would likely be dead already.

They seemed eager to operate the console, but the monster's attacks kept them busy and prevented them from concentrating.

The console screen was flashing garbled text and warning messages. The data wasn't normal numbers and letters, but strings of unrecognizable symbols, interspersed with red "ERROR" and "WARNING".

The data cable connecting to the "mother nest" vibrated violently, its eerie blue light flickering, as if it were transmitting some information or struggling with something.

It seems like it could overload or disconnect at any moment.

A fierce battle raged under the crimson glow of the flesh and blood factory.

The roars of monsters, the explosions of energy, the clash of metal, and the heavy, painful throbbing of the "mother hive" intertwine to create a mad symphony of hell.

however--

Nobody noticed.

Or rather, they were too busy fighting to pay attention to it.

Xiao Yun, who was being protected by Chen Duo and hiding in the shadows at the exit of the passageway.

At this moment, Xiaoyun was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Her body trembled incessantly in Chen Duo's arms, like a leaf struggling in a storm. Her face was deathly pale, her lips were blue, and even her eyelashes were trembling slightly.

Her clear, large eyes were no longer looking at those terrifying monsters.

But -

Staring intently, without blinking, at the massive, pulsating mass of flesh in the center of the dome, radiating endless malice and pain—the "mother nest."

Deep within her pupils, the dark red, eye-like crystalline light on the surface of the "mother nest" was reflected.

The light swirled and magnified in her eyes, as if trying to form a vortex that would suck in her entire soul.

Her small mouth opened unconsciously.

She uttered extremely faint, intermittent whispers, as if they didn't belong to her, with ancient and eerie syllables.

The whisper was meaningless. It wasn't Chinese, it wasn't English, it wasn't any human language. Its syllables were ancient, like echoes from a distant past, indistinct, like a baby learning to speak.

But that whispering rhythm—

The deep rumble that emanated from the "mother nest" when it pulsated, acting on the mind, actually produced a faint... resonance?

"Thump..." "Ah..."

"Thump..." "Ah..."

Each roar was followed by a whisper. It was like two voices conversing. Like two children singing a duet.

Chen Duo was focused on keeping watch on her surroundings, manipulating some defensive Gu worms to fly around her and form a barrier, while also taking care of the bald bear who was lying on the ground and almost fainted from fright.

She didn't notice Xiaoyun's unusual behavior immediately.

until--

Xiaoyun's body suddenly lurched forward.

It seemed to want to break free from Chen Duo's embrace and rush towards that terrifying "mother nest"!

Her small hand stretched forward, her fingers slightly bent, as if trying to grasp something. Her eyes were filled with extreme pain, confusion, and a hint of... indescribable longing?

It was as if something was calling to her.

It was as if something was saying to her—come here, come here, come to me.

"Xiaoyun?!"

Chen Duo was taken aback and immediately hugged her tightly. Her arms tightened, holding Xiao Yun close to her chest. Xiao Yun struggled violently with surprising strength—a child under two years old shouldn't have such power.

And in that very instant—

In the center of the dome, the enormous "mother nest" seemed to sense something.

A sudden jolt!

All the pulse, all the light, all the sounds seemed to pause for a moment.

The entire space fell silent.

Dead silence.

Then--

A will far greater, clearer, colder, and more tyrannical than before, like an ancient beast awakening.

With endless hunger, pain, and an indescribable ecstasy, as if they had found a lost "puzzle piece".

It arrived with a roar.

Locked—

In the shadows at the exit of the passageway, there was a small, trembling figure being held tightly in Chen Duo's arms.