The blue-purple cloud was originally just a strange color on the horizon, but in an instant it expanded like a blown-up balloon, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding the entire alliance base in a strange light.

The air was filled with crackling sounds of static electricity, which made people's scalps tingle and their hair stand on end.

An indescribable feeling of oppression was like a huge rock pressing on everyone's chest, making it almost impossible to breathe.

Just as everyone was terrified, twelve figures suddenly fell from the rolling clouds, like messengers from hell, carrying a fierce murderous aura, and landed heavily in the center of the base.

The leader was a man of burly build with a stern face, and his wild red hair was flying in the wind like a burning flame.

He is Xing Kuang, the leader of the new superpower organization and a ruthless guy who possesses the ability to control the weather.

"Hand over the key, or I'll let you see my real superpowers!" Xing Kuang's voice resounded throughout the base like thunder, with unquestionable majesty.

The alliance's tactician, Tactician Feng, a slightly frail man wearing thick glasses, was about to give the order to organize a defense, but he saw a thin figure next to Xing Kuang with a cold smile on his face.

That was Zhai Gui, the strategist of the new superpower organization, a dangerous man who was proficient in psychological warfare and sonic powers.

Zhai Gui's lips moved slightly, and silently, a strong sound wave rushed straight into tactician Feng's eardrum.

Tactician Feng felt a buzzing in his head, his vision went black, two streams of blood spurted out of his ears, and he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

"Fuck! What a dirty trick!" A young psychic hiding behind the cover couldn't help but curse.

At the same time, Han's mysterious supporter, who was hiding in the dark, was holding an ancient bronze compass and muttering something.

As he chanted like an incantation, the blue-purple clouds in the sky began to spin violently, forming a huge energy vortex that emitted heart-pounding energy fluctuations.

The protective shield that the alliance's psychics had hastily erected collapsed in an instant like paper in the face of this powerful energy vortex.

The violent energy raged, sweeping everything around it into it.

At this critical moment, Mou Xuan moved.

He just flashed and disappeared like a ghost. When he appeared again, he was already behind Xing Kuang.

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However, just as his attack was about to hit, Xing Kuang suddenly turned around as if he had eyes on his back and grabbed Mou Xuan's wrist.

A hint of mockery flashed in his eyes, "Is that all you can do?"

Mou Xuan did not struggle, but let Xing Kuang grab the back of his neck. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile, "So you have also studied the remains of the Shang Dynasty..."

At this moment, Chen Yao suddenly discovered that the patterns on the bronze compass held by the Han volunteer were exactly the same as the patterns on the badge of Elder Bai!

She was startled and just as she was about to open her mouth to remind Mou Xuan, she heard a hoarse voice:

"This pattern... is exactly the same as the seal of the underground secret room in the Governor's Mansion!"

The one who spoke was Zhang Cunzi. The old-fashioned hunting rifle in his hand began to tremble slightly. The ancient patterns on the gun body flickered with a faint light, creating a strange resonance with the bronze compass in the hands of Han's supporter.

However, before he could finish his words, a huge hailstone fell from the sky and hit him hard on his left shoulder.

Zhang Cuzi screamed miserably, and was knocked away by the huge impact force and fell heavily to the ground.

Xing Kuang snorted disdainfully, "Shut up!"

"Zhang the Cripple!" Chen Yao screamed and wanted to rush over, but was held back by Mou Xuan.

Mou Xuan looked at the bronze compass in Han Zhiyuan's hand, and a trace of solemnity flashed in his eyes. "It seems that things are more complicated than I thought..."

He turned to look at Chen Yao, his eyes showing a hint of determination, "Protect yourself."

After saying that, he suddenly broke free from Xing Kuang's restraints, and disappeared in the chaotic battlefield in a flash... "Wait!" Chen Yao stretched out his hand, but only grabbed a piece of air.

Her eyes fell on the bronze compass in Xing Kuang's hand, and an ominous premonition came to her mind...

"Bang!" A truck loaded with medical supplies crashed into the wall of the alliance base as if it was drunk.

Logistics Officer Yuan climbed out of the cab with blood all over his head and fear written all over his face.

"Hallucination! It's a hallucination! There's a ghost!" Logistics Officer Yuan shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracked.

At this moment, a beam of light shot out from the blue-purple cloud and hit the truck's fuel tank.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the truck exploded instantly, flames shot into the sky, and thick smoke billowed.

Medical supplies were blown everywhere, emitting a pungent smell.

"Fuck, such a big deal!" Mou Xuan couldn't help but complain while pulling Chen Yao to avoid the flying debris.

This group of new superpowers are simply a bunch of lunatics. They have no rules at all and just go for the big bomb right away!

Chen Yao clutched Mou Xuan's arm tightly, her face pale.

"Mou Xuan, what on earth do they want to do?"

Mou Xuan narrowed his eyes and scanned the battlefield.

Xing Kuang was like a god of war, controlling hail and lightning and bombarding the alliance's defensive positions.

Although the alliance's superpowers fought desperately, the gap in strength was too great, and they were beaten back step by step, with heavy casualties.

Zhai Gui was like an insidious poisonous snake, constantly releasing sonic attacks, interfering with the alliance's command system and creating chaos.

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