With a whoosh, dozens of drones flew out from the surrounding bushes and, without a word, began firing.

Gunfire drowned out everything; a flood of bronze bullets hurtled towards the polar bear, filling the air with the acrid smell of gunpowder.

The polar bear watched indifferently as the bullet flooded in, and ice blocks surged forth, forming an ice dam in front of it.

The floodwaters crashed against the ice dam, carving out visible bullet marks on the ice surface. Ice chips flew everywhere, only to be struck by bullets in mid-air, melting and evaporating due to the heat.

The squirrel hid behind the polar bear, lying on the ground with its hands covering its head and its eyes tightly closed, as if the world was collapsing and shaking.

After a while, it slowly opened its eyes and saw the ice block that firmly blocked the flood of bullets. Its expression was one of surprise and delight.

"Abei! You..."

A drone flew over and crashed into the ice with a loud bang. The squirrel was physically paralyzed, and half of the once indestructible ice block was instantly gone.

Another drone broke away from the swarm and came hurtling in carrying a bomb.

The polar bear finally stood up, its white fur flying, and roared to the sky. The huge sound wave formed a terrifying shockwave that swept away all the drones.

The gunshots vanished instantly, like a movie paused, leaving only a lingering ringing in the ears.

The drone's propellers slowed down, and the drone began to fall.

Halfway down, the propeller blades suddenly started spinning again as if electrified.

The drone rapidly ascended, aiming its gun at the polar bear.

But there was no sign of the polar bears. Instead, a slender, muscular, 1.9-meter-tall white-haired woman was running wildly out of the zoo.

The squirrel clung tightly to the woman's long white hair, like a doll tied to the back of a car, swaying and bobbing in the air.

"So lively?" A slightly amused voice came from behind, clear and pleasant.

Li Changzhou carried Bi on his back, had Yang Qinglan on his left arm, held the Emerald Bee Sword in his right hand, and a white snowy owl perched on his shoulder as he descended from the sky.

Behind him was a red-haired Italian woman protected by twenty humanoid gray mists.