Chapter 612, Contaminated Zone 6 (Thirty-Six)

The moment Xie Tu saw the barrier shatter, he immediately looked down at the person in his arms.

Her eyes remained closed, her long, thick eyelashes casting a faint shadow beneath them, her lips pressed into a tight straight line, and even her brows slightly furrowed.

Xie Tu could sense that her mental energy was fluctuating violently.

What did she see?

Did you get the information you wanted? And why did the barrier break down...?

Xie Tu had several impulses to forcefully wake her up, but he stopped himself each time.

The little bluebird has disappeared without a trace.

Yun Zhao had her own plans, and he couldn't disrupt them.

...

The black mist poured out like a tide.

The sunlight was blocked, and the entire space was plunged into an eerie darkness.

To avoid affecting others and damaging vehicles, Fuqi chose to take the initiative and confront the enemy.

Everything in the field of vision was shrouded in a gray-black filter, but the "self" holding the Gatling gun opposite was exceptionally clear.

The other person even mimicked her gun-holding posture, with her index finger slightly bent and the muzzle pressed down slightly.

There was no trace of her composure in those eyes, only pure violence.

Fu Yu decided to strike first.

The instant she moved, the sound of gunfire erupted in the black mist.

The Gatling gun spat fire, and bullets rained down like a storm!

Fu Mo suddenly rolled to the side, bullets whizzing past her combat uniform, leaving honeycomb-like craters in the ground.

She braced herself with one hand on the ground, and with the other hand reached for her waist, the dagger flying from her hand—

"Clang!"

The blade precisely jammed into the Gatling gun's barrel; in the instant of mechanical overload, the fake Fuh was forced to cease fire.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Fu Heng lunged forward and delivered a knee strike to the opponent's abdomen!

However, her opponent seemed to have anticipated her movements. He blocked with one hand and drew out the same military dagger with the other, aiming straight for her throat!

Fu Yu turned her head to avoid it, then grabbed the other person's wrist with her other hand and twisted it sharply—

It's no use!

It doesn't feel like human bones to the touch; it's more like the trunk of some kind of resilient tree!

Cold and slippery, like old tree roots soaking in rotten water.

The fake Fu Yu's lips curled into a stiff smile as the dagger slashed towards her neck without hesitation!

Fu Mo suddenly let go and retreated.

Her eyes were cold as she quickly assessed the situation.

If it has no pain sensation, the wound will heal quickly, and it cannot be killed. How can it be eliminated?

Fu Heng changed her strategy again in a mere second.

The next second.

Ripples spread across the ground, and a huge curtain of water suddenly rose up from behind her!

Scales and claws could be vaguely seen moving within the water curtain. With a deafening roar, a colossal beast covered in ice-blue scales emerged from the waves.

"Woof!"

And right at this moment.

A loud tremor came from the ground not far away.

The Bixi appeared above the fake Xia Mingang and used the "Mount Tai Press Down" move to smash the ground. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust, the ground collapsed instantly, and debris flew everywhere.

The fake Xia Mingang was directly pressed to the bottom of the pit by the Bixi.

Xia Mingang grinned, "How about this 'Mount Tai Pressing Down' move? My Bixi is no mere decoration!"

However, the next second...

The body trapped at the bottom of the pit transformed into countless vines that wriggled and climbed upwards along the cracks.

Bixi was busy picking up spent bullet casings from the ground, oblivious to the mutant's escape.

Xia Mingang's smile froze, and he stomped his foot in anger. "Damn it! What time is it? Can't you just ignore that junk for now!"

Bixi appears steady, but he has a hobby: collecting bullet casings.

[You're expecting everything from me? When will you ever grow up?]

“How can you call it hope? You are me, and I am you…” Xia Mingang watched as the vines were about to reform.

He suddenly pulled out an incendiary bomb from his waist and flicked the safety pin with his thumb.

"You don't care, huh? I'll do it myself!"

The incendiary bomb traced an arc in the air before landing precisely in the pile of vines.

With a loud "boom," flames erupted, and black vines writhed wildly in the fire, emitting a piercing shriek.

Bixi slowly raised its head. [It's no use, I can't kill it.]

In this domain, the chamois vine will grow continuously.

"Doesn't this thing have any weaknesses?"

Yes, you can figure it out yourself.

Xia Mingang: "..."

Xia Mingang wasn't stupid. Recalling everything he had encountered since entering, he thought, "Is it afraid of the guide's spiritual threads?"

Bixi didn't respond, but buried his head in the soil and continued searching for the spent cartridge.

"So all we have to do is hold out until the guide comes to his senses?"

Xia Mingang found it very simple. Seeing that the vines were about to take shape, he said, "You feel uncomfortable and don't want to move? Then go back. Don't stay outside and affect my performance."

The surrounding darkness became even denser.

Without the barrier of the guide, the sentries present were more or less corrupted.

The situation is even more serious for the three people who are engaged in combat.

Frequent use of abilities will only accelerate the rate of erosion.

Fu Heng and Jiang Mu were already used to it and had been holding back, while Xia Mingang believed that "if they can do it, so can I." How could a dignified S-class Sentinel lose to this damn thing?

The dark matter completely obscured visibility, and those near the armored vehicle could only discern the battle situation from three directions by listening to the sounds.

Tiny, black, dust-like particles, sticky and clinging to the sentry's body, slowly eroding him with each breath.

The sentries were not feeling well.

Apart from Yun Zhao, the only one unaffected was He Guanghai, who had long since merged with the dark matter and felt nothing.

Xie Tu opened the door of the armored vehicle, folded the seats together to form a bed, and gently laid Yun Zhao down.

"Uncle He, protect her well," Xie Tu said in a low voice.

The dim light inside the car cast a shadow on his cold, handsome profile.

He Guanghai stood silently by the car door and stated, "If you go over there, you might be attacked."

Xie Tu's mutant form did not appear, simply because he was staying by Yun Zhao's side.

Red Eyes doesn't want to hurt her right now.

Once you leave her vicinity, who knows what might happen outside.

"Um."

Xie Tu gave a brief reply, his gaze leaving Yun Zhao's serene face as he looked down to check the magazine. "But I have to go."

Going it alone will only lead to being picked off one by one.

That thing controlled the mutants, using dark matter to divide the battlefield and then devour them one by one, more like a cruel and torturous game.

Staying here might seem safe, but in reality, it pushes my companions into danger.

He has to find a way to break the deadlock.

He Guanghai gave him a complicated look, but didn't try to persuade him any further. He simply said, "Come back as soon as you're done. If Zhaozhao wakes up and can't see anyone, she'll definitely be worried."

"Okay." Xie Tu's gaze returned to Yun Zhao's face.

Her eyelashes trembled uneasily, and fine wrinkles appeared between her brows, clearly indicating that she was experiencing something in her subconscious.

He Guanghai will take good care of her.

He should take responsibility for his actions.