As the footsteps drew nearer, a blurry figure gradually emerged from the darkness. The figure was tall and bloated, clad in a tattered Japanese military uniform, its color long faded, leaving only mottled stains, as if bearing the marks of time and blood. He wore a hideous mask, carved with distorted features and exuding an evil aura. Only a pair of eyes, emitting an eerie red glow, like two burning will-o'-the-wisp fires, flickered eerily in the darkness. In his hand, he held a rusty saber, dripping with dark red liquid. The liquid pooled on the ground, emitting a pungent, bloody odor, as if it had just been stained with fresh blood.
"Is this... the ghost of a Japs?" Ouyang Zhenghao cried in terror, his voice trembling with fear, like a leaf shivering in the cold wind. At that moment, his heart was filled with fear and anger. The figure before him instantly brought back memories of that tragic history. His hatred for the invaders erupted like a volcano, intertwined with his fear of the unknown danger, causing his body to tremble slightly involuntarily. His hand, tightly gripping his weapon, was shaking, whether from fear or anger, but he had only one thought in his mind: no matter what, he must not let this evil figure harm his teammates.
Lin Yu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself in this atmosphere of extreme fear. "No matter what it is, we must not retreat. Everyone, be careful and follow my instructions. This may be the key to uncovering the truth. Perhaps defeating it will lead to more clues and justice for those wronged souls." Lin Yu said, his eyes revealing determination and fearlessness. Although his heart was filled with fear, he knew that retreating at this moment would only lead to death. He tried to clear his mind, quickly thinking of a strategy to deal with this mysterious figure, and constantly encouraged himself and his teammates in his heart. We must protect everyone, not put our teammates in danger, and we must uncover the truth behind this.
The figure in Japanese military uniform slowly approached them. With every step, the air around them seemed to be squeezed thinner, forming a powerful pressure that made it difficult to breathe. As the figure approached, a strong evil aura rushed over them. The aura was mixed with the pungent smell of blood and the sickening smell of death, as if it came from the abyss of hell, making people tremble with fear. When the figure approached a certain distance, it suddenly raised its saber and, with a whirring sound, slashed at Lin Yu fiercely. The saber cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, like the call of the god of death.
Lin Yu reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side. The saber grazed his body and struck the nearby wall, sending up a shower of sparks and instantly creating a deep crack. "Everyone, spread out! Don't let it concentrate its attack! Use the surroundings to find its weaknesses!" Lin Yu shouted, quickly adjusting his posture and preparing to counterattack. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, but he tried to remain calm, observing the enemy's movements, looking for an opportunity to strike back. Ouyang Zhenghao and Shen Yao immediately dispersed to the sides, using the old boxes and debris in the basement as cover, trying to find an opportunity to attack the figure's weaknesses.
Ouyang Zhenghao seized the opportunity and stabbed the figure's leg from the side. However, when the weapon pierced the figure's leg, it was as if it had stabbed an extremely hard stone, leaving only a shallow mark, and even failing to scratch the tattered military uniform. "How come this thing's body is as hard as steel? Ordinary attacks are useless!" Ouyang Zhenghao shouted anxiously, a flash of despair in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. He knew that in this desperate situation, despair was useless, and only by constantly trying could there be a glimmer of hope. He gritted his teeth and prepared to attack again.
While nimbly dodging the figure's random attacks, Chen Yao carefully observed its body structure. Her eyes were fixed on the figure, not missing a single detail. Suddenly, she discovered that the figure's mask seemed to be a place where energy converged. Whenever it launched an attack, the strange red light on the mask would become brighter. "Lin Yu, Ouyang, its mask seems to be the core of energy convergence. Perhaps attacking there can cause substantial damage to it!" Chen Yao shouted loudly, her eyes revealing a hint of excitement, as if she had found a ray of light in the darkness. But she also understood that attacking that position was by no means easy. It required close cooperation from everyone. If she was not careful, she might fail.
After hearing Chen Yao's suggestion, Lin Yu quickly considered a countermeasure. "Ouyang, you continue to attract its attention and find ways to provoke it, making its attacks more violent and disorderly, but be mindful of your own safety. I'll take this opportunity to get behind it and look for a chance to attack the mask. Chen Yao, you use the energy disruptor to create an opening for me, disrupting its movements and throwing its rhythm off. We must seize this opportunity; success or failure depends on it!" Lin Yu made his plans decisively, his eyes revealing unwavering determination. At this moment, he pinned all his hopes on this plan. Although the chances of success were slim, it was their only chance, and he must give it his all.
Ouyang Zhenghao took a deep breath, roared, and rushed towards the figure. He brandished his weapon and launched a fierce attack on the figure's head and chest, trying to attract its full attention. "Come on! You evil thing! See how I, your grandpa, will deal with you!" Ouyang Zhenghao shouted, his voice full of fearlessness. Although he was still afraid in his heart, he put his life and death aside in order to create an opportunity for Lin Yu. Although his attack failed to cause substantial damage to the figure, it successfully angered it. The figure let out a low roar, like the roar of a wild beast, turned and pounced on Ouyang Zhenghao, waving the saber in his hand even more violently. Cold light flashed in the darkness, and each blow carried a powerful force, as if to cut Ouyang Zhenghao into pieces.
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