"Hold on a little longer, everyone! We can already see the end of the zombie horde! We'll be able to break through soon!" A machine gunner on the front tank shouted excitedly to his comrades. Standing on high ground, he could already see the edge of the zombie wave. If they advanced another kilometer, they would be able to cross the zombie horde.
"Give it your all, we'll break through soon!" Hearing the machine gunner's shout from the tank, everyone's spirits lifted, and they shouted back. The fatigue from the long, continuous fighting lessened considerably; their hands were almost numb from firing so much. Seeing hope, they all put in even more effort, and the speed of the breakout increased dramatically.
"We're finally going to break through!" Hearing the excited shouts of the soldiers, Uncle Nine, who had been running alongside them and eliminating zombies, breathed a sigh of relief. This breakout journey felt like walking on the road to the underworld.
"Look! What's that in the sky?" Terrified screams echoed through the crowd. A dark mass was hurtling rapidly toward the multinational advance team. It wasn't a cloud.
"Could it be some kind of monster again!" Hearing the exclamation, the soldiers all looked up at the sky. As the darkness drew ever closer, despair filled the hearts of every soldier.
"Quick, get out of the way!" Seeing the black object about to fall, Uncle Nine reacted quickly, pulling Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai under a truck.
Seeing this, Monk Yixin and Taoist Simu quickly pulled their respective disciples to crawl under a truck, while Aunt Zhe followed Uncle Jiu to crawl under the same truck.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The next moment, a whistling sound rang out above the soldiers' heads. In the sky, black spears rained down from afar, turning the ground, trees, and corpses into monsters. Even the roofs of trucks were easily pierced.
"Puff puff puff..."
In an instant, the sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh and striking the ground rang out incessantly. Black spears rained down, instantly pinning everything down, whether it was soldiers from multiple countries, zombies, trees, or even tank tracks that were broken and truck roofs that were pierced.
"Black spears, it's Wang Han!" Under the cover of the truck, looking at the black spears that kept shooting out, and at the unique ancient patterns on these spears, Uncle Nine's expression was complicated. Although he knew that Wang Han was also on the island of Dongying, he never expected to encounter Wang Han so soon. What he never expected was that he would meet Wang Han in this way. Meeting this old friend of the instigator amidst the deaths of hundreds of thousands of people, and having committed such a huge massacre, no one could forgive him.
"Fellow Daoist, he has completely changed. He is no longer the Wang Han we knew!" Underneath a truck, looking at the countless people shot through and nailed to the ground, Monk Yixin said sorrowfully to Uncle Jiu and Daoist Simu. The meaning was clear: the outcome was certain, and they should no longer hold onto any hope, nor should they be reluctant to accept it.
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"It's finally stopped!" A full minute passed before the rain of spears falling from the sky finally ceased.
Uncle Nine and his group, along with some quick-thinking individuals who were close to the truck or had taken cover underneath it, gradually emerged from under the truck. They removed the black spears surrounding the truck and surveyed the ground after the rain of spears. Most of them were exorcists who had been on the truck.
"What kind of magic could achieve this?"
"The monster even destroyed the corpses of its companions; the being who used this magic must be extremely evil."
Looking at the land before them, which had just been ravaged by a rain of spears, the survivors were all amazed. As far as the eye could see, the land was almost entirely covered by black spears, densely packed like a sugarcane field. A single spell had reaped the lives of hundreds of thousands of people, and even the endless corpses and monsters around them had been wiped out.
"I never imagined he had become this powerful!" Uncle Nine sighed.
"He is a genius that appears only once in a lifetime!" Monk Yixin said, shaking his head with a sigh. Since ancient times, evil has never prevailed over good. Even if Wang Han was a genius that appears only once in a lifetime, he still died and perished because he went down the wrong path.
What's the next step?
After the initial shock, everyone looked at each other. The spears driven into the ground were so densely packed that they surrounded them like a fence. However, unlike a fence, which only had a single ring, these black spears were so numerous that their ends were almost invisible. Tanks, armored vehicles, and trucks were almost completely destroyed in this barrage of arrows, and it would take a long time to repair them. Moreover, their army was almost wiped out. Facing the endless monsters and yokai on the island, and without supplies, it was almost impossible for them to survive until they reached Mount Fuji.
However, they were unwilling to go back like this. They had already sacrificed so many people, and they had rushed in. There were still a large number of demons behind them, and the sea had been blocked by the sea creatures. Countless demons were attacking the base. Even if they could go back, they would not survive.
"How many people are still alive? Keep clearing the spears, repair the battlefield where you can, bring supplies and gather with me, keep moving forward!" Just as everyone was at a loss, a loudspeaker rang out from the forest of spears, and Hans, who had been shoved under the car by the guards, used a megaphone to shout to those around him.
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Let's rewind to a few minutes earlier.
Watching Wang Han pull out a miniature spear the size of a wire, and with a flick of his wrist transform it into a 1.5-meter-long spear, which then multiplied in the air, covering the sky in a few breaths and pouring down like a torrential rain onto the distant battlefield, Wang Mang was deeply shocked. Wang Han's move was not only incredibly strange, but also covered a vast area and was extremely dense.
"Weren't you worried that that move just now might have killed Uncle Nine and the others too?"
After the initial shock, Wang Mang couldn't help but ask Wang Han a question out of curiosity. In his view, there was simply no possibility of such an attack missing anything.
“Uncle Jiu reacted very quickly. And the arrows won't hit him; my mind has been focused on them the whole time,” Wang Han said with a smile. Wang Han knew what Wang Mang was worried about: he was afraid Wang Han would kill him along with him in this bloodbath.
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