7. Rescue
The moment Su Lin was abducted, it felt as if the very core of Lei Qing, A Yan, and Mu Lin's souls had been ripped away. A brief moment of dead silence was followed by a violent reaction like a volcanic eruption. Worry, fear, anger—all the most primitive and intense human emotions ignited in that moment, coalescing into a bone-chilling, all-consuming murderous intent. The remaining light in their eyes was extinguished, replaced by a deep, abyssal darkness and determination.
"Get out of here!" Lei Qing's roar was no longer the usual deep command. Instead, it became the roar of a wounded, dying beast, hoarse and broken, filled with a mad, destructive rage. He grasped the military dagger, stained with the blood of countless enemies, with his backhand. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light. At this moment, it was no longer just a weapon, but the scythe wielded by the god of death.
He completely abandoned all thought of defense or evasion, his mind focused on a single, clear goal—forward! Forward at all costs! Each blow was as precise as a machine, slitting the enemy's throat, piercing his beating heart, and severing his fragile tendons. Warm blood splattered like cheap paint, staining his hardened face and dark gray combat uniform a hideous crimson. He couldn't even feel the pain of the enemy's weapon slicing through his flesh; adrenaline and surging rage overwhelmed everything. The sniper rifle slung heavily on his back. In this narrow, chaotic, and mixed alleyway, the cold and efficient dagger was the fastest killing tool. His eyes were fixed on the dark path where Su Lin had been taken, a suffocating focus, as if everything else in the world had ceased to exist.
"Ahhh! Give Su Lin back!" A Yan's sanity completely shattered the moment he saw Su Lin being carried away. His eyes were bloodshot, his golden pupils shrunken to the size of needles. The flames burning around him were no longer the vibrant orange-red of his usual battles, but had transformed into a nearly blazing white, emitting a terrifyingly high temperature! The air around him twisted and boiled, and the gravel under his feet began to melt with a sizzling sound.
He was no longer content with simply forcing the enemy back or injuring them; destruction and slaughter became his sole instinct. His fists, like two out-of-control suns, lashed out furiously! Highly compressed balls of blazing white fire, like meteorites, whistled with a piercing roar as they fiercely slammed into the guards attempting to regroup.
"BOOM! BOOM!"
Deafening explosions echoed, and flames shot skyward, illuminating half the city block like daylight. Screams were instantly drowned out by the blasts, and the reek of charred flesh mingled with the smoke, creating a sickening stench of death. A guard, machete raised, charged fearlessly. A Yan didn't even try to dodge, his hand, blazing with white flames, catching the man's blade-wielding arm! The terrifying flames spread instantly, and the man only had time to let out a short, agonizing scream before he was reduced to a frantically dancing, ultimately collapsing, human-shaped charcoal! A Yan, without even a glance, threw the still-burning remains at another enemy who had attempted to fire, like discarding a piece of trash. The immense force and flames engulfed the man as well!
Everywhere he passed became a veritable blazing hell. The walls, scorched black by the intense heat, peeled, even melted and dripped; the debris on the ground instantly turned to ash; the bodies of the enemies curled up in the flames, carbonizing, ultimately becoming a shapeless pile of black charcoal. His sanity had been completely consumed, and only the single conviction of saving Su Lin drove this body, transformed into a weapon of destruction.
Mu Lin's face, usually adorned with a gentle smile, was now covered in a layer of perpetual frost, expressionless and hard as a marble sculpture. He didn't roar like Lei Qing, nor did he rage like A Yan, but his eyes, always filled with gentleness like water, were now as cold as unmelted black ice. Deep within them swirled a storm powerful enough to freeze the soul.
He was no longer limited to condensing a few icy cones for precise kills. His hands danced gracefully and swiftly before him, as if conducting a grand symphony of death. Large-scale manipulation of the environment became his fighting style! With him as the center, the temperature within a radius of dozens of meters plummeted, and the moisture in the air was frantically extracted and condensed!
"Crack—Crack—"
The smooth, hard ice instantly covered the vast expanse of ground ahead at a speed visible to the naked eye. The advancing enemies slipped, lost their balance, and fell in a panic, their weapons flying out of their hands and their formation in disarray! Simultaneously, a cold, dense, indissoluble white mist emerged from nowhere, spreading rapidly like a living thing, greatly obstructing the enemy's vision. Fire from a distance suddenly lost its accuracy, and bullets whizzed blindly, mostly hitting empty space or accidentally injuring their companions.
And this was just the beginning! The next moment, countless incredibly sharp, gleaming ice spikes, like living thorns, suddenly shot out from the walls, the ground, and even the ceiling! They appeared at wicked angles, their speed as fast as lightning! "Puff! Puff!" The muffled sound of blades piercing flesh continued incessantly. One by one, enemies were pierced through the chest, throat, and eye sockets by the sudden emergence of ice spikes! Screams rang out one after another, and blood instantly dyed the crystals red, painting a cruel and eerie picture of death.
His control was precise to the millimeter, his efficiency chilling. The ice always appeared at the perfect moment beneath the enemy's feet, the icy mist perfectly obscured the enemy's long-range fire, and his deadly ice spikes precisely cleared the flanks and those attempting to outflank him from behind, clearing the way for Lei Qing's desperate charge and A Yan's destructive flames. His ultimate calmness formed a stark and eerie contrast with the utter fury of the other two, yet he also exuded a deadly chill that shuddered the soul.
The three unleashed their full powers, unreservedly, without regard for consumption, without regard for consequences! The destructive force they unleashed was devastating! Like a whirling deathstorm, burning with the flames of vengeance and swirling with deadly ice, they were like an unstoppable knife sent from Hell. They tore through the layers of defenses of Blackrock Base, the endless waves of guards, and ripped a cruel path paved with blood, charred remains, and ice crystals!
The crackle of gunfire was as dense as popping beans, the thud of exploding fireballs pierced the eardrums, the screams of the dying, the crackle of ice shattering under heavy blows, the roars of rage and the wails of despair… all these sounds blended into a chaotic and bloody symphony, completely shattering the dead silence of the base's night. Many ordinary residents, awakened by the shock, huddled in the depths of their shabby shacks or simple wooden buildings, covering their heads and mouths with filthy blankets, trembling and trembling, afraid to even breathe, fearing the attention of the evil spirits outside. Even some of the previously valiant low-level psychic guards, faced with these three completely desperate, monstrous-strength, ferocious fighters, began to tremble with fear. Their initial offensive weakened, and they even began to instinctively avoid their attacks.
Like a Shura pulled from a pool of blood, Lei Qing kicked aside a corpse whose throat still gurgled with blood. His gaze swept across like radar, instantly locking onto a guard with a broken leg, dragging his stumps along as he tried to crawl away. He lunged forward, his grip like a pair of iron pliers slamming into the man's collar, lifting him from the ground! The dagger's blade, stained with sticky blood, pressed tightly against the guard's violently trembling Adam's apple, the cold touch causing him to lose control of his bladder.
"Where are they?!" Lei Qing's voice was hoarse and cold, devoid of any human emotion. It was like a death warrant sent from the deepest depths of the Nine Netherworld. "Where was Su Lin taken?! Tell me!"
The guard was terrified, his face pale as paper, his teeth chattering, his groin wet, and a strong, foul odor filled the air. "In... in... in Xiao's main building..." He trembled, barely able to form a complete sentence, "The very... the very top floor... Boss Xiao... took him to the very top floor..."
"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Lei Qing didn't even wait for him to finish. With a twist of his wrist, he decisively ended his life, discarding the still-twitching corpse like a piece of trash. He raised his head, his bloodstained face a pair of eyes that shone terrifyingly bright. Their gaze, like a tangible blade, was fixed on the tallest and most sturdy building in the center of the base, a crouching giant in the darkness—the seat of Xiao's power.
"Let's go!" Without any hesitation, and without even looking back to confirm whether his teammates were following him, Lei Qing squeezed out the word from between his teeth, and once again transformed himself into an efficient killing machine, launching a second, even more frantic charge towards the main building!
A Yan let out a deep, beast-like roar from his throat, and the blazing white flames around him surged again. He swung his fists forward, and a fan-shaped flame shockwave roared out, devouring the abandoned vehicles and debris in front of him, as well as the enemies behind him, melting and vaporizing them all! He forcibly cleared a charred passage.
Mu Lin said nothing, his hands suddenly stretched out to the sides! A thick layer of ice instantly formed on the walls of the buildings on both sides of the road, and quickly extended forward, forming two temporary ice barriers. To a certain extent, it blocked the reinforcements that continued to pour out from the flanking alleys, buying precious time for the three advancing people.
Lei Qing was like the sharpest and most ruthless blade, his figure swiftly shuttling through the passage woven by flames and frost. Every flash of his dagger would inevitably bring up a rain of blood, accurately and efficiently eliminating every enemy who dared to block the straight path leading to the main building.
Blood, like cheap paint, splashed freely, staining the road to the center of power red. The walls were crisscrossed with scorched burns, deep and shallow knife marks, and splattered bloodstains. The ground was littered with shimmering ice, twisted and deformed bullet casings, shattered weapon parts, and bodies in various gruesome poses.
Only one thought remained in their minds, resonating like a mantra: Faster! Faster! Faster! They had to reach Xiao before he could cause any irreparable harm to Su Lin! Every second of delay could mean eternal regret!
The bloody battle that broke out to rescue beloved companions has completely torn apart and subverted the fragile illusion of order on the surface of Blackrock Base.
The burning madness and unwavering determination in the eyes of Lei Qing, A Yan, and Mu Lin was like the bitterest cold wind, chilling the very hearts of all who witnessed this scene. At this moment, they had already transcended ordinary combat and were now wielding their lives, their souls, and everything they possessed, striving to forge a path to the only salvation.
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