Chapter 172: Severe Injury (2)
More than a dozen people opened fire while a barrage of fine concealed needles rained down upon the two of them. For a moment, they had no choice but to dodge frantically left and right. There were very few shelters available around this traditional courtyard house, and their attempts to evade the storm of bullets and hidden weapons were utterly wretched and humiliating. Even the sable dared not launch a reckless attack against them; compared to its previous unstoppable dominance, it now seemed somewhat constrained.
For more than a dozen people, the seamless coordination in such a scenario was clearly forged through countless repetitions. They must have relied on this exact tactical combination to accomplish missions many times before. This method—resembling feral beasts savagely fighting over scraps of food—drove He Zhixing and Jiang Ni into a desperate plight.
The ceaseless gunfire and the whistling breaches of hidden weapons shrouded the battlefield in an apocalyptic gloom.
The entire world seemed to have shifted into a different hue—a desolate, hazy, and chilling atmosphere, harrowing and relentlessly pressing!
The walls, the surroundings, the roof, and the eaves were riddled with the crisp, snapping impacts of stray bullets and projectiles, leaving behind a chaotic mess of scars and tiny pierced holes.
What kind of concept was this? What manner of terrifying existence? The girls hiding inside the house did not even dare to draw a full breath; terrified, they huddled beneath beds or behind iron shielding and other makeshift covers. This was no game. If a stray bullet were to hit a vital organ, lives would be instantly snuffed out.
Boss Li and his companions outside the courtyard did not dare to step inside. Hiding far away in a zone beyond the reach of stray bullets, they were utterly dumbfounded by the fierce combat unfolding within Zou Ning's courtyard!
He Zhixing and Jiang Ni exerted every ounce of their strength to evade the onslaught, treading with extreme caution at every step, yet they could still not escape the fate of being hit. Although they managed to dodge the most lethal rounds, their bodies had already taken numerous bullets and hidden weapons. They were now at the end of their tether; given the severity of their wounds and the massive blood loss, it was certain that they would collapse from exhaustion and lose consciousness within forty minutes.
The spirit turtles arrived precisely at this moment. The two humans were clinging to their final shred of endurance, dodging in a bedastled and wretched state. Upon witnessing this scene, the six spirit turtles immediately lunged into the fray, each exhaling a massive orb of spiritual energy. These bubbles encapsulated the bodies of He Zhixing and Jiang Ni within transparent, oversized barriers of spiritual energy.
The bullets and fine needles struck the energy bubbles to no avail, producing sharp clanging sounds akin to impacts against a sheet of steel. These colossal bubbles were impervious to blades and firearms—truly formidable!
Every single member of the Dragon Squad was stunned for the first time by this bizarre bubble shield. Protected by these wondrous barriers, the firearms and hidden weapons of He Zhixing and Jiang Ni could no longer inflict any damage. Yet at this very micro-second, the sable struck like lightning. Transforming into a streak of purple light, it lunged toward the members of the Dragon Squad. In high-level combat, seizing the initiative is everything.
Instantly, the agonizing groans and painful cries of one or two teammates echoed through the air. The number of operatives scratched or bitten by the sable continued to rise one by one. The venom carried on the sable's body had already infiltrated the wounds of those it had clawed or bitten.
The venom spread with terrifying speed, oozing dark fluid from the lacerated flesh, causing swelling, and rapidly coursing through the capillary pores into every corner of their bodies...
Upon witnessing this dire situation, the elderly leader shouted an urgent command: "Fall back quickly! If we don't retreat now, it will be too late!"
Supporting one another, the dozen-plus individuals fled through the main gate. Both the sable and the spirit turtles swiftly bolted out in pursuit. Summoning the very last remnants of his physical energy, He Zhixing shouted out to the spirit turtles and the sable: "A-Zi, spirit turtles... stop chasing...!"