Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 240 Look Behind You

"Roar--!!"

A deafening roar shook everyone's eardrums, and the tall, dark figure at the head of the group, accompanied by a gust of evil wind, rushed to the front of everyone in the blink of an eye.

"Get out of the way!!"

Everything happened too suddenly.

Old Meng and the bandaged young man, who were standing behind the shelf shelter, had just reacted when they saw the wolf-shaped monster that had suddenly appeared grow larger in their pupils.

The two quickly assessed the situation and, knowing they couldn't confront him head-on, they tacitly shouted loudly to warn their companions.

At the same time, thanks to their superhuman physical abilities, they rushed out at lightning speed and dragged the soldiers blocking the monster's path to the sides.

"boom--!!"

A deafening roar, almost touching their faces, suddenly erupted, and the monster's tentative pounce missed its target.

But the powerful momentum generated by the speed and force still stirred up a strong wind and flying dust, making the clothes of the two who had just escaped the disaster flutter loudly.

The ground was struck by the attack, and brick and stone fragments flew out like bullets, triggering a series of screams among the refugees who had just come to their senses and were fleeing in panic not far away.

Hearing the commotion around him, the young man, who had just recovered from the sudden attack, quickly changed his expression from panic to anger.

"Damn it!! You're asking for it!!"

He cursed angrily, completely disregarding the little magic power he had left and his broken arm, and with that roar, his whole body quickly lowered down.

The skin, now uncovered, instantly sprouted yellow fur with black spots, and the young man swelled up, transforming into a leopard on all fours.

It stared fiercely at the culprit shrouded in smoke and dust, roared, broke free of its torn bandages, and pounced in.

Old Meng, who witnessed everything, wanted to stop them but it was too late. He could only slap his thigh and, while dragging the soldier beside him backward, shout loudly:
"Quickly! Everyone back up! Soldiers, spread out and provide covering fire!"

The sound echoed as the well-coordinated team quickly demonstrated its efficiency.

Those who had run out of bullets or were wounded were busy evacuating refugees from the inner area, working together to drag the injured and immobile to a safe distance, away from the combat zone.

The others quickly spread out and cooperated with the Special Operations Bureau agents who stepped forward one after another, dividing the area and forming an effective crossfire to suppress the few smaller wolf-like monsters outside the camp.

However, these monsters were clearly far more troublesome than any danger they had encountered before.

A barrage of bullets, woven from all directions, rained down relentlessly upon the suddenly appearing monsters.

But these creatures, which resembled humanoid beasts, were extremely agile and fast.

Even when hit by bullets, they only let out a roar and howl.

The bullets that penetrated the fur would be squeezed out by the writhing muscles and fall to the ground with a clatter.

Old Meng, who had witnessed all of this, looked anxious. Clearly, these monsters were far beyond the capabilities of ordinary infantry firepower.

In this confined space, only the extraordinary can confront and intercept them head-on.

But along the way, fighting and retreating, all the powerful superhumans were already injured.

As for himself, who was in a relatively better situation and had support abilities, he was only slightly stronger than ordinary people in terms of physique, so he could only worry helplessly.

Looking outside the camp, they were barely holding their ground against various sources of fire and a few aliens who were not known for their offensive skills.

Old Meng turned his head to look at what was in front of him. In the rising dust, he could vaguely see a black and a yellow figure entangled and tearing at each other. He gritted his teeth, knowing that he could not delay any longer.

His eyes scanned the area quickly, and he picked up a twisted steel bar that had broken off from some pillar on the ground. He held it upside down, ready to rush into the smoke and dust.

The plan was to first help the formidable leopard defeat the largest monster, and then provide support to other areas.

However, just as he took a few steps, preparing for a desperate last stand,
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A series of dull thuds came from behind, followed by a roar that seemed to boost morale and exclamations of surprise from our own side.

This sudden turn of events caused Lao Meng to freeze, stop in his tracks, and turn around to look back.

Then he saw the hole leading to the upper level of the mall, and nearly ten identical black werewolves fell in like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

After roaring, they charged straight into the stalemate, instantly breaking the balance. In a flash, several unprepared individuals were thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground.

Just as he was gripped by extreme terror, the sounds of two wild beasts, one black and one yellow, fighting suddenly ceased amidst the rising dust.

Before he could react, a yellow figure flew backward with a whooshing sound and a cloud of dust, crashing directly into Old Meng, who was standing frozen in place.

The two crashed through several makeshift shelters made of stacked shelves as they tumbled, finally coming to a stop.

Outside the defensive line, the wolf pack's numbers increased several times over, directly disrupting the previously barely maintained situation.

The previously orderly gunfire quickly subsided, followed by screams, and then fell silent.

Old Wolf Quake, with heavy steps, emerged from the ravaged area where the battle had just taken place, his tall, dark figure once again appearing in the sight of everyone in the small camp.

"Heh heh~ Are you a leopard or a mouse? All you do is hide?"

A hoarse laugh rang out, and the wolf's eyes looked with disdain at the two people struggling to get up amidst the scattered wreckage of shelves in the distance.

It was met with a furious stare.

But it didn't care at all, and just twisted its neck.

There, the claw marks left by the leopard man's attack, taking advantage of the size difference, were visibly healing at a rapid pace until they left no trace.

Meanwhile, the remaining werewolves who had finished their battle in the distance gathered around and threw the unconscious or defenseless figures they were carrying onto an open ground, piling them up high.

Looking at these "spoils of war," Quake nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, good, you did a great job."

It praised her, and although its voice was hoarse like a wild beast, it couldn't hide the excitement in its tone.

However, the wolf's eyes, fixed on the pile of spoils, spotted many soldiers in green camouflage, which seemed to be of no use to them...

Just as Quake was thinking this and reached out his gleaming wolf claws toward the crowd in front of him, a weak yet extremely penetrating roar suddenly rang out.

"Hey! You audacious werewolf! How dare you attack us! Take this!!"

Just as Quake was about to look up, interrupted by the sound and having his attention drawn, he noticed two strong gusts of wind suddenly coming from behind him.

It instantly understood the speaker's scheme. This insidious method immediately reminded it of the pretentious vampire, and it was instantly enraged. The joy of its easy victory vanished in an instant.

But no matter how angry or resentful it was, the person who made the move had used a feint attack tactic that brought them too close.

Quirk only had time to turn halfway around, and before he could even raise his hand to defend himself, he felt a sharp pain coming from the back of his body.

Its eyes instantly became bloodshot and turned completely red. It let out a howl, swung its arm, and sent the two figures that had ambushed it flying.

At the same time, a nearly two-meter-long tail covered in thick, long hair and a blood-soaked kidney larger than a face were also thrown out.

However, just as the two zombies, each with their own "spoils" raised and sharp claws, were about to move forward, they were surrounded by other werewolves who had reacted and rushed forward, trapping them in place.

Seeing this, the long-faced old Taoist priest, who had been secretly ringing the bell behind his back for a while, sighed regretfully. "I never expected that my killer move, which has dominated the martial world for so long, would fail. What a pity!"

At this moment, he was lifted into the air by a stretcher that was clearly made up of various supermarket items and shelves.

Although covered by a sheet, it was still possible to vaguely see that the lower half of the stretcher had collapsed, and the bloodstains were faintly visible through the sheet.

Dozens of people were gathered closely around the stretcher.

There were soldiers with bandages wrapped around their bodies, walking unsteadily with crutches, and agents in black uniforms from the Special Operations Bureau being helped along.

Further back were the refugees who had been ignored by the werewolves and scattered.

This team could be described as almost entirely composed of the elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled. These were the last remaining forces of resistance who could barely move after the camp personnel escaped and were staying at the makeshift medical station behind the camp to care for the seriously wounded.

The sneak attack failed, and although the two black-haired zombies controlled by the old Taoist were individually made of copper and iron, far superior to ordinary werewolves, they could only watch helplessly as they were surrounded and torn apart by the wolf pack due to the nearly tenfold difference in numbers.

At the same time, the bell in the old Taoist's hand instantly dimmed, cracked, and then snapped with a "snap".

It shattered into pieces and scattered on the ground.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent. The crowd could only move back slightly, watching helplessly as the wolves, enraged by the attack and baring their fangs, gathered around.

The old Taoist priest on the stretcher could only smile wryly and wave his hand, signaling the person next to him to put him down.

"Sigh~ Everyone who can move should run. This mall is so big, running outside... sigh..."

He stopped mid-sentence and didn't continue. After all, they had all fled here, so how could they not know what was happening outside?
The crowd remained silent, clearly understanding the situation, and none of them moved.

But as the dark, ferocious, and tall werewolves surrounded them, it seemed as if they were carrying a shadow.

Although they knew there was no hope of escape and had resigned themselves to their fate, many of the refugees were still pale-faced, trembling, and looking down, unable to bear looking any longer.

Especially the leader who was walking at the very front, and who was clearly a size larger.

Having just been ambushed and had its tail severed by a kidney strike, its pair of fist-sized, ferocious beast eyes were now blood red, leaving no doubt that in its rage it would tear everyone to shreds.

"The werewolves of the United States..."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should have come with the fleet as well."

"Aren't you afraid of provoking international conflict by attacking our Xingguo troops without any provocation?!"

As the werewolf, who was almost in front of the crowd, raised its claws high, reflecting the dim light above, ready to strike.

After this series of ordeals, the old Taoist priest, whose face had grown increasingly pale, forced himself to speak these words, making a final struggle, his small eyes staring directly into the other's blood-red wolf eyes.

If this method were used against other superhuman groups, or even against the captains of the United States fleet who were currently in control of the overall situation, it would likely cause them to hesitate and waver.

However, it has little effect on werewolves, a group that doesn't like to use their brains.

Especially after being ambushed, he was already enraged and no different from a wild beast.

Quake raised his claws, ready to tear the crowd in front of him to pieces to quell his rage.

Upon hearing the old man's words, his eyes flickered, and then a mocking smile appeared on his lips before he swung his sword down without hesitation.

"Roar!! Die!!!"

To the old Taoist's astonishment, the enormous, rock-crushing black wolf claw rapidly magnified in his field of vision.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, a furious blow slammed down, sending nearby people tumbling backward and kicking up a cloud of dust.

Quirk himself had a cruel, bloody, twisted expression of pleasure spread across his thin face.

However, the smile didn't last long before it froze abruptly. As it regained some of its senses, it quickly sensed the unusual nature of the attack through its animalistic intuition and instinct.

The feel was very strange. It didn't feel like I was hitting an old man who was on his deathbed. Instead, it felt like I was hitting some solid metal, which made its claws go numb.

As it withdrew and retreated, the dust kicked up by the attack quickly dissipated, revealing a figure wearing a strange apricot-yellow robe behind it.

Two yellow talismans covered with dense, strange patterns were wrapped around the man's legs, and they were shimmering with light.

On the opponent's chest, the very spot where he had just attacked, a dark blue talisman spontaneously combusted under his gaze, turning to ashes and falling to the ground.

Besides, the other party was completely unharmed, not even a scratch on their clothes.

Seemingly sensing its gaze, the young man revealed a provocative smile, and then pulled out two identical dark blue talismans from somewhere, sticking one on his forehead and one on his chest.

"Look behind you."

As he spoke, as if afraid the other person wouldn't understand, he pointed behind him.

Even so, the old wolf seemed to have no intention of turning around to look at him. It just lay on the ground and let out a threatening growl, wary of the person in front of it.

Yang Ping could only shrug at this, his voice tinged with regret.

"Then it seems you'll have to set off without really knowing what's going on."

Before Quake could react, he heard a faint sound from above.

Just as a warning sign arose in its mind, two dazzling streaks of light flashed before its eyes, and in a daze it seemed to see... two swords.

The next moment, its vision abruptly split into two halves, which slid to the sides as its body grew cold.

From Yang Ping's perspective, the two sword lights pierced through the ground and floorboards to an unknown depth. The werewolf at the center of the attack was like a mosquito in the path of a cannon, being evenly divided into four pieces and falling to the ground.

Looking up in the direction from which the sword light came, a straight, deep hole extending diagonally upwards to the ground suddenly appeared before my eyes.

"That's really exaggerated..."

Yang Ping's shocked exclamation echoed around them, not to mention the others, who all seemed petrified, tilting their heads back and remaining motionless.

Even the simple-minded wolf pack was stunned when they saw their leader suddenly being dismantled and the hole above their heads.

"Tap..."

As soon as clear footsteps approached, Li Qingfeng, along with six elite soldiers, leaped down through the exceptionally smooth-edged hole.

He spread his arms, and two streaks of light instantly flew away.

Amidst a barely perceptible cutting sound and the sticky thud of chunks of meat hitting the ground, two sword lights, like dazzling light strips, swirled and danced among the werewolves.

Finally, the two red lights were drawn into his hands, transforming into the shapes of the Righteous Path Sword and the Azure Cloud Sword, which he gently grasped. Only then did the sound of people falling down echo around him.

The remaining werewolves followed in their leader's footsteps almost simultaneously, scattering across the ground, indistinguishable from one another.

After doing all this, Li Qingfeng stepped to Yang Ping's side.

He nodded as he looked at the group of injured and shocked people in front of him.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

(End of this chapter)