Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Humph……"

Bailisha looked at Baitang and the others with a scornful smile on his face, and said sarcastically in a drawn-out tone:

"Just a few of you little cats think you can liberate Bu Zong? You're simply daydreaming. In this Bu Zong, everything is under my control."

That smile was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the self-esteem of the cats in the Xingluo team.

"You, you bastard!"

Bai Tang was so angry that his face turned red and veins popped out on his forehead like angry little snakes.

He jumped up and down, waving the bell of justice in his hand, making it whistle, and shouted back:

"Don't be so proud. We, the Xingluo squad, have come all the way through and encountered all kinds of difficulties. Today is your end!"

The voice was trembling with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between teeth.

"Matsuko, don't let his words provoke you!"

Wu Song's expression was as cold as ice in the cold winter. The power of the fiery tiger surged around him, and the blazing flames made his face look particularly ferocious.

He took a step forward, the stone slabs beneath his feet cracking slightly from the force, and glared at Bailisha:

"You have committed many evil deeds, imprisoned us, and brought chaos to Bu Zong. Today you must pay the price."

That gaze seemed to be able to burn two holes in Bailisha.

"Humph……"

Bailisha snorted disdainfully, and that snort was like a gust of cold wind, making the atmosphere in the hall even colder.

"The price? Just a bunch of you brats, you're not qualified."

After saying this, he waved his hand with an undeniable arrogance and shouted loudly:

"Take them down for me!"

"boom……"

In an instant, the sound of orderly and heavy footsteps came from all directions of the hall, like rumbling thunder, which made people panic.

Immediately afterwards, cats from the twelve tribes poured into the hall like a tide.

The cats of the sub-tribe are small and agile, moving among the crowd with cunning eyes, like a fox staring at its prey;

The cats of the Ugly Tribe were massive and sturdy, radiating brute strength. Every step they took caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if the earth itself was shaking beneath their feet.

The cats of the Yin tribe had sharp eyes and fierce auras, with an innate ferocity, as if they were going to tear everything in front of them into pieces in the next second.

"What? Why? This is impossible!"

Bai Tang was originally shouting with high morale, but when he saw these cats, his eyes suddenly widened, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets. The shock on his face was clearly visible, and his mouth was opened so wide that an egg could be stuffed in.

The scene of being seriously injured by the Zi tribe's sneak attack involuntarily emerged in his mind, and the pain and despair at that time seemed to come back again. He murmured in disbelief:

"Isn't this the sub-clan that attacked us earlier and severely injured us? How come they appear here like nothing happened?"

His voice was full of confusion and anger, like a betrayed child.

"That's unexpected..."

Wu Song's expression also became extremely solemn, his brows twisted into a knot, and the wrinkles on his forehead were like ravines. He whispered:

"It seems that Bailisha has used some tricks on them. The situation is worse than we thought."

The voice was low and suppressed, like the dullness before a storm.

"Is it attached by the power of chaos?"

Mo Zi's expression was cold, his eyes like cold stars. Although he was shocked in his heart, he still remained indifferent on the surface.

"Are these the only cats at the moment?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, like a vigilant cheetah, and looked around carefully, with her hands slightly raised, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

Her breathing became slightly heavier, but soon became steady again, her voice low and calm:

"There's something strange going on, everyone please be careful."

"Yes, sister."

Xiaoqing paused in dancing with her sleeves, and a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, which was like a shooting star across the night sky, disappearing in a flash.

But he soon calmed down, his eyes became firm again, and his sleeves once again protected everyone, his tone firm:

"No matter what, our Xingluo squad will never back down."

"Ha ha……"

At this time, the leaders of the twelve tribes slowly appeared.

There was a strange purple light flashing in the eyes of these leaders, revealing weirdness and mystery.

Wu Song was startled, his heart sank, and he became alert, whispering:

"Something's wrong. These leaders seem to be controlled by something."

"Huh? What are you talking about, you idiot? I don't sense any chaos!"

Bai Tang was full of doubts. He scratched his head, making his messy hair even messier. He said:

"And they're being controlled? How is that possible? They're the leaders!"

"wrong……"

Suddenly, Bai Tang seemed to remember something, and the expression on his face changed from shock to anger, mixed with a hint of disappointment, and he shouted loudly:

"Before, Grandpa Bian Ri made an excuse to escape, saying he was going to get help. I foolishly believed him, but now he shows up here and is being controlled. What the hell is going on?"

The voice echoed in the hall, filled with resentment after being deceived.

"Little guys, let me test your strength!"

Before he could finish his words, the leader of the Yin tribe took the lead and roared loudly. The roar was like a huge bell, and it rushed towards the Xingluo squad with a strong wind.

"Flame Tiger!"

Wu Song quickly swung out the Flame Tiger heavy cannon to resist. The flames collided with the impact, making a loud bang that shook the entire hall.

"Come on, come on, fight with me too!"

The leader of the Ugly Tribe was not to be outdone. With brute force surging through his body and muscles bulging high, he charged towards the Xingluo Squad, trampling deep pits in the ground and sending gravel flying everywhere.

Mo Zi held on to his spirit, using his rhythmic power to resist, while shouting:

"Everyone hold on, don't be affected by this strange power!"

"Well, what is that?"

Just when the Xingluo class was in dire straits, Xiaoqing suddenly discovered that these purple rays seemed to echo a mysterious totem in the hall.

She quickly shouted to her companions:

"Everyone, look at that totem. The power of the purple light might be related to it. If we find a way to destroy it, we might be able to break the control of the leaders!"

At this moment, Bai Tang's eyes fell on him again, and he suddenly widened his eyes, almost popping them out, and shouted out loudly:

"Grandpa Benri, why are you here too? You're a leader that everyone respects, how could... why on earth did you lie to us before?!"

Her words were filled with a desire to gain a reason to reassure him.

When Bian Ri heard the shout, he slowly turned his head. His eyes also flashed with a strange purple light. His face was expressionless. He did not respond to Bai Tang's shout and mechanically approached Xingluoban.

Bai Tang's eyes were red, tears welled up in them, and her voice was trembling:

"Grandpa Bianri, wake up! You've become the number one of the twelve tribes now..."

"Disappear..."

At this time, the leader of the Chen tribe was muttering something, and a strange light was shining around him. Runes flew towards the Xingluo class, and Wu Song and Da Fei hurriedly worked together to resist.

The leader of the Si tribe hid himself, waiting for an opportunity in the dark, launching surprise attacks from time to time, making the Xingluo team exhausted from dealing with them.

Bai Tang was extremely anxious. While dodging the attacks, he shouted:

"We must find a way to remove the control quickly. We can't let Grandpa Bianri and the other leaders continue like this!"