Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"What kind of power is this?"

Mo Zi was knocked away by the sudden terrifying force, and his body rolled uncontrollably in the air like a kite with a broken string.

"Don't get hurt again!"

Just as she was about to hit the ground heavily, Mo Zi's eyes flashed, and the ice-blue rhythmic energy around her instantly burst out, circling around her like a lively ribbon.

"rhyme!"

With her strong will and exquisite control of rhythmic power, she twisted her body forcefully in the air and landed steadily on the ground.

"Uh……"

As soon as she landed, Mo Zi staggered, and the burning pain in her back made her frown.

But she didn't care about her own pain. Her eyes were full of astonishment and confusion. She stared at Feng Wuji intently, thinking to herself:

"What's going on? Why did Feng Wuji suddenly become like this?"

"Uh--"

At this moment, a painful murmur came into Mo Zi's ears. He turned his head and saw Bai Tang and the others still lying on the ground, very weak. Every painful groan was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

"Sugar!"

Mo Zi's eyes instantly became firm, and without any hesitation, he ran quickly to his companions.

Mo Zi stood firmly on his feet, his hands dancing quickly, and he said in a low voice:

"Ice Realm of Ten Thousand Flowers!"

In an instant, the ice-blue energy around her surged wildly, transforming into countless ice crystals sparkling with cold light.

These ice crystals intertwined and spun in the air at an extremely fast speed, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a huge and solid ice shield, tightly covering cats such as Baitang, Wusong, Xiaoqing, Dafei and Mingyue.

"boom--"

The strong wind, carrying a terrifying pressure, continuously hit the ice shield, making loud "bang bang" sounds and sending ice chips flying everywhere.

"What on earth is this?"

But Mo Zi gritted his teeth, supported himself on the ice shield with both hands, and continuously supplied rhythmic power. The ice shield was shaking in the strong wind, but it always resisted tenaciously, protecting the injured companions inside the shield.

"!"

Just as Mo Zi was trying his best to support the ice shield, Feng Wuji's painful and urgent voice penetrated the strong wind and came over:

"Hurry, little girl, kill me! I just want to pursue power, but I don't want to be a slave to power!"

What followed was an extremely miserable cry, which was full of struggle and despair, as if it came from the depths of the soul.

"Why is it like this?"

Mo Zi looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Feng Wuji's whole body was emitting a strong purple light, which was like a raging flame, constantly surging and jumping.

"Ugh—come and save me!"

At this moment, the color in Feng Wuji's pupils had been completely devoured, completely turning into a strange purple, and the rhythmic power in his body was like a flood that broke through the dam, gushing out continuously and madly. Every bit of rhythmic power was wrapped in the breath of chaos, making the surrounding air more and more oppressive and distorted.

"this!"

When Mo Zi saw this scene, his brows furrowed tightly, almost forming the shape of the Chinese character "川".

She was in extreme entanglement and struggle, with two thoughts clashing fiercely in her mind.

On the one hand, Feng Wuji's current state clearly shows that he has been deeply corrupted by Chaos. If this problem is not resolved quickly, once he completely loses his mind, the consequences will be disastrous. Perhaps only by defeating him can the spread of this disaster be stopped.

But on the other hand, Bai Tang and the others were still lying on the ground groaning in pain, their lives were in critical condition, and they urgently needed treatment and transfer.

"Qing'er friends, what should I do?"

Mo Zi's gaze fell to the ground again. Looking at the painful expressions of Bai Tang, his sister Xiaoqing and other companions, his heart felt as if it was being pricked by thousands of needles.

"hateful!"

Her fists were clenched tightly, her knuckles turning white from the exertion, and the inner struggle made both her breathing quicken.

"If it's my brother, what should I do?"

Every second of hesitation was like torture. He knew that no matter which choice he made, it would affect the life and death of his companions and the direction of this battle.

"Hmm~"

Just when Mo Zi was torn between his conscience and his desires, feeling as if his heart was about to be torn apart, his companions lying on the ground slowly woke up on the brink of life and death.

"Uh--"

The first one to move was Bai Tang. His eyelids trembled slightly, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and he let out a low moan.

"What's wrong with me? No!"

He had just regained consciousness and his head was still dizzy, but Feng Wuji's previous desperate and painful cry was like a thunderclap, drilling straight into his ears, making his chaotic mind instantly clear up a little.

"Uh, sister—"

Xiaoqing gritted her teeth, supported herself on the ground with both hands, endured the pain all over her body, and slowly sat up.

Her face was extremely pale, and her once lively eyes were now bloodshot, but her eyes revealed an unquestionable firmness.

She looked at Mo Zi, her lips trembling, and shouted with all her strength:

"Sister, don't worry about us! From the moment we set out on this journey, our Xingluo class vowed to rescue Maotu. Now that Feng Wuji has become like this, only you may be able to stop him. Don't hesitate, go quickly, sister!"

Every word seemed to burst out from the deepest part of her heart, with the courage to burn her boats.

"Sigh~"

When Bai Tang heard Xiao Qing's words, he bit his tongue hard. The severe pain from the tip of his tongue made him wake up instantly, and his eyes became exceptionally bright.

He struggled to get up, but due to lack of strength he fell back heavily. He could only lie on the ground and shouted:

"Sister Ah Zi, Sister Xiao Qing is right! Go ahead and don't worry about us. But when everything is over, you have to bring me some delicious food. I'm still thinking about those sweet cat biscuits!"

Despite the difficult situation, he still tried to force a smile, trying to ease the suffocating atmosphere.

"Stand up!"

Wu Song gripped the Flame Tiger Stick tightly with both hands, exerted force suddenly, and propped himself up to stand up.

"Whoo~"

His breathing was a little rapid, and beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead rolled down his cheeks and dripped onto the dusty ground.

He stared at Mo Zi closely, then looked at Feng Wuji who was in a frenzy. The anger on his brows was burning as if it was going to ignite the air around him.

He took a deep breath and said in a low and powerful voice:

"Sister Azi, we can't escape this battle. It seems that this time, I really have to fight to the last moment."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on the Flame Tiger Stick in his hand, his joints turning white from the force, and a fearless aura emanated from his body.

"Hmm~"

Mingyue also slowly sat up. She gently brushed the dust off her face and glanced gently at her companions around her.

Although she didn't speak, her eyes were full of relief and determination.

Facing this crisis together with these companions who had shared life and death with her, a warmth welled up in her heart. In this cruel battlefield, this friendship was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving her strength.

"Hmm~"

Dafei slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gray sky with a hint of regret that was hard to conceal.

He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be choked by something, and after a while he muttered to himself:

"Grandma, Dafei, I can't go back to see you."

The voice was filled with deep longing for family, as well as a hint of helplessness and sadness.

But soon, his eyes became firm, and he turned to look at his companions, as if telling himself that no matter what the outcome, he would fight to the end with everyone.