Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

Mo Zi watched his companions suffer setbacks one after another, feeling extremely anxious.

"All of you get out of my way—"

She brandished her spear, trying to break through the encirclement of the residents and rush towards the magic flute.

"..."

However, the residents continued to pour in like a tide, completely blocking her way.

"Hahaha……"

Magic Flute looked at the cats in trouble and laughed so hard that he fell over:

"Mo Zi, did you see that? You are no match for me at all! Just surrender obediently, and maybe I can leave you with an intact body!"

"Impossible, as long as you have faith, you will succeed!"

Bai Tang struggled to get up from the ground, his eyes full of resentment:

"Mo Flute, we won't give up!"

Upon hearing this, Magic Flute laughed even more arrogantly:

"Give up? You should have given up long ago! In front of my invincible magic flute, your persistence is nothing but folly!"

"Yanhu..."

Wu Song once again gathered the power of flame, even though his body was already very weak:

"Modi, even if we risk our lives, we will never let you succeed!"

Magic Flute snorted coldly:

"Fighting with all your might? Just you guys? That's a joke! I can wipe you all out with just a snap of my fingers!"

Xiaoqing's rhythmic power was almost gone, but she still held on tightly:

"Sister, let's fight together until the last moment!"

Magic Flute taunted:

"The last moment? Your last moment has arrived!"

“Wow…”

Da Fei roared, trying to break free from the control of the flute:

"I won't lose to you, a bad guy!"

The Magic Flute laughed wildly and said:

"Da Fei, you've already lost! You all have lost!"

"Hundred Ices Broken!"

Mo Zi brandished her spear, repelling the residents' attacks time and time again, even though her strength was gradually depleted:

"Mo Flute, we will not surrender to you!"

Magic Flute said disdainfully:

"Don't surrender? Then wait for your destruction!"

……

As the rhythm of the magic flute's music grew faster and faster, the cats' resistance became increasingly difficult.

Bai Tang's consciousness gradually became blurred and his body was shaking; Wu Song's flame rhythm power was getting weaker and weaker, almost going out; Xiao Qing's rhythm power was completely exhausted and he collapsed to the ground; Da Fei was also controlled by the flute sound and could not move.

"Ha ha……"

Modriel looked at the people who were about to fall and said triumphantly:

"Mo Zi, what else do you have to say now? You have completely failed! In the face of my absolute power, you don't even have the qualifications to resist!"

"My friends..."

"No, I will never give up on you, absolutely not!"

Mo Zi looked at her companions, her eyes full of despair and unwillingness, but she still held the spear tightly and refused to fall down.

"Uh--"

However, in the end, under the control of the powerful sound of the magic flute, Mo Zi's body gradually lost strength and slowly fell to the ground.

"Rhythm power——"

The Magic Flute laughed wildly and walked towards the fallen people:

"Now, you are all my prisoners!"

Darkness completely enveloped the streets, and the balance of victory seemed to have completely tilted towards Modrière...

The night was like thick ink, weighing heavily on the streets shrouded in evil.

"Go, my wonderful puppets, and tear them to pieces!"

The magic flute's arrogant laughter was like the cry of a night owl, echoing in the dead air.

"Uh--"

The controlled residents, with their eyes flashing with strange lights, were like a group of zombies. Under the control of the magic flute, they once again surrounded Mo Zi.

"..."

Mo Zi stood alone and helpless in the center of the encirclement, her hair disheveled and her body covered with scars from the battle. Blood kept dripping from the wounds, gathering on the ground into a shocking pool of blood.

"Has even your last bit of consciousness been completely eroded?"

As she watched her fellow Xingluo Squad members, Bai Tang, Wu Song, Xiao Qing and Da Fei, with empty eyes and mechanical steps joining the siege, the spear in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang", making a dull and desperate sound.

"Ah……"

Her knees softened and she fell heavily to the ground, the dust raising up blurring her figure.

At this moment, Mo Zi's empty eyes swept across the controlled faces, and the scenes of his interactions with his companions flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope.

"Oh, that's ridiculous—"

Once upon a time, they vowed to work together and overcome numerous difficulties, but now, facing the Magic Flute, they were completely powerless to fight back and were easily reduced to puppets of the enemy.

"Why? Why are they so weak?"

Mo Zi's heart was screaming in pain,

"If I bring them with me, can I really achieve my goal and avenge my brother? Could it be that...my brother's death was caused by my blind trust in these burdens?"

"elder brother……"

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and the scene of his brother Mo Yun's sacrifice once again appeared clearly before his eyes.

At that time, they also encountered a powerful enemy. In the chaos, Mo Yun sacrificed his life to protect her and others.

And now, Mo Zi and a group of defenseless companions are in the same desperate predicament.

"If I hadn't brought them with me..."

The dark purple nails dug deep into the palm of the hand, and blood slowly flowed out from the gaps between the fingers.

"Will my brother not die? Will I be able to focus on my cultivation without distraction and become strong enough to handle all this with ease?"

"..."

Controlled by the magic flute's sounds, the residents and their companions pressed forward, their attacks raining down like raindrops.

Mo Zi seemed to have lost consciousness and was completely unaware of the danger around him.

"call out……"

A fierce fist blew and hit her shoulder hard. She just shook slightly without any intention of resisting.

"boom!"

Another kick landed on her waist, and she stumbled and fell to the ground, still making no attempt to get up.

Mo Di walked slowly over, looking down at Mo Zi with a mocking sneer on his face:

"Mo Zi, look at yourself now, and then look at your so-called companions. I've said before that they are nothing but a bunch of burdens that will only drag you down and bring you one step closer to death."

"..."

Mo Zi slowly raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and despair.

"..."

At this moment, she felt that Magic Flute's words were extremely harsh, but she could not refute them.

Her lips trembled, and she wanted to say something, but her throat was choked by endless pain.

"!"

At this moment, a barely perceptible struggle flashed in Bai Tang's empty eyes.

Under the constraints of that mysterious power, there seemed to be a voice deep in his consciousness shouting desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of darkness.

"Sister Azi..."

Bai Tang muttered incoherently and his steps paused.

"?"

When Mo Zi saw this scene, a faint glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

But soon, the sound of the magic flute suddenly became more rapid, and the struggle in Bai Tang's eyes disappeared instantly, and it returned to its empty look, and continued to attack Mo Zi.

The fire of hope that had just ignited in Mo Zi's heart was ruthlessly extinguished.

He collapsed to the ground again, tears streaming down his face.

"Perhaps, Magic Flute is right..."

She thought desperately in her heart,

"I shouldn't have expected them to be my helpers. From the very beginning, I was wrong..."

The circle of residents and companions became smaller and smaller, and the attacks became more and more fierce.

Mo Zi lay on the ground, allowing fists and attacks to fall on him, with only endless regret and despair in his heart.

The darkness completely submerged her like a tide, and it seemed that there was no hope left...