Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"boom!"

Outside the ice cave, Dafei's back hit the ice wall hard, causing the ice edges above his head to fall off.

"These chaos have a strong corrosive power!"

He wiped the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. His round palm was covered with wounds from the sharp metal shell of the alien armor. As the skin and flesh rolled up, the chaotic aura moved along the wound like a poisonous snake.

"..."

But even though his features were wrinkled in pain, he still waved his fists desperately to resist, and each punch was filled with simple stubbornness:

"Wusong...don't scare me..."

The turbid alien armored group rushed over with their claws and fangs bared, their sharp claws scraping against the corners of his clothes, the tearing sound mixed with the low hum of chaos, but Da Fei was still grinning foolishly with his mouth oozing with blood.

"When you wake up, I'll treat you to the most delicious grilled fish...it's even bigger than the one Bai Tang stole!"

He slipped and stumbled, and quickly used his palms to support the ice, leaving several bloody marks on his red, frozen palms.

"..."

In the ice cave, Wu Song's eyelashes trembled violently, and the broken illusion was still circling in his mind - the mugwort cake handed to him by his mother, and his father's shoulders carrying him as he ran. Those warm pictures and the chaos of reality were intertwined into a dazzling web.

His fingertips tightly gripped the whistle, his knuckles turning white from the exertion, and a broken whisper escaped from his throat:

"Dad... Mom... I understand... You never blamed me..."

When the sticky chaos tentacles suddenly attacked, he instinctively shrank his shoulders, and then flames exploded around his body. The unique golden and red rhythm pattern of Da Zong spread along his neck to his forehead, and the fourth rhythm pattern lit up with a dazzling golden light like the sun.

"Get out of my way!"

"Fight Zong Wusong and never give up!"

He roared, his voice hoarse and resolute as if he had just woken up from a dream.

The two sticks drew fiery arcs in the air, and the entwined flames were like two awakened fire dragons, making the air crackle wherever they passed.

"Hell of Fire Blasts!"

Wu Song's two sticks collided heavily, and a huge vortex of fire condensed at the tip of the stick, instantly engulfing the entire space. The rock walls of the ice cave groaned under the high temperature.

"boom……"

The alien armors outside the ice cave collectively screamed in fear. The originally coordinated offensive was instantly disrupted. The metal joints twisted and retreated, but were pressed step by step by the raging sea of ​​fire.

“This is…”

Da Fei widened his eyes like copper bells, looking at the alien armors that had chased him and made him flee in a panic just now, but were now retreating madly like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

The scorching air rushed towards him, burning him so much that he squinted his eyes, but the corners of his mouth stretched uncontrollably to his ears, and he laughed foolishly:

"Great! Even you've broken through to the fourth stage! I told you Wu Song wouldn't abandon me!"

He jumped on the spot excitedly, completely ignoring the bleeding wounds on his body, which stained his tattered clothes with blood.

"Hmm~"

Wu Song stood in the air with his feet on the blazing flames. The golden flames burning around him made the chaotic aura sizzle, and every flame carried the domineering power to purify all things.

As he slowly landed on the ground, the sparks raised by his two sticks burned black marks on the ice.

"It seems this is it..."

He casually picked up the healing grass in the corner that was emitting a warm white light. The dew condensed on the leaves was as crystal clear as a mother's tears under the reflection of the flames.

Wu Song quickly ran to Da Fei and stuffed the herbs into his broad palm.

"Next! This healing spirit grass can save Sister Mo Zi! With it, we can definitely snatch Sister Mo Zi back from Hun Dun!"

"OK!"

Da Fei carefully took the herb, gently stroking the leaves with his plump palms as if he were holding a rare treasure:

"I told you... you'll definitely wake up!"

He laughed, tears of excitement welling up in the corners of his eyes, and wiped them with his sleeves.

"After we rescue Sister Mo Zi, I'll take you to the biggest grilled fish stall at the foot of the mountain! I want double the chili. I won't give it to Bai Tang even though he's drooling over it!"

"hiss--"

As he spoke, he reached out and patted Wu Song's shoulder, but the pain made him gasp - the wound on his body was still aching.

"Okay, but we have to wait until your injury is healed. But by then, it must not be smaller than that meatball!"

"of course……"

The two cats walked side by side down the mountain. Da Fei turned his head from time to time to look at the mysterious rhythmic patterns flowing on Wu Song's forehead, his eyes full of pride and satisfaction.

Behind him, on the land purified by the "Hell of Fire Blast", tender green sprouts were pushing away the thick layer of ice. The white halo of the healing grass and the remaining flames of Wusong were intertwined, outlining the totem of Dazong on the scorched earth. It was a symbol of hope and rebirth, shining brightly in the chaotic haze.

……

The ice field groaned under the pressure of chaos. The pitch-black chains wrapped around Mo Zi twisted like living things, and the barbs at the ends of the chains dripped corrosive chaos slime.

"Humph……"

She was suspended in the air three feet above the ground, with swirling black mist swirling in her hollow pupils. The hem of her clothes moved without wind, and every flutter brought about a shrill sound that tore through the air.

“Ouch, it hurts, it hurts so much…”

Bai Tang's rhythmic patterns on his chest flickered, and the palm of his hand holding the weapon was bloody and the crack at the base of his palm extended almost to his wrist.

The giant hammer condensed from chaos smashed down, and he rolled sideways to avoid it. A bottomless ravine was instantly smashed into the ice surface.

"Sister Mo Zi! It's me!"

He roared and leaped up to fight back, but the rhythmic energy bursting out of his weapon exploded like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan when it touched the chaos barrier around Mo Zi.

"elder sister--"

Xiaoqing's hair was stuck to her pale face with blood. She struggled to stand up, and the wind blade condensed at her fingertips was crushed into powder when it approached Mo Zi.

"what--"

The chaos tentacles wrapped around her waist and abdomen, almost suffocating her. The crisp sound of broken ribs mixed with painful groans was particularly harsh on the deadly ice field.

"It's so abominable, is there no other way?"

Mingyue's double axes were already covered with cracks, and ice crystals condensed on the axe blades were mixed with blood.

She swung her double axes to chop away the oncoming Chaos Python, but was pierced through the left shoulder by the chain thrown by Mo Zi.

"Why is the corrosive power of chaos so strong!"

The intense pain made her kneel on the ground, and the silver-blue rhythm patterns flickered wildly on the wound, but they were still unable to resist the erosion of chaos.

"..."

Haipiao's body was swept by the chaotic waves and crashed into the ice wall. The last bubble she condensed shattered the moment it came into contact with the chaos, and the sharp fragments scratched her cheek.

"Why is this happening?"

"Has the power of chaos already devoured Sister A Zi?"

The small body slid a long way along the ice and finally stopped in the direction where Wu Song was about to arrive. The last thing he saw before he fainted was Mo Zi raising his huge chaotic claws covered with spikes and smashing them down hard at the seriously injured Xiao Qing.

"stop!"

Dafei rushed towards him like a mountain, and he opened his arms and tried to block the attack with his body.

"Uh……"

The giant claws of chaos slammed heavily on his broad back. The crisp sound of scales cracking mixed with muffled groans rang out, and his whole cat was knocked into the ice. Blood flowed along the cracks in the ice into shocking lines.

"Sister Azi, let me purify your chaos!"

Wu Song's flames dyed half the sky red. He swung his two sticks to split the layers of chaos. The residual power of the Fire Prison plowed two charred marks on the ice field.

"Humph……"

But Mo Zi just raised her hand contemptuously and the raging flames were compressed into a small fireball, which made an unwilling explosion sound in her palm.

The chaotic chains were like thousands of snakes emerging from a cave, trapping the six people tightly. Mo Zi looked down at the "prey" at his feet, and a cold mechanical sound mixed with the low hum of chaos:

"Struggle... and perish in despair."

Wu Song looked at his companions who were covered in bruises, and the anger surging in his chest almost burst through his throat.

The newly formed rhythmic pattern on the forehead suddenly burst out with strong light, and the flames wrapped around the two sticks turned from red to dazzling gold, and the sound of explosions burning the air came one after another.

"Da Zong Wusong is here! Chaos must be driven away today!"

"Unbelievable!"

The dark purple mechanical sound mixed with the low hum of chaos. He raised his hand and summoned a ten-foot-tall chaos giant, and punched the ground.

The ice instantly cracked into a spider web, and Bai Tang struggled and shouted:

"Wusong! Her Chaos is stronger than before!"

"so what!"

Wu Song, however, did not retreat but advanced, raising his two sticks high above his head, with golden flames gathering madly at the tips of the sticks:

"Hell of Fire Blasts!"

A huge vortex of flames shot up into the sky and collided with the Chaos Colossus with a loud bang.

The scorching air blew away the ice within a hundred meters. Da Fei protected the unconscious Hai Piao and shouted:

"Great! That's exactly what we should do!"

"..."

A trace of fluctuation flashed in Mo Zi's eyes, but he still swung out the giant chaos blade to meet the attack.

The moment the two forces collided, the world seemed to be split in two.

Xiaoqing coughed up blood foam and shouted:

"Wusong! My sister's weak spot is between her eyebrows!"

Wu Song seized the brief stalemate, and the flame chain wrapped around the dark purple Chaos Armor like a spirit snake:

"Did you hear that? We will never give up on you!"

"Break it for me!"

He roared, and the two sticks collided heavily. The golden flames from the top of the Hell of Fire rushed into Mo Zi's body along the chains, and the Chaos Armor let out a mournful cry as it could not bear the heavy burden.

Mingyue struggled to lift the broken axe:

"Wusong! The healing spirit grass can't hold on any longer!"

"Da Fei! Give me the healing grass!"

Wu Song shouted without turning his head. Da Fei endured the severe pain and took out the glowing white healing grass from his arms:

"Next! This time we must bring Sister Mo Zi back!"

Wu Song smashed the Healing Grass against the two sticks, and the flames suddenly surged, forming a giant fire phoenix burning with the faint glow of the Healing Grass.

"Take my move again! The hell of fire will hit your head - and your heart will burn!" Wu Song threw his two sticks fiercely, and the fire phoenix screamed and crashed into Mo Zi's heart.

"Impossible... How could the power of chaos..."

Mo Zi covered his chest in pain and knelt on the ground. Wu Song took the opportunity to step forward and put his palms on Mo Zi's back:

"Sister Mo Zi, do you remember our agreement? The Peking Opera Cat's faith is that it will never be swallowed by chaos!"

"what--"

As the purifying power of the Hell of Fire and the healing power of the Spirit Healing Grass blended together, the black mist in Mo Zi's eyes gradually faded away. He finally let out a painful whimper and collapsed in Wu Song's arms.