Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"It's you, little girl, who has some skills."

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Ma Buliang's cloudy eyes.

"I want to see how long you can withstand my blows!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless skinny black hands suddenly stretched out from the ink-colored scroll, pounced towards Mo Zi with bared fangs and claws, and instantly grabbed her ankles tightly.

"He's joined the battlefield too!"

Mo Zi's face turned stern, and determination flashed in her ice-blue eyes. She clenched her teeth suddenly, and the rhythmic energy in her body surged. She waved the ice fan in her hand, and the sharp ice blade whizzed out, instantly cutting off those black hands.

However, before she could catch her breath, Ma Buliang's hoarse laughter sounded behind her like a ghost:

“Too slow—”

Then, the bone paintbrush, carrying a strong fishy smell, pierced straight into her back. The blood drop on the tip of the brush flashed with a strange light and was about to splash onto her ice armor.

"Don't even think about hurting my sister!"

At the critical moment, Xiaoqing was extremely anxious, and her sleeves were like nimble snakes, wrapped with sharp water blades, and rolled towards Ma Buliang like lightning.

"..."

Seeing this, Ma Buliang calmly turned the paintbrush in his palm and drew a strange arc.

In an instant, an inky black vortex appeared out of thin air, and the water blade released by Xiaoqing was instantly swallowed by the vortex and disappeared without a trace.

"The methods of the Haze Valley are very advanced. You alone are far from enough to defeat them."

Ma Buliang sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

"Ha ha……"

At this moment, Zhirou's sharp yet sweet laughter suddenly rang out:

"Little brother, don't waste your energy!"

It turned out that while everyone's attention was drawn to Ma Buliang, Zhi Rou appeared above Mo Zi's head like a ghost. Then, the pile of white rice paper in her hand fell down like a raging waterfall, and in the blink of an eye, it wrapped Mo Zi tightly into a cocoon.

"!"

"Let go of Sister A Zi!"

Bai Tang was extremely anxious. Under the erosion of chaos, he had almost lost consciousness, but he still roared with all his might, and the bell of justice on his chest also burst out with the last faint golden light.

However, Zhirou just chuckled contemptuously and waved her hand, easily dispelling Baitang's resistance:

"Don't be impatient, little brother. Let me have fun with this one first, then it will be your turn~"

As she spoke, the rice paper on her fingertips crawled into the gaps in the dark purple ice armor like a wriggling worm. The power of chaos was like a maggot in the tarsal bones, and began to madly erode the dark purple meridians.

"boom!"

Wu Song was distracted by worrying about Mo Zi's safety, and Yun Bai's Chaos Whistle took the opportunity to smash down and landed heavily on his shoulder.

"what……"

With a "crack" sound, Wu Song's flames instantly collapsed, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the whole cat staggered back several steps.

“Why is this happening!”

But even so, his eyes were still fixed on the chain around Yun Bai's neck that emitted a strange purple light, and he shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Senior Sister! Wake up! Look at me! I'm Wu Song!"

"..."

Yun Bai's eyes were still empty, as if her soul had been taken away. She mechanically waved the whistle stick again, but at the moment when the whistle stick was about to touch Wu Song's throat, her wrist trembled slightly, and her movements became a little slow, almost imperceptible.

"Shocking!"

Da Fei seized the opportunity and burst out with all his strength, like a mad buffalo, rushing towards Ma Buliang regardless of everything.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, and every step he took made the ice surface tremble.

"Oh, this is how you use the rhythmic power of Chang Zong!"

However, Ma Buliang seemed to have anticipated all this. He waved his paintbrush slowly, and in an instant, a towering ink-black wall rose from the ground and stood firmly in front of Dafei.

"boom!"

Da Fei's fist slammed heavily on the huge inky wall, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and was completely removed.

"With your limited brute force, you think you can save your companions? You're simply daydreaming."

"Then look at the subtle use of rhythmic power!"

Ma Buliang said sarcastically, then he tapped the scroll in front of him with the tip of his pen. Three avatars with illusory figures and a chaotic aura around them slowly walked out of the painting and attacked Xiaoqing, Mingyue and Baitang respectively.

……

At this moment, the proprietress stood at the top of the chaotic vortex, overlooking the chaotic battle and bursting into a crazy laugh:

"Keep struggling! Every bit of your resistance is just another sacrifice to Chaos!"

As she controlled it, the primordial chaos in the stone box, like an awakened ancient beast, transformed into a giant hand that covered the sky and the sun, pressing down fiercely towards the Xingluo class.

The pressure of chaos came like a landslide and tsunami, causing the surrounding air to distort and deform. The rhythmic power of Wu Song and other cats seemed so small in front of this powerful force, as if they would be completely crushed at any time.

……

Mo Zi struggled to resist the erosion of chaos in the rice paper cocoon, and every struggle seemed so powerless;

Bai Tang was almost fainted by Zhirou's power, and his consciousness gradually became blurred;

Xiaoqing and Mingyue teamed up to fight against the Chaos clone, but due to the disparity in power, they gradually became overwhelmed and suffered more and more wounds on their bodies.

Yun Bai, still under the control of Chaos, mechanically attacked his former junior brother. Although he would occasionally hesitate instinctively, he was soon overwhelmed by the power of Chaos.

Da Fei looked at the direction where the sea drift was being swallowed, with despair and determination flashing in his eyes - the fate of the Xingluo class seemed to be falling towards endless darkness.