Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"..."

Zhirou's pale face was covered in cold sweat, and her trembling fingers drew incomplete talismans in the air.

The ink barrier she barely maintained emitted a humming sound as it was overwhelmed, and every line on it was distorted under the impact of the chaos.

Looking at the ice crystals seeping out of the Mo Zi cracks, she remembered the information she had seen in the Haze Valley before - Mo Zi, Mo Yun's biological sister, is now in a chaotic state, and her strength has long surpassed Mo Yun of that year.

"Our current state...we are no match for her..."

Before she finished her words, the dark purple ice spear had penetrated the barrier like lightning.

"what--"

The biting cold instantly froze her shoulders, blood splattered on the ice, and a strange red plum blossom bloomed. The severe pain made her almost unable to hold the hand that was making the seal.

"Have you heard of the Haze Valley? That's all."

Mo Zi's voice seemed to come from a thousand-year-old ice cellar, without a trace of emotion.

She gently turned the ice spear, and the tip of the spear made a sharp hissing sound as it cut through the air. The air wave it created during the sweep blew away the rubble on the ground, and wherever it passed, bricks and stones turned into ice dust.

The ice spikes swung by Huan Ye crumbled into pieces the moment they touched the tip of the gun. The powerful impact made her stagger back half a step.

She tasted the blood mixed with icy bitterness in her mouth - that was her severely injured body warning her that Mo Zi at this moment was no match for her.

"Uh……"

With every breath, she could feel the pain surging in her chest, but her eyes remained firm, staring at Mo Zi's every move.

"Hahaha……"

The three tumorous heads of the proprietress simultaneously let out shrill, ear-piercing laughs that hurt everyone's eardrums.

The Chaos Core's crimson pupils turned towards the cats in the Hazy Valley, filled with endless mockery and contempt:

"Hahaha, you're courting death, you idiot..."

The dark golden air wave suddenly changed direction, like a thick wall, temporarily enveloping the Xingluo class in a protective barrier.

"These defeated soldiers are still useful. You are Mo Zi's new toys!"

The proprietress's words were filled with malice, as if she had foreseen the fate of the cats in the Haze Valley.

"Um?"

Da Fei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the people in the Haze Valley who were suppressed by the power of chaos. Suddenly, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

He turned to look at Xiaoqing, who also looked surprised, and whispered:

"Take advantage of now! Wusong has not been completely devoured! They have attracted Mo Zi's attention, we may have a chance..."

"it is good……"

Xiaoqing nodded slightly, her eyes rekindled with fighting spirit. Although her body was covered in wounds, she was willing to use her last bit of strength to rescue Wusong.

"..."

Bai Tang's chaos had spread to his heart. He half-knelt on the ground, his body twitching violently.

The bell of justice hummed faintly, seeming so small in the chaos.

But he suddenly grinned, and a dark purple blade of light condensed from his black fingertips:

"You stinky ass! If you dare to die in there, I'll beat you into a pig's head when I rescue you!"

There was stubbornness and determination in his voice. Although the erosion of chaos made him suffer, he would never back down for his companions.

Wu Song, who was trapped in the core of chaos, had his flames extinguished long ago, and his body was manipulated by the power of chaos like a puppet.

His consciousness continued to sink, and fragments of memory surged in chaos.

Huihui's last look, his own trembling hands...those painful memories that he had buried deep in his heart now came flooding back like a tide.

Suddenly, he heard the vague shouts of his companions from outside, like light penetrating the fog, causing his blackened fingertips to tremble slightly.

A ray of clarity emerged from the chaos, and he cried out in his heart:

“I can’t… fall…”

……

On the other side of the battlefield, the Phantom Night Ice Armor burst out with more black blood, and every crack was oozing out cold blood.

But she still held on tightly to Mo Zi's ice spear, and the confrontation of strength caused the air around them to distort.

"Hahaha……"

She raised her head and laughed coldly, her voice mixed with the crisp sound of shattering ice crystals:

"So what if it's the original chaos? Lord An's chaos is the orthodox one!"

A dark totem appeared on her wrist, and a dark light flickered in the chaos.

The scarlet vertical pupil in the dark purple pupil twisted strangely, and the attack of the ice spear in his hand slowed down for a moment.

This brief pause may be the key to turning the tide of the war...