Peking Opera Cat: I Became A Zi's Brother

"Roar……"

When Huan Ye transformed into a giant wolf and pounced, the icy mist under his claws condensed into sharp white fangs.

"!"

Wu Song's pupils suddenly shrank, and flames around him suddenly surged. A red-gold tiger-shaped shadow emerged from behind him.

"Fire Judge!"

He roared, and the burning whistle stick slammed heavily to the ground. The red-gold fire net spread out like wildfire, forcing the ice fog and wolf claws back three feet, and the ground instantly became charred and cracked.

"Weak flame..."

However, Yinmo Luo's broom had already wrapped around his ankles like a poisonous snake, and the chaotic dust condensed into chains and squeezed into the gaps in his armor.

Ma Buliang took the opportunity to throw out his pen and ink, and the dark purple spell exploded under his feet, and the ground instantly turned into a sticky mud.

"Is this all you can do? Primal Chaos, you are completely disgraced!"

Yin Mo Luo smiled and tightened the chains. The moment Wu Song stumbled and knelt, Huan Ye turned into a black panther again and pounced on him, with his sharp claws going straight for his face.

"Ten thousand soldiers march out at once!"

Wu Song swung his stick violently, and countless red-gold flame soldiers broke out of the ground, holding fire blades and forming a shield wall.

The black panther crashed into the terracotta army formation, its sharp claws scratched and sparks flew, but it was burned by the flames and roared angrily.

Wu Song used the momentum to leap up, and the tip of his whistle stick condensed into a blazing fireball:

"Flame Tiger Heavy Cannon!"

The fireball fell like a meteor, blasting Yin Mo Luo's chaos chains into pieces.

"Cough cough..."

The violent blast blew away the nearby Ma Buliang, who slammed heavily into the broken wall. The blood he coughed up formed strange purple flowers in the chaotic dust.

"..."

The paper-soft, pale fingertips moved rapidly across the scroll, and a chaotic unicorn made of ink stepped out of the air, opened its mouth and swallowed all the flaming terracotta warriors, while at the same time it swung out a long ink whip and wrapped it around Wu Song's wrist.

"Primal Chaos can't even handle a cat, it's hilarious!"

A sickly blush crept up her cheeks, and suddenly waves of ink surged up from the ground.

Xiaoqing leaned against the broken stone pillar to barely support her body, black blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, and the Water Rhythm Pearl was dull and lifeless.

She gritted her teeth and swung out her tattered sleeves. A few thin water blades barely cut through Mo Lang, her voice hoarse:

"Wu Song...I can only..."

Before he could finish his words, he coughed violently, staining half of his sleeve red, but he still tried his best to gather the charm of water.

……

On the other side of the battlefield, Da Fei was covered in blood, and his armor was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

He knelt on the scorched earth and gently held the unconscious Bai Tang in his arms.

The boy's originally bright martial arts uniform had been blown to tatters, his pale face was covered in blood, black blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, and the bell of justice on his chest was dim, but still stubbornly emitted a faint light.

Da Fei wiped the blood from the corner of Bai Tang's mouth with his rough hands, shaking. His voice was low and firm:

"Don't be afraid, we are all here..."

"Humph……"

Ling Zuan folded his arms across his chest, leaning against the Yiwu Armor, and sneered contemptuously:

"If you can't even protect a seriously injured comrade, how can you talk about protection?"

Huan Ye took the opportunity to transform into a hawk and swooped down, tearing the flesh off Wu Song's shoulder with his sharp claws;

The chaotic storm stirred up by Yin Mo Luo's broom, carrying Ma Buliang's curse runes, dragged him into the center of the vortex.

Wu Song's armor broke into pieces, and blood flowed out from the wounds, staining the burning ground beneath his feet red.

"I will never back down this time!"

"The Hell of Fire is blasting!"

The flames around Wu Song surged three times in size, and he used up all his strength to raise the whistle stick above his head.

The entire sky turned into a sea of ​​red-gold fire, and countless flaming meteorites fell like rain.

"This time, the power of rhyme is quite terrifying!"

The energy shield of the alien armor vibrated violently in the meteor shower, and Lingzuan had to concentrate on adjusting its defense.

But Wu Song knelt on one knee as soon as he performed his moves - Ma Buliang's brushstrokes were wreaking havoc in his body, and every time he exerted force it felt like thousands of steel needles were moving through his bone marrow.

His flames gradually dimmed, and the Chaos Chains took the opportunity to wrap around his neck, leaving deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

"Humph……"

Huan Ye transformed back into human form, and pressed an ice blade against his throat with his fingertips. "Original Chaos, this is the 'trouble' you can't solve."

The Yinmo Luo monster smiled and lifted his chin with a broom:

"It's just a last-ditch effort!"

Zhirou leaned weakly on the scroll, but still did not forget to mock:

"You can't even protect yourself, and you still want to protect your companions? What a joke!"

In the distance, Dafei held Baitang in his arms, his huge body blocking the young man like a towering mountain.

He looked at Wu Song, who was in a desperate situation, his eyes burning with anger and unwillingness, and his strength gathered on his scarred arms:

"If you want to touch Xingluo Squad, you have to step over my dead body first!"

Xiaoqing also forced herself to stand up straight, the water rhyme beads glowing again, and she clenched her fists:

"Wusong, we haven't lost yet..."

……

Above the battlefield, the dark golden mist of primordial chaos surged, as if mocking the group of Peking Opera cats who were resisting stubbornly.

But there was no fear in the eyes of the Xingluo team. Even though they were covered in wounds and even though they were in desperate situations, their belief in protecting each other remained as firm as iron.

The dark golden mist of primordial chaos surged into a distorted giant face, and the roar shook the ground to cracks:

"They can't even handle a few seriously injured losers. Is this all the Haze Valley can do?"

Huan Ye transformed into an ice snake and nimbly avoided the flames. His silver eyes were as cold as ice, and he flicked his tongue softly:

"Noisy."

An icy blue light shone brightly around her, and her snake body suddenly swelled. The icy blue scales reflected a cold light, and she pounced directly on Wu Song's face. Her movements were elegant but sharp, as if she was performing an artistic hunt.

"Ha ha……"

The Yinmo Luo monster laughed and swirled the broom into a vortex. The sharp blade made of chaotic dust brushed past Dafei's ear:

"If you're capable of this, get yourself killed! Don't think you can dictate things just because you're in the Chaos clan!"

He deliberately threw dust at the giant face condensed from the original chaos, and the dark golden mist suddenly rippled with annoyance.

"Cough cough..."

Ma Buliang leaned against the ruins and coughed up black blood, but he still sneered:

"Why are you acting so high and mighty? After we finish dealing with the Xingluo Squad, you'll be the next one to be refined into nutrients!"

He threw the pen and ink with trembling hands, and the spell exploded at Wu Song's feet. Countless chains stretched out from the purple smoke and wrapped around his ankles.

Zhirou's fingertips drew ferocious lines on the scroll, and the ink beast bit Xiaoqing's water curtain. A sick smile appeared on her pale face:

"Do you really think we are your dogs? When Lord An arrives, the first person he will crush will be you, the self-righteous Chaos!"

"You're really courting death!"

The giant face of primordial chaos suddenly opened its bloody mouth and swallowed up the chaotic dust in the air:

"Just you? You're just a bunch of food-stealing rats!"

His voice carries an earth-shaking pressure.

"If you dare to make any more noise, I will send you to see An right now—with your remains!"

"Wong..."

The dark golden mist above the battlefield surged wildly, transforming into countless sharp tentacles hanging over the heads of everyone in the Gloomy Valley.

Huan Ye transformed back into a human form, her silver hair moving without a breeze. She glanced disdainfully at Primordial Chaos and raised her hand to summon an ice shield. The ice spikes reflected a cold light.

"It's just a quick talk."

The disdain in her eyes was three times colder than the ice she controlled.

In this tense confrontation, Wu Song took the opportunity to condense flames. The red-gold light on the whistle stick intertwined with the faith of his companions, lighting up a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation.