Touya Yaoyao

On the battlefield, thick with tension and a chilling atmosphere, Shirato Yashi moved like a swift and fierce bolt of lightning, launching a thunderous attack on his powerful opponent. His movements were as agile as a leopard, each motion brimming with power and speed. With a single step forward, his right fist, accompanied by a whistling sound, slammed into his opponent's chest. Under this sudden and unstoppable attack, the powerful opponent was like a leaf swept away by a storm, his body flying uncontrollably backward several meters before crashing heavily to the ground, unable to rise again.

At that moment, a fervent and bright light of hope shone in the eyes of Shirato and his teammates, as if they could see the dawn of victory piercing through the thick clouds and shining upon them. They were filled with unwavering conviction, firmly believing that the tide of battle was about to turn dramatically. The joy of victory resonated in their hearts like cheerful musical notes; each of them silently cheered, as if they had already touched the fruits of victory. They believed that the long and arduous battle was about to end, and that peace and justice were about to descend.

However, fate often reveals its cruel fangs when people are at their most triumphant. Reality, like a heavy and unexpected slap, with cold malice, brutally strikes their hopeful faces. Deep within the base, it seems as if an invisible yet immense black hand abruptly rips open the veil of darkness, unleashing a massive horde of enemies like a tidal wave. Like a disturbed swarm of bees, they surge in from all directions with a frenzied and chaotic frenzy. The densely packed figures, like a black tide, stretch across the mountains and fields, an endless expanse, leaving one speechless. Every enemy's face is etched with ferocity and greed; their eyes gleam with evil light, like demons crawling from hell, ready to devour everything in their path. The scene is as if the forces of darkness have unleashed their full power, staining the entire world with a terrifying hue, filling one with utter despair and fear.

Upon seeing this, Shiro Momoya's teammates were instantly filled with astonishment. Their eyes widened, filled with disbelief and shock, as if they had seen some incredible monster. Their mouths were slightly open, but no sound came out, and their bodies stiffened from overwhelming surprise. Clearly, they had not expected so many enemies to suddenly appear. These enemies, like a surging tide, surrounded the entire base, a dense sea of ​​heads stretching as far as the eye could see, as if the whole world had been occupied by this evil force. Each approaching enemy felt like a heavy boulder pressing down on their hearts, making it hard to breathe and causing their hearts to race.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, fear, like a cold, sinister snake, crept silently into the hearts of Shirato and his teammates. They had thought victory was within reach, their beautiful dreams shattering like colorful bubbles before the harsh reality. Now, the enemy harbored such powerful reinforcements, putting them under unprecedented pressure and threat. Before this overwhelming tide of foe, they felt as insignificant as a drop in the ocean, a sense of powerlessness engulfing them. Their bodies began to tremble slightly, and their weapons seemed to grow heavier, each lift requiring immense effort.

Shirato and his teammates' faces instantly turned grim, as if covered by a layer of frost. They were surrounded by the enemy, trapped in an invisible yet impenetrable cage, a cage constructed from the enemy's hail of bullets and cold gazes, leaving them nowhere to escape. Their eyes revealed determination and resolve, but also concealed a barely perceptible anxiety and unease. Every approach of the enemy felt like a test of their psychological limits, pushing their nerves to the brink of collapse.

The enemy, emboldened by their superior numbers, arrogantly let out a series of strange howls, their cries echoing in the air like the roars of demons. Like vicious wolves, they pressed forward relentlessly, giving Shirato and his companions no chance to breathe. Shirato gripped his weapon tightly, his knuckles white from the force, the bulging veins revealing his inner tension and defiance. A fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping to the ground, a testament to his inner anxiety. His heart pounded uncontrollably, each beat a reminder of the severity and danger of the battle.

Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire, as dense as a torrential downpour, shattered the already tense atmosphere. The gunfire was deafening, like the tolling of the apocalypse. The enemy opened fire on Shirato and his companions without mercy, bullets raining down like deadly downpours. Each bullet carried the threat of death, whistling through the air as if to devour their lives completely. The bullets whizzed past them, creating gusts of wind, making them feel the presence of death.

Shirato and his team quickly sought cover from the enemy's attack. Their movements were agile yet frantic, like a flock of birds seeking shelter in a storm. However, the enemy's firepower was too intense; the hail of bullets quickly riddled their cover with holes. Splinters of wood flew, stones scattered, and the once sturdy cover became incredibly vulnerable under the enemy's fire, offering no effective protection whatsoever. Each sound of a bullet striking the cover was like a warning bell ringing in their hearts, reminding them of the fragility and danger of life.

Bai Taoyi stood firmly at the front of the column like an impregnable fortress. His gaze was resolute and sharp, as if it could pierce through the enemy's defenses and see the dawn of victory. His voice, like a booming bell, resounded through the hail of bullets, penetrating the noise and chaos of the battlefield and clearly reaching the ears of every team member: "Don't panic! Concentrate your fire and break through together!" His voice was full of power and confidence, as if possessing a magical power that instantly calmed the team members' panicked hearts.

The shout was like a bugle call to charge; upon hearing the command, the team members reacted swiftly. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had undergone countless rehearsals. In the blink of an eye, the previously somewhat loose formation quickly tightened, the team members standing back to back in a circle, tightly connected, forming an unbreakable defensive circle. That defensive circle, like a sturdy shield, blocked the enemy's attacks.