Chapter 1185 The melee begins
Qin Feng raised his head and laughed wildly again. The laughter echoed for a long time in the vast wilderness. It was sharp and piercing, just like the mournful cry of a night owl, which was creepy.
"No grudges? Humph. In this end times, resources are scarce and everyone is fighting for survival. This is the greatest hatred! Stop pretending and saying hypocritical words. If you have the guts, come and fight me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his arm violently, and the people behind him instantly raised their weapons like wolves. In an instant, all kinds of weapons collided with each other, making a deafening noisy sound.
Under the dim light, those weapons flashed with a chilling cold light, like the sharp scythe wielded by the god of death, making people tremble in fear.
The howling wind swept past swiftly, raising a cloud of dust, making the already tense atmosphere even more solemn and depressing.
Wu Qingcang's eyes became more resolute and determined. He knew in his heart that a bloody battle might be inevitable, but for the development of the base and for his companions who depended on him for life and death, he would never retreat.
At this critical moment, Qin Feng's eyes flashed with ferocity and he attacked without hesitation.
As an 8th-level wind-type mutant, he waved his hands wildly, and in an instant, a strong wind blew up. The wind was extremely fierce, carrying sand and stones and rushing towards Wu Qingcang's camp like a ferocious beast, as if it could tear everything into pieces.
In the strong wind, there were faint flashes of sharp wind blades, cutting through the air and making a heart-pounding scream.
At the same time, Gouya, a level 7 speed-type mutant, held a heavy mace in his hand, and the spikes on the mace flashed a cold light in the dim light.
His figure was as fast as lightning, and he instantly turned into an elusive shadow, rushing towards Wu Qingcang's camp at lightning speed.
As Gouya moved, the mace in his hand was swung so hard that the air seemed to be torn apart wherever it passed, bringing up a sharp sound of breaking wind.
His speed was so fast that it was difficult to catch him, as if he would appear in front of the enemy in the next second and deliver a fatal blow.
Hong Ling, a level 7 fire-type mutant, also launched a fierce attack at the first moment. She held a long knife in her hand, the blade of which was wrapped in flames and was red and hot.
She suddenly raised her hands, and raging flames instantly gushed out from the long sword, forming a scorching sea of fire in an instant, sweeping towards the opposite side with overwhelming force.
In the fire, the light of the long sword was looming, carrying endless heat and violence.
The raging flames seemed to have life, and they pounced on the enemy with fangs and claws. Wherever they went, everything was burned by the high temperature, making crackling sounds, as if the fire of hell was raging on the earth.
And Wu Qingcang's camp showed no signs of weakness.
The first one came Wu Qingcang, the powerful level 8 earth-type mutant with glared angrily and pressed his hands down on the ground like sledgehammers.
In an instant, the earth shook violently, as if trembling under his majesty.
Countless huge and hard rocks rose from the ground in an instant, like an indestructible fortress, firmly blocking the surging wind and the blazing flames.
Next, the level 7 ice-type psychic Ajian appears.
He held a longbow that was shining with cold light and quickly formed seals with his hands. The temperature around him dropped sharply in an instant, as if a cold winter had suddenly arrived.
Pieces of crystal clear, sharp ice crystals, like a dense rainstorm, shot towards Gouya and Hongling.
Those ice crystals reflected a cold light in the weak light, which was frightening.
Looking at the thin man again, he was a level 6 wood-type mutant, holding a short blade tightly and muttering to himself.
In the blink of an eye, thick and tough vines quickly grew out of the ground. Those vines were like living things, thick and powerful. They coiled around Qin Feng's camp like a giant python, as if to bind the enemy tightly and make it unable to move.
Fat Head, a level 6 strength mutant, was not willing to be outdone. He raised the heavy battle axe in his hand and roared. The muscles on his body instantly bulged like hills, and the whole person seemed like an unshakable mountain.
Like a mad beast, with unparalleled strength, he rushed towards the blazing sea of fire without hesitation, trying to break the enemy's attack with his powerful force.
The battle axe flashed fiercely in the light of the fire.
Aya, a level 5 water-based esper, also showed off her strength.
She held a spear in her hand, and as she waved her hands, the water gathered in her palms to form a huge water curtain.
The water curtain sparkled with a mysterious glow, stubbornly resisting the rolling heat waves of the flames.
The water on the spear seemed to have life, constantly flowing and surging, adding strength to the water curtain.
Finally, Xiao Fei, a level 7 lightning ability user, had a sharp dagger on his waist, and the electricity between his hands was "crackling". Dazzling lightning bolts struck the enemy like a mad dragon.
The black panther Batian beside him was like black lightning, rushing towards Qin Feng's black bear Niuniu with the force of thunder.
Batian's fangs flashed with cold light, and every hair on his body stood upright, as if filled with endless strength and fighting spirit.
Gou Ya was like a ghostly phantom. With its astonishing speed, it moved freely like a fish among the various supernatural attacks.
His figure was erratic and he approached Wu Qingcang's camp at lightning speed.
Wherever he passed, the light of supernatural power flashed, but it could not stop his rapid pace at all.
Hongling concentrated on controlling the raging flames, which were like a dancing dragon, pouncing at the ice arrow shot by Ajian with bared fangs and claws.
The ice arrows, carrying a biting chill, collided violently with the scorching flames. For a moment, water and fire merged, and a large amount of water vapor spread out, instantly blurring everyone's vision.
The entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in a hazy veil, filled with unknown dangers and a tense atmosphere.
At this time, the thin man's vines stretched out quickly like a snake and tightly wrapped around Gou Ya's legs.
Gou Ya struggled desperately, his leg muscles tensed and veins bulged as he tried to break free from the restraints.
However, the vine held on tightly like an iron clamp, making it difficult for him to escape for a while.
Fat Head rushed into the sea of fire fearlessly, like a fearless warrior.
He engaged in a thrilling close combat with Hongling. Every punch he swung was filled with tremendous force, as if it could split mountains and crack rocks.
Hongling did not dare to be careless at all and responded with full concentration. She nimbly dodged Fatty's powerful attack while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Aya waved her hands, controlling the water curtain to violently collide with the strong wind summoned by Qin Feng.
