Chapter 1347 Nothing Special

Wu Qingcang stood tall and straight among the psychics with a pine-like figure, like a military flag fluttering on the battlefield.

That aura naturally brought an incomparable sense of security to the people around him.

His face was solemn, and his deep eyes were filled with determination, like the brightest star in the night sky, guiding everyone in this battlefield full of dangers.

He took a deep breath and his chest heaved violently, as if he was gathering strength for the shout that was about to come.

Then, he gathered all his strength, the veins on his neck popped out, and shouted loudly:

"Don't be afraid, just follow the plan! These mutants are nothing special, we can definitely defeat them!"

His voice was like a huge bell, echoing across the battlefield, and every word seemed to contain a tremendous force.

The power contained therein was like a warm and powerful current, like the surging water of a river, pouring directly into everyone's hearts, instantly bringing courage and confidence to everyone to win.

As if the flames of fighting spirit were ignited, everyone shouted in unison:

"it is good!"

The shout was as earth-shaking as thunder, as if it would break through the clouds and reach the sky.

At the same time, Zhao Gang, who had been silently paying attention to the situation, had a hint of relief in his eyes.

The wrinkles on his weather-beaten face seemed to have smoothed out a little, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He knew very well that in such a desperate situation, morale was more powerful than any weapon.

He cast an affirmative look towards Wu Qingcang, which was full of trust and admiration, as if to say:

"Well done, bro!"

Then, he took steady steps, joined the crowd, and stood closely with everyone.

His steady figure, like a towering mountain, made everyone more determined.

At this moment, everyone in the Hope Base is like a closely-knit whole.

Everyone gripped their weapons tightly, with a raging fighting spirit in their eyes, and engaged in a life-and-death struggle with the surging mutant creatures.

As the battle began, the battlefield instantly fell into chaos.

The shouts, roars, and sounds of weapons clashing intertwined together like a violent symphony.

The smell of battle in the air became increasingly strong, and the pungent smell was like the breath of death.

The shadow of death hangs over every corner like a thick dark cloud, making it almost hard to breathe.

At this time, Wu Qingcang and his team members were like a group of fearless warriors. Relying on their powerful strength, they were scattered in several different directions and ready to fight.

Aya's expression was as solemn as a volcano about to erupt. Although everything seemed calm on the surface, underneath the calm, it seemed as if boiling magma was rolling wildly.

She frowned slightly, her eyes were as sharp as steel needles, and her gaze was fixed on the group of vicious mutant wolves outside the protective shield.

Each of these mutant wolves looked like a demon stepped out from the depths of hell. They were huge in size, as big as an adult hippopotamus.

Their fur is rough and hard, with a strange gray luster, which seems to be the curse mark left after being eroded by dark forces. Each hair is like a tough steel wire, reflecting the cold breath of death in the dim light.

Muscles as tight as steel roll under the skin, and every contraction seems to show the power from the abyss. The bulging muscle lines are like ancient evil totems, showing endless violence.

Their eyes were two balls of flame burning with a cruel and dim light. That dim light was filled with a naked desire for blood and killing. Their eyes seemed to be roaring madly:

"We're going to tear you to pieces!"

At this time, the mutant wolves were circling around the protective shield frantically, and their claws as sharp as knives kept scratching the shield, leaving deep scratches on the shield with each scratch.

The creaking sound was as sharp as the sound of the god of death scratching the door with his dry fingers. It was particularly abrupt in the noisy and bustling battlefield.

Each sound was like a countdown to death, creepy and as if mercilessly announcing that death was approaching.

Aya took a deep breath, her eyes filled with determination, a determination that she would never give up.

She said to herself silently in her heart:

"I must hold on. I will never let you down."

After that, she slowly raised her hands, palms facing up.

Her movements were steady and powerful, as if she was performing a sacred ritual.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to be stirred by an invisible giant hand, and the humidity rose sharply.

Wisps of water vapor surged in from all directions, like loyal soldiers who had heard the assembly call, and quickly gathered towards Aya's palm.

The water vapor quickly condensed into crystal clear little water droplets in her palms. The little water droplets collided and merged with each other, as if they were holding a mysterious and solemn party.

They jumped happily and gradually merged into one.

In the blink of an eye, a water ball emitting soft blue light gradually took shape in her palm.

The water ball grew bigger and bigger, and the blue light became more and more dazzling. On this gloomy and depressing battlefield, it formed a sharp contrast with the bloody darkness around it, just like a shining pearl in the dark world.

Aya’s eyes were as firm as a rock, her gaze focused and determined, like a top hunter who was patiently waiting for the best opportunity, ready to kill the most cunning prey.

She knew very well that these mutant wolves had thick skin and tough flesh, and ordinary attacks were just scratching the surface for them. She had to find the flaws in their defenses before she could deliver a fatal blow.

She stared at the wolves intently, not missing any slight movement, just like a cheetah staring at an antelope, waiting for the best moment to attack.

Xiao Fei, as Aya's fighting partner, was also on high alert.

His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his stern face seemed to be carved out of ice and snow, and his eyes were as sharp as lightning, as if he could penetrate this protective barrier and see directly through the wolves' intentions.

He held a dagger tightly in both hands, and the dagger was shining with the help of lightning power.

Thunder energy surged wildly on the blade like violent electric snakes, winding and sizzling on the blade, exuding a terrifying and powerful deterrent force.

Those electric snake-like lights seemed to have their own lives. They jumped and twisted on the blade, as if they couldn't wait to break free from their restraints and rush towards the enemy.

Xiao Fei frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered to himself:

"Hmph, come on, let's see whether your fur is tougher or my lightning is stronger."

After saying that, he seized the opportunity, swung the knife fiercely, leaned forward, and tensed his muscles like a fully drawn bow.

Thick bolts of lightning power spurted out from the blade like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, passing through the gaps in the protective shield and sweeping towards the wolf pack.