e-booksonline Chapter 36 Offense and Defense in Transformation
Chapter 36 Offense and Defense in Transformation
Dong Guanfei immediately stopped and grabbed the rifle from his back, shouting, "Enemies!"
next moment.
Synesthesia talent activated!
In an instant, Dong Guanfei "saw" a cold pool about seventeen or eighteen meters to his right and below.
A dozen or so ragged men lay dead by the cold pool, some of them still convulsing.
Of the six vanguards originally sent by Zhao Guanghua, four have died.
The last two, their eyes glazed over, were grabbed by the arms and pressed against the altar by the cold pool, while the other two were slashing their necks with knives.
Some of the blood was sprayed onto the altar and its surroundings, flowing down the runes engraved on it.
Most of the blood sprayed directly onto a nine-tailed fox sculpture, about half a meter tall, in the center of the altar.
Strangely, the blood instantly seeped into the sculpture, as if it had been swallowed up by it.
The fox monster sculpture holds an open black and white double-sided fan in both hands.
Standing beside the altar, directly opposite the fan, was a figure dressed in a white robe with wide sleeves and a black cloak, chanting strange and difficult incantations.
The fan sprayed out translucent white smoke continuously, just like a spray nozzle.
The altar was shrouded in a thin white mist within a radius of about ten meters. This white mist possessed the power to distort human perception, and its intensity reached the peak of the initial stage of "Spiritual Ability".
Ten men armed with submachine guns were lurking menacingly at the edge of the area shrouded in white mist, no more than seven or eight meters from the path.
They could easily take a few steps forward and open fire on the people on the path.
In addition, there were more than twenty men armed with guns or knives at Han Tan.
They had one thing in common: a red dot made of congealed blood was painted on their foreheads.
Dong Guanfei's shout stopped his own troops in their tracks, prompting them to react quickly. It also quickened the pace of the priest's incantation chanting by the cold pool.
The white smoke spread rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was about to rush onto the path.
Just then, a scene flashed through Dong Guanfei's mind: about a hundred meters to his left, machine guns were spitting fire from the bushes on a hill, and bullets were raining down like a storm.
Almost reflexively, he swiftly aimed his gun at the area behind where the machine gun was about to unleash its fire and fired a shot.
"Bang!"
A flash of yellow light appeared on the hill, followed by a yellow light shield that disappeared in an instant. A spray of blood spurted from the head of a figure, who immediately collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Da da da..."
The machine gun muzzle flashed, but one end of the machine gun was pressed down by a prone figure, causing all the bullets to be fired into the air, their destination unknown.
"Bang!"
The second bullet also headshot the secondary machine gunner who had exposed his location.
The machine gun quickly went out of service.
next moment.
Dong Guanfei placed the rifle on the grass, quickly took a few steps to the right, and at the same time drew two Flying Tiger-28 revolvers from his waist.
At this moment, the swirling white mist, like a rising tide, swept over the path, becoming thicker with each breath, carrying a biting chill, and quickly blurring the scenery before one's eyes.
The smell of soil and decaying leaves suddenly became much stronger, and a strong, damp, humid aroma with an earthy scent filled the air.
"Spiritual Realm, everyone move towards me immediately."
After Wang Anyue shouted, he activated the defensive jade pendant he was wearing. A yellow light shield instantly enveloped an area of seven or eight meters around him, covering most of the people except Dong Guanfei.
More than twenty gunmen immediately formed a circle around Wang Anyue, Zhao Guanghua, Zhang Fubao, Zhao Huibao, Zhang Wanxin, and others, with their guns pointed outwards.
At the same time, a red light suddenly flashed in Dong Guanfei's sea of souls, and the red light instantly condensed into a phantom of a Vermilion Bird. The phantom of the Vermilion Bird then began to flicker, and the red light transformed into a warm feeling that quickly covered his entire body.
The chill that had gripped my body vanished in the blink of an eye, as if I had encountered ice and snow or been exposed to the scorching sun.
Then, "Bang bang bang..."
The dense gunfire rang out like popping soybeans.
In just a second or two, Dong Guanfei emptied the twelve bullets from his two revolvers.
Every shot hit its mark, blowing the heads off ten unsuspecting assault gunmen, and also taking down two men by the cold pool.
The bloodstains between their brows shone brightly, subtly echoing the white mist, clearly indicating they were unaffected by it. Therefore, they hadn't expected to be precisely targeted, turning the ambush into the attack, their roles reversed.
Dong Guanfei completely reversed the tactical advantage.
next moment.
Dong Guanfei holstered his two guns, ran back a few steps, picked up his rifle again, and ran back to the side of the path.
At this moment, the white mist became particularly cold, heavy, and viscous, like ice water that had soaked rotting corpses, engulfing everything.
The three or four gunmen who failed to enter the yellow light shield in time were pale-faced, their bodies stiff like zombies, and they could barely move.
From the nearby woods and bushes came a dense, strange rustling sound, the cracking sound of what seemed to be a huge creature running at high speed scraping against the branches, and inexplicable screams, cries, curses, and calls for help.
These voices encompass the elderly, middle-aged, youth, children, men, and women. What's unsettling is that these voices seem to come from the same mouth simultaneously, exuding a strong, distorted, and profound malice.
This malice even penetrated the yellow light shield, causing the gunmen on the outside to grind their teeth, their hands and legs to tremble uncontrollably, and the guns they gripped tightly in their hands to appear as if they might fall from their hands at any moment.
Wang Anyue's expression turned solemn. He suddenly activated his earth-yellow protective true energy, which quickly merged into the earth-yellow light shield, finally completely isolating him from the influence of the sinister evil.
At the same time, a pale, half-human-sized paper figure suddenly appeared on the altar.
The priest gritted his teeth and picked up a bowl of dark red, viscous liquid from the altar. The liquid had a strong smell of blood, rust, and herbs, and wisps of red smoke rose from it.
He tilted his head back and gulped down the liquid in the bowl, and at the same time, the paper figure leaped and crashed into his arms.
next moment.
A flash of red light appeared, and it seemed as if something had crawled out of the paper figure and entered his body.
After the red light left the body, the paper figure floated lightly to the ground.
The left cheek beneath the priest's cloak quickly became shriveled, deformed, and collapsed.
The skin on half of his face looked as if it had been splashed with concentrated sulfuric acid, revealing horrifying holes, even exposing his gums.
The teeth on the left side protrude and turn outwards, resembling the tusks of a wild boar, making them look ferocious and ugly.
Immediately afterwards, wisps of blood-red smoke emanated from his body, instantly condensing around him, then twisting, expanding, and deforming into a huge blood-red nine-tailed fox phantom.
These things may sound complicated, but they actually only take two or three seconds to explain.
Just then, Dong Guanfei raised his gun and pointed it at the priest's head.
"Bang!"
A flash of light, and the Yangyan bullet shot out.
The faint hissing sound was incessant, as if he had fired not a bullet, but a red-hot branding iron that burned a large hole in the thick fog around him.