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The next second, amidst a flurry of three-colored light, a deafening explosion erupted!

White flashes, crimson flames, and blue arcs of electricity intertwined, engulfing the group.

"Theresa!" A furious and anxious roar suddenly rang out from behind Zhu Mingyao.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sound of a golden blade slicing through the wind suddenly came to my ears.

Before the wind even arrived, a chill ran through him, instantly making Zhu Mingyao's hair stand on end and raising goosebumps. He had no time to dodge in his haste, so he used his peach wood cane to barely execute a move called "Su Qin Carrying the Sword" to protect himself behind him, while simultaneously lunging forward with all his might.

With a crisp "clang"!

The wooden staff and longsword clashed, sparks flying, and both of them jolted.

Zhu Mingyao leaped forward, twisted in mid-air, and landed lightly. Then, with a nimble backstep, he stepped out of the attacker's attack range.

"What the hell are you doing, hacking around like that! Look closely, the woman is alright!"

Zhu Mingyao was suddenly filled with anger and started cursing at the man in front of him, secretly shaking his slightly sore and numb wrist.

"That bastard's grip is really strong."

In other words, his physical strength increased again after activating the [Mind and Spirit Core], becoming three or four times that of an ordinary person. In the past, he might not have been able to withstand such a heavy blow.

He glared angrily at the figure opposite him.

The man who suddenly rushed out of the mine tunnel behind him was about 30 years old. He was wearing a long black and gray leather jacket, had short black hair, blue-green eyes, thick eyebrows that were raised diagonally, and was holding a dark silver European-style long knife. At this moment, in his other hand, he was holding a strangely shaped large revolver, ready to fire.

Upon hearing Zhu Mingyao's angry curses, the man abruptly stopped his gun, glancing warily into the cave out of the corner of his eye.

As the various lights, shadows, smoke, and blasts from the explosion gradually dissipated, several figures were revealed.

Theresa! Are you alright?

"I'm fine!"

Looking at the giant eagle in front of her, which seemed to be made of azure energy, gradually disintegrating and disintegrating into a shimmering light, the woman in black answered, still shaken.

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Chapter 106 Chaotic Battle 2

"Those guys over there are the real enemies!"

The woman in black, Theresa, shouted loudly and shook her head vigorously, causing large swaths of dust to fall from her short, glossy black hair.

Fortunately, the strange elemental giant eagle suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking most of the explosive force; otherwise, she would probably be in more than just a head full of dust by now.

This was only natural. Zhu Mingyao didn't have the habit of sacrificing a squishy assassin in team fights. As he threw the grenade, he placed a meat shield in front of the woman in black. In any case, the summoning time for [Flying Eagle General] was about to expire, so it was a good opportunity to make use of the waste.

Using summoned creatures to block attacks is a basic tactic in tabletop role-playing games.

Didn't I ambush two ghost soldiers on the way here? How come someone sneaked up here without even giving an alarm?

Zhu Mingyao was indignant.

Are they all dead?

...Uh, it seems that ghost soldiers are just dead people.

Seeing that his partner seemed unharmed, the blue-green-eyed man breathed a slight sigh of relief. He lowered the muzzle of his gun a little, but it was still angled towards Zhu Mingyao, clearly indicating that he had not completely let his guard down.

"What are you pointing at me for? Go help them! Those guys aren't dead!"

Zhu Mingyao glared at the black-haired man with annoyance, quickly patted his waist, and spoke rapidly.

"If you don't recognize people, does that mean you can't even recognize things?"

Without waiting for a response, he opened his mouth and blew, and a hazy red light appeared out of thin air in the dusty air, surging like flames and enveloping a corner of the field shrouded in black smoke.

The man glanced around and immediately realized that the boy's tactical belt was equipped with a series of special gear, including alchemical grenades, high-grade holy water, and first-aid spray, just like the ones around his own waist.

This is standard equipment for Special Investigations Bureau captains; ordinary civilian superhumans could not afford such extravagant consumables.

Furthermore, his actions of protecting his own companions while ruthlessly eliminating the targets listed in the data were enough for the black-haired man to distinguish friend from foe, even though he was a stranger.

Without further hesitation, the man unleashed the strangely shaped, enormous pistol in his left hand, spitting out bursts of bright flames as it hurtled towards Quinn and his two companions, who had just emerged from the black smoke.

Then he made a slight movement of his mouth, as if blowing a whistle, and a strange, deep sound wave traveled along the mine tunnel.

"Roar!"

With a roar, Quinn and his two companions emerged disheveled from the black smoke.

Compared to before, the group now appeared to be in a much more miserable state. Quinn and Old Bob were alright, but their clothes and hair had been burned with large scorch marks by the various energy damage from the alchemical grenade, turning them into two bald beggars.

Little Bob looked even worse. Three egg-sized bullet holes, one in his left shoulder and the other in his lower back, were filled with blood, mud, and bone fragments. He was swaying precariously, clearly badly injured, but he managed to stay upright thanks to his strong bones and muscles.

The old black man, trembling, pulled his brother along, his eyes bloodshot, as they struggled toward the tunnel entrance.

At this moment, his mind was in a state of chaos, and regret and remorse filled his chest like lava, causing even the cold-blooded voodoo sorcerer's eyes, which had been dry for many years, to feel a long-lost moisture.

"I must have lost my mind!"

Why must offerings be sought here today, where they cannot be found elsewhere?

She even got involved with that bastard wanted criminal!

"It caused my younger brother to suffer such serious injuries while protecting me."

If he hadn't shielded him with his body, his head might have been smashed open by now!

Old Bob's eyes widened in fury as he looked at the black-haired man and Zhu Mingyao blocking his way.

"Go away!"

In his desperation, the voodoo dolls and animal claws hanging on his body flew out and transformed into strange, dark shadows that shot towards him.

However, what greeted him was a silver blade of light as sharp as a bolt of lightning.

The blade flashed lightly and swiftly, possessing both lightness and speed; its lightness was like the fluttering of butterflies and the dancing of bees, and its speed was like the rush of lightning. Each thrust and slash hit a phantom precisely.

The dark silver longsword carried a powerful, mysterious force. The phantom, which should have been immune to physical damage, vanished into nothingness the moment it came into contact with it, without even a struggle, and was completely annihilated in an instant.

The next moment, the myriad blades of light suddenly converged, converging into a single silver ray that swept across Old Bob's neck in the blink of an eye.

The old black sorcerer felt a slight chill on his neck, followed by a sharp pain. The drowsy feeling in his mind suddenly dissipated, and a glimmer of clarity appeared in his eyes.

Why did I suddenly rush up alone?

Shouldn't they have waited until Quinn was locked in a fight with them before trying to escape?

Although my brother's injuries are serious, they are not fatal at the moment..."

Deep within his consciousness, a faint, crimson flame was burning quietly.

The [Heart Fire] supernatural power! It specifically ignites the unwarranted anger in the hearts of sentient beings!

A ray of white light then shot out from between his eyebrows and into his brain, turning old Bob's question into an eternally unsolvable problem.

Zhu Mingyao breathed a sigh of relief, his sword energy surging within him, and he glanced discreetly at the black-haired man.

They were damn fast; I almost got the kill stolen. Luckily, I finished them off myself, so I shouldn't lose too many reward points.

Upon seeing his brother die, Bob, who was already half-conscious, howled in grief and anger, and mustered his remaining strength to rush forward.

This time, the silver blade light and the pure white sword energy lit up simultaneously.

As Zhu Mingyao watched Bob's tall and burly body fall heavily to the ground, before he could even lament Bob's momentary lapse of judgment that had led to his own and others' deaths, he heard a gasp from the woman in black.

In the center of the cave, the Native American shaman Quinn stands on a huge obsidian altar. Thick, dark red fleshy "ropes" extend from below the altar, arching over the thick sand and stones covering it, rising up from the ground like ancient trees uprooted from the ground.

The "ropes," or rather tentacles, twisted and coiled, some lashing down at the group while others quickly retracted, carrying seven or eight figures.

Quinn manipulated his fleshy tentacles to pull the captured agent back to the altar. His face was extremely grim. The Bob brothers' sudden death was completely unexpected. Now that he was outnumbered, he figured that the only way to survive was to take hostages.

However, before he could speak, three figures pounced on him together, wielding knives, staffs, and daggers in unison. Alchemical bullets, sword energy, and sparks flew wildly, and in the blink of an eye, they severed half of the black and red tentacles binding the prisoner.

That's a joke. Real life isn't like the movie screen. People aren't stupid; they won't just stand by and watch the villains make dirty tricks!

Unfortunately, the enemy reacted quickly, and the remaining tentacles stood tall, like a forest of spears and halberds blocking the way for the three.

"You don't want them to die..." Quinn said quickly, shocked and furious at the three men's decisiveness.

Before he could finish his threatening words, the eight surviving agents who had been pulled toward him by the tentacles beside the altar suddenly opened their eyes.

His eyes were filled with black energy!

Chapter 107 God said the heads must be left for the mage.

"Bang, collapse, collapse!"

A series of sounds, like a bowstring snapping, rang out, and the eight agents who should have been bound like dumplings and lying on the ground slowly stood up.

At this moment, their eyes were filled with black mist that obscured the whites of their eyes. Their muscles gleamed like those of a bodybuilding champion, bulging out in an exaggerated way. Even their skin was cracked with small cuts, from which blood seeped out.

The bulging muscles brought immense power, allowing them to break free of the fleshy tentacles binding their bodies.

That sound, like a broken string, came from this.

As a creation of supernatural forces, each fleshy tentacle is incredibly tough and powerful enough to capture tigers and leopards. There was no reason why a few ordinary people should be able to break free from it.

However, the faintly visible phantom of an ancient soldier behind the eight agents might perfectly explain everything.

Ghost soldiers possessed him!

To put it more bluntly, it's possession by a ghost!

According to Chinese folklore, people possessed by ghosts gain immense strength and agility, performing all sorts of incredible feats. Even an elderly person in their eighties can suddenly become incredibly fast-moving and strong. However, they will soon fall seriously ill, suffer broken bones, or even die.

This is because the subconscious mind, when in a conscious state, firmly controls the rate of physical exertion, essentially putting a limiter on itself to prevent overexertion and potential injury.

However, if an external evil spirit enters the brain, the original divine consciousness will abdicate, and the limiter forged by the subconscious will be immediately removed. Even the elderly, weak, women and children can instantly transform into strongmen.

It's like driving your own brand new car; you're very careful and protective, afraid of even the slightest bump or scratch.

But when it came to Old Wang next door, he floored the gas pedal, turned the steering wheel all the way to the lock, and even honked the horn until it exploded.

Since it's not our own stuff, we can just use it and leave without a second thought. We don't feel bad about wasting it.

This is how it is when a spirit possesses a body. Since it is not one's own body, even if one desperately squeezes out the last bit of potential, even if it results in 10,000 self-inflicted wounds and 8,000 enemy kills, it has nothing to do with oneself.

However, possession is not something that can be done by just finding any dead ghost. The yang energy in a person's body is extremely poisonous to yin spirits. Ordinary ghosts and vengeful spirits can only bully the old, weak, sick, and disabled. They are not capable of possessing several strong, well-trained adult agents.

However, the Yin soldiers under Zhu Mingyao's command were elite troops carefully cultivated by Zhang Shouzhong using Maoshan magic. They were further strengthened by the young man using materials such as Yin God Elixir. Each of them possessed strong Yin power, no less than the vengeful ghosts of many years. They could even forcibly possess a strong, healthy man.