Chapter 917 - 737: Great Protection, Undying_2

Chapter 917: Chapter 737: Great Protection, Undying_2

"Sssh..."

The slight sound of a blade slicing through skin was heard almost simultaneously from the same location on the chests of Chen Ya, Dong Xu, Zhao Zhibao, and Liu Yi.

On the corresponding parts of their bodies, two thin tears silently appeared in their combat suits, beneath which shallow scars, oozing tiny beads of blood, formed synchronously.

The shape and location of the scars were identical to the scar on Gong Court’s chest that had just healed.

It was as though... the fatal injury endured by Gong Court was somehow divided and transferred onto the other four.

Each person bore only one-fifth of the deadly blow!

White Mask was stunned, rooted to the spot, his heart shook violently, his voice tinged with a tremor he didn’t even notice himself:

"Damage sharing? What secret technique is this?"

This was completely beyond his comprehension, no longer a mere bodily enhancement or regeneration, but rather touching upon some sort of rule-based power.

The four assaulters, Chen Ya, with cold yet fervent smiles under their masks, came at him again, speaking in unison:

"This is a great gift; our destinies are connected. Unless you can simultaneously kill all five of us, otherwise, we are protected from death."

White Mask’s expression darkened; he couldn’t and wouldn’t want to continue fighting.

The bizarre opponents before him were no longer mere hunters; they’d transformed into a strange entity resistant to conventional destruction.

Continuing to entangle would only lead to being consumed alive here.

He could turn into liquid mercury, but was by no means immortal!

He retreated swiftly, a fierce look flashed in his eyes—if he couldn’t take them, he’d destroy them.

As he retreated, his right hand moved like lightning, five fingers pointing at a distant man from the Mechanical Department, flinging them forward sharply.

"Whizz-whizz-whizz-whizz-whizz—!"

In the split second they left the hand, his fingertips transformed into five liquid metal bullets glistening with a mercury sheen, speeding far surpassing normal gunfire!

"Save him!"

Chen Ya reacted extremely fast, almost instantly perceiving White Mask’s intentions as he raised his hand, and shouted sternly.

The mastermind they’d worked so hard to capture couldn’t be silenced just yet.

Closest to the Mechanical Department man, Dong Xu and Zhao Zhibao, without any hesitation, instantly abandoned the surrounding offensive, dashing rapidly towards the terrified Mechanical Department man.

Dong Xu’s Nine-section Whip coiled like a serpent around the five mercury bullets, while Zhao Zhibao lunged at the man, intending to use his body to shield him.

Meanwhile, Chen Ya and the newly "resurrected" Gong Court continued to press on fiercely.

This brief chaos offered White Mask a slim chance for survival.

"Whoosh—!"

He charged forward, unburdened by any exoskeletal confinement, his petite figure seemingly weightless, his speed doubling, like a silver streak of light, slipping swiftly between Chen Ya and Gong Court.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

Chen Ya roared, his feet tapping rapidly, his form flickering continually, pursuing relentlessly.

Shave!

Shave!

Shave!

Utilizing Shave repeatedly, sharp pain shot through Chen Ya’s calves, as though his muscles wanted to detach from the bones amidst high-frequency vibration.

But it was futile!

The White Mask ahead was even faster!

The distance between the two wasn’t narrowing but instead widening perceptibly!

Fifty meters!

A hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

Chen Ya watched helplessly as the silver petite figure eventually disappeared from view.

Stopping in his tracks, he gazed in the direction of White Mask’s disappearance, his face grim, muttering:

"Liquid metal... a complete modification, huh? You won’t escape, Destiny will guide me in finding you!"

...

"Captain, Captain?!!"

The encrypted communication channel of Worries Relief Studio buzzed with the sound of surviving team members calling out to their backbone figure, their voices tinged with unmistakable panic and urgency.

The channel’s background was noisy, a mix of intense gunfire, teammates’ heavy breathing, and the piercing sound of bullets colliding with shields and cover.

"Captain! Captain?! Please respond!"

Almost simultaneously, a similar desperate call echoed from White Mask’s communication channel.

Moments ago, they had been fierce combatants, locked in a life-or-death struggle, eager to bury their opponents in the wild grass.

Yet now, faced with unforeseen, heart-stopping twists, they’d bizarrely forged a strange tacit understanding—both frantically searching for their captain.

This scenario teaches us one thing: if you want two foes to cease hostilities, introducing a greater threat will suffice.

Feng Mu, or rather his Second Prison, achieved this!

At that moment, dense footsteps rustled through the grass.

"Swish—swish—swish—"

Silhouettes emerged from all directions, uniformly clad in dark prison guard uniforms, shoulder patches, and buttons reflecting cold gleams, all wearing white masks resembling eggshells.

Upon appearing, they uniformly raised their firearms.

"Open fire!"

A command was issued, the voice extended through the masks.

The next moment!

"Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!!!"

The violent gunfire instantly drowned out all other sounds!

Scorching bullets raced like a raging metal torrent, or countless scorching fire whips, indiscriminately sweeping the members of Worries Relief Studio and White Mask’s remnants still entwined in combat.

The bullets, densely packed, formed a fiery web, mowing down the grass uniformly, dirt splattered, dust swirling.

"Damn it!"

Fortress crouched half-hidden, using the door-sized Ion Giant Shield to brace himself at an angle, hunching like a rock behind the shield.

"Ding-ding-dang-dong-ding-ding—!!!"

The surface of the shield exploded into a shower of radiant sparks, resonating with sharp clanging sounds akin to a metal rainstorm.

The power of firearms comes from their ability to suppress and destroy exponentially when the sheer number of muzzles forms a scale.

Fortress understood fully well; his exoskeleton and shield might withstand the bullet storm but couldn’t endure a continuous deluge from dozens of automatic rifles at close range.

The dense firepower made his body tremble behind the shield, helplessly stepping back.

He could indeed charge directly into the enemies’ firing line, wielding the shield to smash them and their guns into pulp.

But that notion was fleeting and forcefully suppressed.

Too risky!

He was oblivious if amongst the armed prison guards lurked formidable adversaries.

The imperative was retreat, not sacrificing himself to cover for teammates!

Nearby, Dong Xiaodao, who had just tangled with Fortress, also held a shield.

He was a Shield Warrior of Worries Relief Studio, yet he employed the shield drastically differently from Fortress.

He grasped a relatively compact round shield, emblazoned with a striking S-shaped red mark.

Unlike Fortress’s reliance on sheer strength for shield manipulation, Dong Xiaodao’s right hand sported five uniquely designed metal rings.

The rings unleashed imperceptible precision magnetic field lines like invisible threads, firmly connecting and controlling the S-shaped red shield.

"Clang! Clang-clang! Clang—!"

Facing the impending bullet storm, Dong Xiaodao crouched low, feet swiftly shifting, changing positions, as his right-hand fingers madly traced circles around him.

The S-shaped red shield came alive, transforming into a red illusion, spinning and dancing swiftly in mid-air around him, intercepting blows.

"Team One confirmed all members dead, original plan completely failed. All... all members, immediate scatter and retreat! Reinforce, immediate retreat!"

Zhang Shenyi staggered to his feet, feeling as though his body had been dismantled and hastily pieced back together, held together purely by a stubborn will.

Forget killing; even two additional steps were taxing.

Surviving another punch from Li Bashan, standing was an act of valor.

He surveyed the realm of gun-wielding, uniformed white-mask prison guards closing in like cloned entities, eyes filled with fierce resentment and despair.

A thorough plan, an advantage of 4, should’ve experienced such an unexpected and devastating defeat.

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