Chapter 1843

His thoughts raced as Gao Tian stared fixedly at the female corpse hiding behind countless specters on the sea surface. This bizarre monster, like a vengeful-spirit manufacturing machine, was constantly spewing out vengeful spirits.

It was clear that after clashing with Mo Ling, the monster realized it couldn't win, so it retreated to the rear to drain them.

Mo Ling, burdened with protecting everyone, simply couldn't kill the foe outright.

Kill that female corpse! That will ease the pressure enormously! I'm building power on the outskirts, but I'll surely be interrupted—only inside Mo Ling's domain can we snipe that monster!

As for those refugee Tier‑4s… they won't block me; they actually want me to stay. All we can do now is gamble—bet that these lowlifes won't expect me to instantly slay that female corpse and break the deadlock.

For the Long'an units with teleportation, the biggest threat isn't stronger refugee Tier‑4s—it's the swarms of specters entangling them.

Mo Ling can break out with a small group, but he can't bring his Tier‑4 subordinates with him.

The refugees are terrified of death and won't fight to the death; thus, if they can shake off the specters' entanglement, they have a slim chance to make a desperate rearguard stand, letting the remaining Tier‑4s burst out of the encirclement and escape.

The plan formed in an instant; Gao Tian quickly voiced his idea while gripping his bow reverse‑hand, ready to surge into the encirclement the moment Mo Ling acts.

At the same time, hearing Gao Tian's somewhat stubborn plan, Mo Ling's expression shifted; after a brief hesitation he still agreed.

Although hope is slim, for her, as long as there's a chance to safeguard Lin'an's 'thing,' she'll try no matter what—even if it might tacitly let Gao Tian and the others take greater risk. But when the final moment arrives, she isn't without trump cards.

The plan was set, a silent agreement.

Just as Tel and the others couldn't help asking Gao Tian again how to charge in.

In an instant, Mo Ling, standing alone at the void's highest point, suddenly threw her arms wide, and a black‑red storm burst forth from around her.

"Hum!"

Black clouds roiled, and the storm formed instantly.

Beneath the storm, Mo Ling now resembled a doomsday sovereign commanding a death storm.

Her eyes glowed scarlet, her long hair whipping wildly.

In Tel's astonished gaze, the storm Mo Ling summoned swelled in moments into a super‑hurricane; at its eye, several kilometers across, tens of thousands of bone creatures erupted as if from another world, brandishing weapons and cackling madly.

Ten thousand! Twenty thousand! One hundred thousand!

For a moment, Mo Ling, unleashing the death storm, looked even more like an evil deity than the besieging foes, death radiating from her entire being.

An endless legion of bone warriors filled the sky, like an invasion from another realm.

Never before seen such a bizarre ability.

Before Tel and the others could react, the next second they heard Mo Ling's cold, stern shout.

"Kill them all!"

Under the storm's immense centrifugal force, the hundreds of thousands of bone creatures that surged out were flung like cannonballs by the whirling wind.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Like a barrage of ten thousand swords, the bone legion that erupted slammed into the specter horde; on contact they brandished weapons, opened their mouths, and began tearing into the specters.

Yet the storm Mo Ling summoned had effects far beyond that.

As the bone monsters were launched, the black‑red storm, spinning at extreme speed, began to move like an unstoppable natural disaster, hurtling toward Gao Tian at several times the speed of sound.

This onslaught clearly aims to clear obstacles for Gao Tian, letting them charge in.

The raging wind swept even the frozen seawater skyward, forming a sky‑reaching dragon‑like tornado.

Heaven and earth were transformed, as if by a great catastrophe.

Under the storm's terrifying suction, countless specters screamed as they were sucked in and shredded. Soon, after pulverizing vast numbers of specters, the originally black‑red storm quickly took on a deathly white hue.

Moreover, under the unknown power's effect, the specters dragged into the storm could not break free, only shrieking and thrashing. In an instant, a clear path for charging in was opened.

Beholding the apocalyptic disaster scene before them.

Such a horrifying sight met Tel's eyes, making the Soviet Tier‑4s behind him feel their scalps go numb.

"Who is this little girl!? What kind of terrifying ability is this!? It isn't even according to the rules!?"

Mo Ling is too low‑key and mysterious; aside from their time in Houston, he and Ron had sensed that the little girl beside Lin'an was somewhat unusual, but they never imagined her combat power would be so exaggerated.

Subconsciously comparing, they realized that even together they probably aren't a match for Mo Ling.

For a moment, the same thought spontaneously sprang into both of their minds.

(Inside Long'an… no, it's beside Lin'an—just how many of these monsters are there!? No wonder those refugees never dare to fight desperately!)

It gave them little time to be shocked.

Seeing the passage open, Gao Tian without hesitation drew his bow, gathered power, and shouted loudly at Ron:

"Charge in! Ron! Help us boost speed!"

"Tel! Protect everyone!"

"Whoosh! —Boom!!"

Reacting instantly, Ron seized the brief opening, came to his senses, hurriedly activated his own speed rule, and forced himself to follow Gao Tian out.

However, in the blink of an eye the whole team shot forward like an arrow from a bow, charging toward the Long'an position.

At the same time, seven gazes on the battlefield's edge all focused on the squad charging in as if they were marching to their deaths.

"Heh, a bunch of idiots, they fled and then came back—saves us the trouble of hunting them down again."

In the six‑person squad, the leader—a Black Mist Tier‑4—gave a cold chuckle, leisurely watching the converging Gao Tian and company, his eyes full of mockery.

They had long noticed the fleeing Gao Tian; they deliberately let him go, just to draw out the Tier‑4s who still dared to support Lin'an.

They thought they'd have to spend extra effort to slowly clear them out, but they didn't expect this bunch of bugs to be so stupid as to run back and die together.

"Let the Japanese front keep wearing them down; looks like these humans, when they go crazy, are still quite useful. Dog eats dog—maybe we won't even need to intervene."

No longer paying attention to this trivial aside.

To them, a mere Gao Tian plus Tel and the others are nowhere near enough to turn the tide.

Even under the frantic attacks of that group of 'people' in the Japanese theater, they just need to watch the show.

I don't know why humans are so stupid internally; frankly, they never imagined that the Japanese survivors they once casually supported would actually be willing to turn themselves into monsters just to survive—even fighting their own kind.

This is hard to imagine even in a refugee civilization that isn't very united.

Just the baseness of humanity.

After dealing with this batch of worms that still dare to resist, the rest are just a bunch of trash.

In the midst of casual talk, the fugitives exchanged glances and couldn't help but smile at each other.

This is the humanity they know—a bunch of stupid worms that only know internal strife. Lin An is just an accident among accidents, an idiot equally stupid to court death.

Just in the midst of their loud laughter, the six were completely unaware of a calm gaze that was also watching them.

The fugitives wanted to clear out the last of the resistance forces.

And Lin An is no different.

'One arrow! I need to conceal the fluctuation from activating the annihilation rule!'

'Mo Ling! Can you do it!'

His face paled to the extreme; after rushing into the Long An position, Gao Tian didn't even have time to catch his breath before hurriedly asking Mo Ling.

In his view, Mo Ling's condition was no better; after mobilizing a storm in one breath, he could clearly feel that the unknown power surrounding Mo Ling had dimmed considerably.

Moreover, he noticed Zhang Tie, who had been previously hunted down, now unconscious under the care of several fourth-stage individuals, his vitality fluctuating wildly.

It's obvious that the price Zhang Tie paid when he charged into the fugitives' encirclement while being hunted was far greater than theirs!

'Can.'

He spoke briefly without hesitation.

Having almost single-handedly blocked over half of the aberrant creatures' attack, Mo Ling spoke coldly and directly agreed.

Merely controlling the few bone monsters to continue entangling the aberrant creatures that surged again, the solemnity in her eyes deepened.

The heavenly ghost incarnated in the Japanese theater was far more troublesome than she had judged; possessing a human body, meme, and aberrant traits, it made it impossible for her to completely kill these monsters with psychic power.

Moreover, she could always sense that the opponent likewise hid some trump cards, so she dared not lightly transform, nor could she go in alone to kill them.

Her transformation is a last resort to intimidate the fugitives!

With no aberrant creatures around, her ability to control them was useless, her combat power greatly limited, and Mo Ling couldn't help but feel irritated.

The insider—who exactly is the insider!? Her ability, aside from the core members inside Long An, is known to no second person!

Without time to catch the insider, Mo Ling exhaled lightly and quickly sent a mental message:

'If we take down that female corpse, the fugitives will surely act! Gao Tian! After you strike, find a way to bring the others away first; I'll hold them off!'

'Zhang Tie's condition is bad; you have to take him with you!'

As the words fell, Gao Tian's heart jolted upon hearing them, the power he was charging also trembled slightly. Instinctively, he couldn't help but blurt out:

'And what about you!?'

'Don't worry about me! Even if you try to flee, your risk is greater than mine! Below the fifth stage, no one can hold me!'

After Mo Ling finished speaking, she tightly gripped the dagger Lin An had given her, the short dagger re-inlaid with a red gemstone, now as vivid as blood.

It's nothing more than cutting off the head to liberate the true body; although the cost is great, she is willing to do so.

But as her hand moved toward the dagger, for some unknown reason, Mo Ling suddenly lifted her head, as if sensing something, her eyes full of astonishment.

It's like the previous feeling—could it be an illusion!?

At the same time, as Mo Ling unconsciously glanced at the blank space, Lin An let out a bitter smile, his face inexplicably turning strange.

'This little girl's perception is still pretty strong...'

After silently praising, Lin An turned, slightly furrowing his brows as he looked at Mo Ling's small hand, then glanced at the distant fugitive squad.

'Looks like there's no need to drag this out any further.'

He slightly shook his head, and Lin An's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of ruthless killing intent.

To be frank, he doesn't mind guaranteeing the safety of the core members again, to see how high Gao Tian and the others have grown, then lure out more traitors to settle together.

But if the price requires Mo Ling to encounter trouble?

Sorry, there's nothing to wait for.

He will make this bunch of trash witness what is called the disaster of Lin An!