Chapter 668

Firearms are useless!

They are useless against the Sky-Point Star People; even if Mu Yang holds a gun and fires at the Sky-Point Star Person's head, the effect is far inferior to him directly slashing with a knife.

The medical rescue team does not carry firearms.

Moreover, even if they carried guns, it would be useless, because the Sky-Point Star People nearby have already been completely wiped out in the melee.

Mu Yang's displayed formidable combat power perfectly embodies the saying: "You all come at once, I'm in a hurry."

There is no reason for gunfire to occur.

What does opening fire mean?

"Who told you to fire!"

The cleanup crew clearing the battlefield said, "This is important material; they want it alive!"

"Don't worry."

The one who fired blew a puff of white smoke from a gun barrel that fundamentally had none, saying, "I didn't hit a vital spot; bandaging it will do, anyway he'll die in the end. This guy actually sensed something wrong and tried to run—truly befitting an ace warrior."

"She's been with Mu Yang for years; she might know something."

A group of people coldly watched Dong Mushuang lying on the ground, struggling not to lose consciousness.

"You... who exactly are you..." Dong Mushuang spoke.

This shot certainly did not kill her; it merely added insult to injury to her already severe wounds, and even with a strong warrior's physique, she could not remain conscious.

Just a few minutes ago, in her "half-asleep, half-awake" state, she saw a "medical rescue team member" inject something into a wounded person, causing that person to immediately pass out.

Dong Mushuang's heart immediately rang with alarm bells.

This operation aims to capture Mu Yang and the Sky-Point Star People in one net; it is indeed significant.

The rescue medical and support teams must have already prepared and can deploy at any time.

Moreover, they should all be of the highest standard.

As a top-line warrior, Dong Mushuang is quite familiar with those more skilled medical rescue personnel.

But among the personnel who came down this time, Dong Mushuang doesn't even recognize anyone with a slight impression, let alone say she knows them.

Furthermore, these people's behavior is off.

Their actions and conduct are nothing like coming to rescue the wounded for treatment; they seem more like they are recycling.

Like treating combat uniforms worn for years that can be casually thrown away.

There's a problem!

These people have serious problems!

Could it be that the surrender faction is impersonating?

Then, with alarm bells ringing in her heart, Dong Mushuang secretly shifted her position, preparing to escape, but was hit by a bullet, leaving her no chance to flee at all.

"We are the rescue team!" someone laughed as they approached, saying to Dong Mushuang.

"..."

Dong Mushuang opened her mouth, her vision went black, and she completely lost consciousness.

"Don't really let her die." someone reminded.

"I know." That person crouched down, briefly treated Dong Mushuang's wounds, hoisted her up like carrying a pig of meat, and walked toward the not-so-distant parked helicopter.

This helicopter is a twin-rotor model, large in size, not particularly fast.

The interior space is ample, enough to carry all the currently non-dead wounded in one go; the remaining corpses will naturally be handled by other recovery teams.

After loading all the unconscious wounded onto the helicopter, the interior immediately filled with a bloody smell.

Many people frowned slightly.

Although the experimental material is human, the laboratory is not a slaughterhouse; the scene inside is somewhat frightening, no decoration needed to serve as a horror movie scene.

But it is clean, and regularly disinfected; to say there is a bloody smell, there really isn't much.

Just the scent of some disinfectant agents.

"Hurry up and send the people back." someone waved their hand in front of their face, saying to the pilot.

However, the pilot did not immediately start the helicopter, but pointed ahead: "There's someone there."

"Hmm, any fish that slipped through the net?" several people gathered to look.

It wasn't a fish that slipped through the net, but a man covered in blood and grime, actively walking toward this side.

"That's Mu Yang!"

As the man approached, a group of people instantly became excited.

Mu Yang! The comer is Mu Yang!

The blood obscured his facial features, but the vertical pupil scar on his forehead and the special three-pronged two-edged blade in his hand completely revealed his identity.

To be honest, before they disembarked, they had held expectations, possibly hoping to find the still-living Mu Yang or his corpse.

Unfortunately, the battlefield sweep ultimately failed to find Mu Yang.

They could only lament that this kid's luck is truly good—he actually left in advance.

The crowd also had no intention to continue searching or pursuing, but now that Mu Yang actively delivered himself to their door, they would not let him go.

Mu Yang walks slowly, his steps heavy; some of the blood on him belongs to others, some to himself.

One can see his left hand hanging down, blood still not stopped, and there are some wounds on his body; as he moves, traces of blood like silk seep out.

Clearly, Mu Yang has just endured a fierce battle and is now severely wounded.

They are not amateurs, so could they still fail to subdue him?

Besides the two pilots, over a dozen people jumped down from the helicopter, raised their gun barrels, and aimed at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang said nothing, his steps did not stop, and he completely ignored these people's actions.

"Open fire!"

That's how it's said, but actually only the first four people pulled the triggers, and it was single shots, targeting Mu Yang's shoulders, thighs, and other non-vital areas.

Bringing back a living Mu Yang, the merit would absolutely be far greater than bringing back a corpse.

"Ding!"

A sound of overlapping noises.

A group of people only saw a blurry afterimage flash past in front of Mu Yang; the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber returned to position, and four bullets were all blocked.

Mu Yang didn't stop, didn't dodge, just simply used his weapon to block the bullets.

"Continue!"

The captain ordered, and this time, it was everyone's burst fire.

Then, another overlapping crisp sound.

Bullets fell to the ground one after another, actually blocked by Mu Yang again.

"Except for the head, fire at will!"

Unexpectedly, the heavily injured Mu Yang still had the terrifying combat power to block bullets; the captain decided promptly.

No need to bring him back alive; as long as the head is intact.

It's just a pity, when these people emptied their magazines, aside from adding more bullet casings on the ground, the situation didn't change at all.

Mu Yang's heavy footsteps remained unhurried.

"You... monster!"

A group of people couldn't help but retreat two steps; someone came to the helicopter door side, where a Gatling gun was mounted.

He swiveled the muzzle, aiming at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang walked a step to the side, completely facing the helicopter directly.

At this angle, the fixed Gatling muzzle simply couldn't aim at him.

"... Motherfucker!" The captain cursed, jumped onto the helicopter first, "Retreat!"

Everyone was also very decisive.

Seeing the situation was hopeless, they immediately gave up; this monster Mu Yang was simply not something they could deal with, things are hot, let's scram.

Just at this moment, Mu Yang's footsteps paused, stomping on the ground.

The two pilots in front saw this clearly, their hearts gave a violent jump, feeling as if this stomp landed on their hearts.

Mu Yang, having stomped that foot, instantly vanished from the two's sight.

Almost simultaneously, a miserable scream came from behind the two.

A man who hadn't boarded the helicopter yet was pierced through the body by the black Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber, then used as a weapon, smashed into the other person.

The two collided, that miserable scream came from the latter.

A group of people originally came to collect materials, didn't bring many bullets, and had no replenishment after emptying magazines.

Now Mu Yang suddenly closed in, engaging in close quarters, arousing ferocity, they drew daggers and pounced at Mu Yang.

The two pilots also hurriedly unfastened seatbelts, pulled out black daggers to assist.

These daggers were also made of Black Iron.

In terms of workmanship, they were slightly inferior to the straight saber; dealing with Heavenly Apex Star people definitely wouldn't work — these people also didn't have that ability.

But swarming up, against Black Watch warriors, they could still play a role... right?

The two pilots unfastened seatbelts, when they rushed out, they instantly froze.

On the ground, there were already over a dozen more corpses; Mu Yang looked over expressionlessly.

Swept by his three eyes, within the ancient well's calm came a bone-chilling chill and fear.

Yes, three eyes; in a trance, even that scar looked like an eye.

Shaking off the blood on the Three-Pointed Two-Edged Saber, Mu Yang lifted his leg and boarded the helicopter: "Go fly."

The two pilots froze for a moment, then reacted, retreating step by step.

Before they could retreat two steps, they suddenly felt a fierce wind rush at their faces, blowing so they couldn't even open their eyes.

Then, their cheeks both ached, blood instantly flowing out.

"Get lost, back where you came from."

After Mu Yang said this, he lifted his leg, stepped over the unconscious warriors on the ground, walked to the side chair and sat down.

The two pilots looked at each other, each seeing the other's face with a hideous scar deep enough to show bone.

Just now they didn't even have time to react.

No more other extraneous thoughts, the two came to the pilot seats and sat down; before long, the helicopter door closed.

Rotors spun, slowly rising into the air.

"Boom!"

An incomparably thick cloud layer opened a hole, a bolt of lightning tore across the long sky, descending from heaven.

Tang Luo reached out, crushed the lightning, lightning flashed between his fingers: "That's not enough?"

This lightning was clearly aimed at Tang Luo; could it be that these days of wool-gathering too much has already triggered the Eight Trigrams Furnace's reaction mechanism?

Rarely entering the Eight Trigrams Furnace interior, how could it stop just like this?

Tang Luo pondered briefly, suddenly had an idea, he patted Howling Celestial Dog's head: "You go back, I'll go up top and play a bit."

Saying this, he soared into the sky, directly disappearing into the thick cloud layer.

A moment later, lightning flickered in and out of sight in the cloud layer.

That terrifying heavenly might made Howling Celestial Dog's fur almost stand on end, hurriedly descended.

Descending to a certain height, Howling Celestial Dog's nose twitched twice, looked into the distance, where Yang Jian's aura became "clear".

"Awoo!"

Letting out a wolf's howl, the Howling Celestial Dog ran wildly through the void, but in a different direction.

She felt something might happen, so she decided to find Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie first.

In the high sky, heavenly thunder hovered above Tang Luo's head, climbing steadily higher.

Suddenly, the thunder vanished, replaced by a tiny flame.

With the appearance of this flame, the surrounding space instantly twisted, and scorching high heat formed invisible flames that filled every corner.

Six Ding Divine Fire!

Tang Luo was not alarmed but delighted; he removed the Brocade Kasaya and walked step by step toward that tiny flame.

As he drew near, the surroundings gradually turned into a magnificent sea of flames.

A true sea of fire!

Towering wave-like flames surged forth, completely engulfing Tang Luo.