Apocalypse: Why did you provoke her? She's a cultivator.

Chapter 138 Dragon Pond and Tiger Den
The one-eyed man's pupils contracted sharply, and he cursed inwardly, "What bad luck!" But now that things had come to this, there was no turning back.

He suddenly waved his hand and said viciously, "Do it! Kill them!"

Before the words were even finished, the four people in the courtyard had already moved.

"Bind!" Nan Shaohua shouted, and the vines at his feet suddenly grew larger.

The dark blue vines whistled through the air as they coiled around the front row of ability users.

The vines were made of an unknown material, but they were exceptionally tough. Those who were entangled in them felt their wrists tighten, but they couldn't break free even a little.

Chu Qingyang followed closely behind, and the lightning at his fingertips suddenly transformed into a thunder whip as thick as an arm, lashing towards the one-eyed man with a terrifying crackling sound.

Where the lightning whip passed, the air became scorching hot. The one-eyed man broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still struck on the shoulder by the tip of the whip. Instantly, a numbing sensation spread throughout his body, and half of his body was unable to move.

Fang Jun seized the opportunity, and the water in his palm suddenly transformed into several ice shards, shooting towards the superhuman who was entangled by vines.

The icicles pierced the air and embedded themselves precisely in their knees, eliciting screams of agony.

Shen Yujie stood behind the three, his hands forming a mudra, and soft white light emanated from his palms, like a thin veil covering Nan Shaohua and the other two.

The moment he was enveloped in the white light, Nan Shaohua felt his supernatural power flowing more smoothly, Chu Qingyang's lightning whip seemed to have increased in power as well, and even Fang Jun's speed in condensing ice shards increased by a fraction of a second.

The superhumans who launched the night raid thought it would be an easy ambush, but they didn't expect that their opponents were not only well-prepared but also had such a perfect teamwork.

In the blink of an eye, four or five people were bound by vines, and two people were struck by lightning whips and fell to the ground.

The remaining people panicked, and their attack fell apart.

The one-eyed man gritted his teeth, enduring the numbness in his shoulder, and took out a black pill from his pocket and swallowed it.

Didn't Yu Zelun say there was a woman they wanted to arrest in this building?
How come we haven't seen a single woman, but instead there are four superhumans with such powerful abilities?

He got screwed over by that bastard Yu Zelun!

The one-eyed man knew that tonight's tangled waters were unlikely to be easy to navigate.

The one-eyed man squinted his remaining left eye, his gaze sweeping over his teammates lying haphazardly at his feet. Some were twisted and deformed by the vines, some were charred black like charcoal, and others had already lost their breath.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and the veins on his right hand, which gripped the dagger, bulged.

The teammates who were just arrogant were nearly half wiped out in the blink of an eye by the relentless supernatural attacks from the four opponents.

That wood-type ability user was like an ancient tree rooted in the earth, with endless green vines flowing from his palms, sometimes transforming into tough ropes to bind the target, and sometimes condensing into sharp spearheads to pierce vital points.

Those with lightning-based abilities are like moving thunderstorms, with blue-purple electricity crackling at their fingertips. Each bolt of lightning is accompanied by a deafening roar, always able to precisely tear through their defenses.

The water-based ability user appears gentle, but the water he manipulates can instantly freeze into icicles or transform into swift water arrows, forming an impenetrable attack net in conjunction with the binding of vines.

The most troublesome one was Shen Yujie, who was in the healing class and always stood behind the three of them.

A pale green halo enveloped his companions, and whenever someone was grazed by a stray bullet, the halo would immediately stop the bleeding.

The one-eyed man knew that if he continued to waste time, his entire army would be wiped out.

"Withdraw!" he shouted in a low voice, his tone carrying an undeniable resolve.

The teammates, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, dragged the wounded man toward the road behind them.

But Nan Shaohua and his three companions clearly had no intention of letting them go; instead, their attack became even more ferocious.

Chu Qingyang waved his arms, and several thick bolts of lightning, like silver snakes dancing wildly, instantly struck down the two henchmen who were trying to cover their retreat.

Fang Jun clasped his hands together, and the puddles on the ground suddenly surged into huge waves, crashing towards the retreating crowd. Nan Shaohua, meanwhile, manipulated vines to form a dense net, blocking the alleyway entrance.

As the one-eyed man retreated, he swung his sword to cut off the vines that were entangling him, keeping a close eye on the trajectory of the attack from the corner of his eye.

Just as he dodged an icicle, a thick green vine, about the thickness of a wrist, suddenly shot out from behind him, its tip gleaming with a cold white light. He had reacted quickly enough, but he was still a beat too slow.

"Hey!"

The vines grazed his left arm, leaving a trail of blood droplets that instantly stained the fabric red.

The intense pain caused the one-eyed man to groan, and his hand holding the knife trembled.

"Boss!" Two loyal subordinates immediately rushed forward and shielded him with their bodies.

One of them has a strength-based ability; once his ability level reaches level three, he can harden his skin.

He withstood the onslaught of water arrows, while another man manipulated clods of earth to build a low wall in front of him.

The one-eyed man gritted his teeth and staggered backward under the cover of this brief moment.

He looked at the wound that was constantly bleeding, then glanced at Nan Shaohua and the other three men with cold eyes not far away, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.

The vines were still growing wildly, the lightning was still roaring, and the sound of water hitting the earthen wall was dull and rapid.

"Go!" He pushed aside his teammates who were blocking his way, turned around and rushed into the distance.

The remaining teammates fought desperately, using their own flesh and blood to buy him time.

When the last remaining henchman was struck down by lightning, the one-eyed man and his trusted subordinates had already disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a trail of broken bloodstains on the ground.

Nan Shaohua withdrew the vines, the electric current in Chu Qingyang's fingertips gradually subsided, and Fang Jun also dispersed the water flow he was controlling.

The four of them stood there, panting, looking at the empty alleyway, their faces showing signs of exhaustion.

"He got away." Chu Qingyang clicked his tongue, his tone tinged with resentment.

Shen Yujie stepped forward, the pale green light falling on Nan Shaohua's arm that had been grazed by a stray bullet. "He can't have gone far. He injured his left arm, and the bloodstains will leave clues."

Nan Shaohua gazed into the distance along the highway, gently stroking the green vines wrapped around his wrist. "He can run away once, but he can't run away a second time."

The faint moonlight shone on the open ground, reflecting the mess and the lingering sharpness in the eyes of the four men.

The confrontation has temporarily subsided, but the pursuit and competition are clearly not over yet.

……

The one-eyed man pressed his uninjured right hand firmly against the wound on his left arm. The rough gauze was already soaked with blood, and dark red liquid dripped down between his fingers, spreading a small stain on the cement floor.

"Yu Zelun!" He kicked open the half-closed wooden door, the door slamming against the wall with a dull thud. The man, who was hunched over his desk flipping through documents, was startled, his hand trembling, and his pen drew a crooked line on the paper.

Yu Zelun looked up, and when he saw who it was, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly: "What are you doing here...?"

"This is all thanks to you!" The one-eyed man rushed to the table, slamming his blood-stained left hand down on it, making the scattered documents rustle. "What kind of bullshit information did you give me? Saying there was only one woman and a few weaklings in that building?"

His single eye was bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse with anger and pain: "I brought more than a dozen brothers with me, and what happened? Six died, and the rest were all wounded! My arm was almost ruined!"

Yu Zelun's composure gradually faded. He put down his pen and leaned forward slightly: "Something went wrong?"

"An unexpected turn of events? That's a fucking den of dragons and tigers!"

The one-eyed man, panting heavily, recounted his ordeal in a vicious manner.