One person: Starting with the Snow Drinking Blade

Nie Lingfeng nodded.

He never expected any long-term cooperation. This hastily assembled alliance was like a paper lantern, easily blown away by the wind. He only needed to temporarily utilize their strength to open a path to survival and give his side a chance to catch their breath and treat Xiaoyun.

"So——"

Nie Lingfeng carefully handed the unconscious Xiaoyun to Chen Duo behind him. His movements were very gentle, as if he were afraid of disturbing a baby who was dreaming. He wrapped the blanket around Xiaoyun's head again to protect her.

Then, take a step forward.

Standing side by side with Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, and Feng Baobao.

Faced with the monstrous tidal wave surging in like a tsunami—thousands upon thousands of monsters pouring out of the darkness, their footsteps shaking the earth, their roars causing rubble to fall from the dome. The tidal wave, like a black flood, surged in from all directions, threatening to engulf them.

His eyes showed no fear, only a chilling killing intent.

That killing intent wasn't anger or hatred, but a kind of extreme, surgically precise killing intent. The position, speed, and attack method of every monster were all within his calculations. He had already planned where to strike, how much force to use, and when to strike with each blow.

"Fight your way out!"

The hastily formed and incredibly fragile alliance, in this hellish flesh and blood factory, faced the utterly enraged "Mother Nest" and its endless army of monsters, began a desperate breakout battle for a slim chance of survival.

Nie Lingfeng took the lead!

The Snow Drinking Blade reappeared in his hand. The azure ice blade stood out starkly against the dark red light, its icy blue aura contrasting sharply with the surrounding crimson, like a beam of light in the darkness.

The icy blue blade light, like the first glint of cold light after the creation of the world, slashed towards the "tyrant" charging at the forefront!

The "tyrant" was as big as a truck, covered in a thick black exoskeleton, and its triangular head had three rows of inward-curving teeth that were opening and closing, making a "click-click" sound.

Nie Lingfeng slashed down—not a chop, but a horizontal slash. The blade flashed across the "Tyrant's" chest, leaving a deep, chilling mark on the exoskeleton with icy blue energy. The exoskeleton didn't shatter, but after that slash, the black skin around the mark began to turn white and freeze, the ice slowly and irresistibly spreading outwards.

The "tyrant" let out a painful roar, its massive body taking a step back as if frozen.

Zhang Chulan's lightning exploded on the left, crackling and popping, forcing back a group of "Tearers" who were trying to flank him from the left. He fired palm lightning in quick succession, lightning orbs shooting out like machine guns, exploding on the monsters' bodies with a "bang bang bang," tearing their skin open and splattering black blood everywhere.

Zhang Lingyu's Yin Lightning flowed on the right side, its black, viscous light spreading among the monsters like ink dripping into water. The monsters touched by the Yin Lightning immediately became sluggish, as if being dragged down by something, then slowly solidified and hardened, finally turning into black statues that crashed to the ground.

Feng Baobao's blade flashed behind her, the silver katana drawing arcs in the darkness, slicing the monsters that tried to attack from behind in two. Her movements were unpredictable, like a slippery fish, weaving through the monsters, each dodge perfectly timed to slip through the gaps in their attacks, each swing of her blade precisely striking their vital points.

Wang Ye's magical arts unfolded in the middle of the group, with various elemental spells used alternately—fireballs from the "Li" character, water bullets from the "Kan" character, earthen walls from the "Gen" character, and wind blades from the "Dui" character—like a mobile turret, constantly unleashing damage on the surrounding monsters.

Chen Duo's Gu poison formed an invisible barrier at the edge of the group. The monsters that tried to approach either went berserk and began attacking their own kind the moment they came into contact with the Gu poison; or they became weak, their legs went weak, and they fell to the ground; or they collapsed directly to the ground, foaming at the mouth, convulsing a few times before dying.

The British elite in his suit was also dripping blood with his military knife. His knife skills weren't as refined as Feng Baobao's, nor as unpredictable as Zhang Lingyu's, but they were ruthless and practical. Every strike was unattractive, but every strike was fatal. He specifically targeted the monster's joints and weak points—knees, elbows, armpits, throat, eyes. With one strike, the monster's fighting ability was reduced by half.

Although Catherine's frost powers were consuming a great deal of energy, she persevered. Her ice walls formed temporary defensive lines around the group, blocking most of the monsters' frontal assaults. While her ice spikes were no longer as dense, each one precisely struck the monsters' vital points—eyes, mouths, and throats.

Although Fujiwara Sousuke was at the back of the group, his kunai never stopped. His kunai throws, though slow with his single arm, were precise, each one hitting a monster's head. Though he couldn't use his ninjutsu, his eyes remained sharp, still searching for every opportunity to strike.

Lights of various colors bloomed in this dark red hell—ice-blue blade light, white lightning, black dark lightning, silver katana, earth-yellow magic, colorful poison, blue ice crystals, silver military sabers—intertwining with the roars of monsters, the sound of flesh and blood shattering, and the sound of rock walls collapsing, to create an even more tragic and frenzied requiem of flesh and blood.

And behind them—

The enormous "mother nest" was enduring the backlash of energy—the crystalline circuits and biological nerve bundles destroyed by Nie Lingfeng's Qi were slowly and painfully regenerating, with new tissue growing from the broken ends, pink and wet, like a baby's skin—while still unwillingly and intently "staring" at the unconscious Xiaoyun in Chen Duo's arms.

Of its hundreds of "eye" crystals, more than half have shattered, dimmed, and ceased to shine. But the remaining small half, stubbornly and persistently, like stars that refuse to go out, still tightly locks onto that tiny figure.

It emitted a low, rumbling sound, filled with endless resentment and longing, as if it came from the abyss.

The roar was deeper than a heartbeat, lower than a breath, as if something was saying to Xiaoyun: You are mine. You are mine. You are mine.

The breakthrough has only just begun.

The hope of survival flickers like a candle in the wind.

But at least—

There are still people fighting.

Some people haven't given up.

"Fight your way out!"

At Nie Lingfeng's command, the hastily assembled and fragile alliance launched a fierce counterattack against the surging tide of monsters that resembled a black tidal wave.

There is no turning back. There is no hesitation. Only forward.

Nie Lingfeng took the lead, his Snow Drinking Blade leaving a cold blue trail in the dark red light. The trail was not a straight line, but an arc—each swing of the blade left a slowly dissipating, icy blue streak in the air, like writing death stroke by stroke in the darkness.

They were the first to encounter a "tyrant" charging at the forefront.

The monster was over four meters tall, its body covered in thick bone plates like tank armor. The plates weren't smooth; instead, they were covered in rough textures and protruding bone spikes, like a pangolin's armor magnified a hundred times. The edges of each plate were sharp, and as it moved, they rubbed against each other, making a teeth-grinding "crunching" sound.

Instead of hands, the arms ended in two pairs of enormous, curved, guillotine-like bone blades. The blades were dark red—not painted on, but stained from layers of dried blood. The edges of the blades had small serrations that gleamed coldly in the dark red light.

With each step it took, the ground trembled slightly, "thump, thump, thump," as if someone were striking the earth with a hammer. Its imposing presence was terrifying, like a moving mountain of flesh.

"The Six Secrets of Frostbite: A Glimpse of Startling Cold!"

Nie Lingfeng didn't test the waters. At this moment, testing was tantamount to suicide. He started with a killing move!

His figure and the blade's light merged into one—not just "like" a beam of light, but truly transformed into a beam of light. An icy blue, cold, silent light.

That stunningly beautiful arc of icy blue light swept past the "Tyrant" in an instant!

As the blade flashed, a clear, steaming trail of frost remained in the air. The trail started at the tip of the blade and stretched for five or six meters before slowly dissipating. A bone-chilling cold spread out, freezing several small insects nearby, which then fell to the ground with a soft thud.

"roar--!"

The "Tyrant" let out a roar that was a mixture of pain and rage. The roar did not come from its throat—its throat was too thick—but rather it burst from its chest, carrying a stench of hot air that sprayed onto Nie Lingfeng's back.

A deep, smooth cut appeared on the thick bone plate on its left scapula. The cut was about half a meter long and cut into the bone plate about two inches deep. The cut was as smooth as a mirror and reflected a dark red light.

A chilling, icy blue aura was relentlessly seeping into the bone through the cut. The edges of the bone plate began to turn white and frost over, the frost lines spreading outwards at a visible speed, like a tree of frost drawn on the bone plate. The cold seeped into the muscles beneath the bone plate, freezing blood vessels and brittlening the bones.

Although it failed to sever the Tyrant's bone plates in one strike—the Tyrant's bone plates were thicker than a fist, and a two-inch-deep cut was far from enough to damage its core—it still caused the behemoth's movements to abruptly halt. As its left bone blade swung, the joints made a "clicking" sound, like rusty hinges, and its speed slowed by at least 30%.

"Thunder Magic - Raging Thunder Prison!"

Zhang Chulan seized the opportunity and raised his hands high. A violent white lightning bolt gathered above his head, not as individual arcs of electricity, but as a churning, cloud-like thundercloud. The thundercloud spun, contracted, and expanded above his head, emitting a low rumbling sound.

Then—it exploded!

The thunderclouds transformed into a massive net of lightning woven from countless white arcs, descending upon the "Tyrant"!

The mesh of the net was about the size of a fist, and each "net wire" was a highly compressed bolt of lightning, emitting a blinding white light and scorching heat. A series of crackling sounds rang out, like hundreds of firecrackers exploding at the same time.

"boom--!"

The lightning net collided with the remaining bone plates on the "Tyrant's" body, exploding into countless blinding sparks! White arcs of electricity leaped, roamed, and tore across the bone plates, like glowing snakes writhing wildly. The sparks illuminated the "Tyrant's" entire body, coating the bone plates and spurs with a layer of platinum.

The "Tyrant" convulsed from the electric shock—its body trembled uncontrollably, as if someone had passed a 10,000-volt electric current through its body. Its limbs were stiff, and its bone blades trembled in mid-air, utterly powerless. It roared repeatedly, and for the first time, a hint of…fear lingered in its cries.

"Yin Five Thunders - Northern Azure Pool!"

Zhang Lingyu cooperated by spreading out the Yin Lightning. He pressed his hands on the ground, and black lightning energy surged from his palms, spreading and diffusing across the ground like ink dripping into water.

Thick, viscous black thunder energy, like swamp, coiled around the tyrant's robust lower limbs. It wasn't an electric shock—Yin Five Thunder doesn't harm people through electric shocks; it relies on "erosion" and "delay."

The black lightning bolts seemed to have a life of their own, climbing up the "tyrant's" ankles, his calves, his knees, and his thighs. With each inch they climbed, the muscles in that inch became stiff and numb, as if they had been given anesthesia.

It greatly slowed its movement. It tried to lift its legs, but they felt like they were filled with lead; it tried to turn, but its joints felt like they were rusted; it tried to swing its claws, but its arms felt like they were tied with sandbags. It had the strength but could not fully exert it, like a person trapped in a swamp, the more it struggled, the deeper it sank.

The three of them worked together and managed to temporarily trap this most ferocious monster.