I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

The icy rainwater, mixed with the sludge gushing from the sewers, flowed freely across the once gleaming marble pavement of Tianfu Square. But now, a glaring dark red tinge appeared in this murky water.

The once bustling commercial center now seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence. The usual hustle and bustle of traffic had disappeared, replaced by the distant wailing of police sirens and the occasional screams that tore through the night sky.

"Reload! Quick! Don't stop firing!"

Wang Jie, the captain of the Southwest Detachment of Bureau 749, was hiding behind the wreckage of a crushed armored vehicle, roaring hoarsely. His left eye socket was split open, and blood smeared half of his face, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Behind him was the subway entrance leading to the underground air-raid shelter. Below, more than three thousand shivering citizens were crammed together; it was their last stand.

Fifty meters ahead of them, the three monstrous beasts that seemed to have crawled out of hell were approaching with elegant yet cruel steps.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The heavy footsteps felt like they were pounding on everyone's hearts.

Three enormous black figures slowly emerged from the rain ahead.

Leading the pack was a mutated Bengal tiger named "Dashan".

At this moment, it was no longer recognizable as a tiger. Its entire body was covered with a layer of bluish-black metallic keratin, and its originally soft fur had completely disappeared, replaced by a row of stark white bone spurs on its back, like a series of inverted sharp blades.

Its massive size, like a heavy truck, leaves a deep crater in the asphalt road with every step it takes.

"Da da da da da!"

The surviving special operations team members pulled the trigger.

Specially crafted psionic armor-piercing rounds rained down on "Mountain." These rounds were expensive to produce, and a single bullet was enough to penetrate the armor of a light tank.

However, a desperate scene unfolded.

Ding ding ding!

A dense cacophony of metallic clanging filled the air. Bullets strong enough to tear through steel plates struck "Big Mountain," only sending up a series of dazzling sparks before bouncing off helplessly and falling into the puddles with a hissing sound.

Aside from leaving a few faint white spots on that layer of keratin, it didn't even make it move back an inch!

"It's useless...it's completely useless! Its armor is tougher than a tank's reactive armor!" a machine gunner in charge of suppressing fire shouted in despair.

"Dashan" seemed somewhat annoyed by this ticklish attack.

It let out a low growl, not a domineering roar, but an extremely deep, low-frequency vibration, like the roar of an engine.

The next second, it moved.

No one could even see its movements.

A black shadow flashed before my eyes, and that huge body defied the laws of physics, bursting out with acceleration comparable to a sports car!

"Scatter!!" Wang Jie's eyes were bloodshot.

boom!

A police car that was positioned across the road as cover was casually swatted away by "Big Mountain". The two-ton vehicle tumbled through the air like a toy, whistling through the wind, before crashing into the firing position on the left flank.

"ah--!"

The screams abruptly ceased. The two team members, along with their heavy machine gun, were instantly smashed into a pile of minced meat.

"You beast! I'm going to kill you!!"

One of the young soldiers had a mental breakdown. He dropped his empty rifle, pulled out a rocket launcher from behind his back, and stood up with red eyes.

"Go to hell!!"

Whoosh—Boom!

The rocket, trailing an orange-red plume of flame, struck "Big Mountain" in the chest at extremely close range. The violent explosion instantly engulfed the massive body, and the shockwave dispersed all the surrounding rain.

"Did you take it down?" Everyone stared intently at the cloud of smoke.

However, when the smoke cleared, the light in everyone's eyes went out.

"Big Mountain" remained standing in the same spot. It glanced down at the slightly blackened, cracked patch of keratin on its chest, seemingly surprised. Then, it raised its head, its green eyes showing no anger, only a mockery akin to that of a human.

It stuck out its barbed tongue, licked the corner of its mouth, revealing a row of gleaming white fangs.

Meanwhile, the other two mutated tigers—"Erwei" and "Xiaobawang"—did not launch a direct attack.

Like highly skilled special forces soldiers, they stealthily circled around the ruins of shops on both sides.

"Watch out behind you! Watch out behind you!"

"Ah! My leg!!"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed from the right flank. "Little Tyrant" moved with lightning speed, instantly plunging into the crowd. It didn't kill people outright, but instead specialized in severing their limbs, reveling in the fear and screams of its prey.

Blood stained the ground, and at that moment, the elite defense line that Bureau 749 was so proud of completely collapsed.

Heavy weapons are ineffective. Psionic bullets are ineffective.

Even the actions that had just used liquid nitrogen to try to freeze them were shattered by that terrifying physical strength.

This is the cruel truth brought about by the resurgence of spiritual energy—when the evolution of individual organisms exceeds the killing limit of technological weapons, humanity instantly falls from the pinnacle of all creation to prey at the bottom of the food chain.

"Captain...out of bullets."

The adjutant leaned against Wang Jie, clutching a dulled sword, trembling all over, not from fear of death, but from helplessness. "We can't hold them off anymore."

Wang Jie glanced at the half-closed subway shutter behind him.

He could hear suppressed sobs coming from inside. There were elderly people, children, and young people who had just finished get off work.

If those three monsters were to charge in... it would be an unimaginable massacre.

"We must stop them even if we can't."

Wang Jie took a deep breath and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He slowly straightened up, the fear in his eyes gradually fading, replaced by a resolute will to die.

He reached for his waist, where the last specially made high-explosive glory bomb was hanging.

"Brothers."

Wang Jie's voice was soft, but it reached the ears of every surviving team member clearly in the torrential rain.

"Do you still remember our oath of allegiance to the 749th Bureau?"

The remaining dozen or so team members, some with severed hands and others with blindness, all silently pulled out their tactical knives or pulled the pins on their grenades.

"I remember." The adjutant gave a bitter smile. "At this moment, it's about defending our land and protecting our country."

"it is good."

Wang Jie looked at the "mountain" that had closed to within ten meters and suddenly pulled the safety pin on the Glory Bomb.

"Then let these beasts see if our human bones are harder than their teeth!!"

"Charge with me!!!"

Wang Jie roared, preparing to launch one last suicidal charge with a death wish.

The "mountain" seemed to have lost patience as well. It bent its hind legs slightly, preparing to launch a final attack and end this boring game once and for all.

However, at that critical moment, when everyone thought they were doomed.

Om-!

A very strange frequency suddenly came from high above.

That wasn't thunder, nor was it an explosion.

That was the mournful sound of air being forcibly cut open by something extremely sharp!

"Big Mountain," which was about to pounce on the group, suddenly froze. Its instincts as a wild beast made it feel an unprecedented, deep-seated tremor.

It suddenly looked up at the dark night sky.

Followed by.

Clang—!

A clear and resounding sword cry, like the roar of a dragon from the heavens, instantly drowned out the thunder and rain, echoing throughout the entire capital of Chengdu!

The clouds parted.

We did not see any planes or missiles.

Wang Jie and all the survivors only saw one ray of light.

A terrifying beam of light, so dark purple it was almost black and so bright it was blinding, plummeted straight down from a height of ten thousand meters with an aura of annihilation!

Rumble—!!

The beam of light struck precisely in the open space between the mutated tiger and the crowd.

The violent shockwave instantly overturned the surrounding car wreckage. Wang Jie and the others instinctively raised their hands to protect their eyes, but they were still forced to retreat by the overwhelming pressure, and even found it difficult to breathe.

"What...what kind of weapon is this?" Wang Jie opened his eyes in shock.

The smoke and dust cleared.

On the hard asphalt road, a large pit with a diameter of ten meters had appeared.

In the center of the crater, there were no scorch marks from the bomb crater, only the phantom of a giant sword formed entirely of lightning, slowly dissipating.

Amidst the dissipating sword energy, three figures dressed in cyan robes were revealed.

The rainwater evaporated automatically when it came within three feet of them, turning into wisps of white mist.

The leader carried an ancient longsword on his back, his body surrounded by purple lightning, his gaze as cold as a knife. He didn't look at the special police behind him, but stared coldly at the three trembling mutated tigers in front of him.

"You beast."

Chu Tian lightly flicked non-existent dust off his sleeve; the sound was soft, yet clearly audible to everyone present.

"With Kunlun here, who dares to be insolent?"