Chapter 411: Chapter 179: Seeing Sun Chan Hall Again, Epiphany of the Ten-Complete Hand, and a Surge in Cultivation Speed
They no longer wasted time thinking about the Planet Governor who had betrayed them, nor did they bother calculating the odds of rescue.
At this moment, only a single, pure, primitive thought remained in their hearts—
Survive!
"WAAAGH—!!!"
A battle cry like an earth-shattering tsunami, filled with a primitive, savage aura, swept in from all directions like an unstoppable green tide.
The Green-skinned Army was back!
...
The four of them quickly evacuated the open city square, retreating into a massive, long-abandoned commercial complex with a labyrinthine interior.
The complex was built from an alloy capable of withstanding planetary-level destruction. The green-skins couldn’t demolish it, allowing Qin Feng and his team to use this advantage to maneuver and fight back.
Otherwise, they would have been instantly overwhelmed by the millions of green-skins.
"Qin Feng, Zheng Dong, you two block the main corridors on the east and west sides!"
Wan Shuang’s calm and rapid voice crackled over the comms channel. "Mike, you’re with me at the main entrance! Remember, conserve ammunition! Use the terrain to buy us some breathing room!"
Qin Feng, wielding his Heavy Bomb Gun, stood back-to-back with Zheng Dong, guarding the entrance to a narrow passageway formed by countless toppled escalators and fractured support columns.
The Green-skinned kids charged in like rabid dogs, trampling the corpses of their own as they shrieked.
BANG! BANG!
Qin Feng’s shots became incredibly patient.
He was no longer aiming for wide-area suppressive fire. Instead, with every pull of the trigger, he fired only a single shell.
Each lethal shell always found the most opportune moment, the most precise angle, to burrow into the densest part of the green-skin formation.
BOOM!
A single shell could often blast four or five Green-skinned kids, along with their crude armor, into the air.
Zheng Dong, meanwhile, swung his massive power axe like a brutally efficient Butcher.
He didn’t strike often, but every swing was guaranteed to cleave several green-skins in half at the waist, using their bodies to clog the gap in the passageway.
Their coordination was as precise as a machine, turning the corridor into an unbreachable line of death.
The green-skin assault was relentless.
They seemed to know neither fatigue nor fear.
Seeing that their infantry charges were futile, they immediately changed tactics.
Several short, stocky "techies" carrying massive welding torches, under the cover of a large number of green-skins, began frantically cutting at the complex’s metal exterior, trying to carve out a new breach from an unexpected location.
"Not a chance!"
Mike roared, grabbing several disc-shaped Spiritual Explosion Hand Grenades he had prepared from his pack and hurling them toward the techies.
KABOOM—!
A violent explosion created a brief shockwave of pure Spiritual Energy, instantly vaporizing the techies and dozens of their guards!
But immediately after, more techies appeared from other directions.
The battle devolved into a grueling war of attrition.
There were too many green-skins!
Millions of them, a terrifying, dense tide of bodies.
In just half a day, all the large-scale, lethal Spiritual Weapons the four had prepared for this mission were almost completely gone.
Mike was down to his last Spiritual Explosion Hand Grenade.
Zheng Dong’s power axe was starting to fracture.
And all the spare magazines for Qin Feng’s Heavy Bomb Gun were empty.
They were completely trapped, left to die in this steel tomb.
They had tried to break out several times, but all attempts had failed.
The green-skin assault continued.
It seemed endless.
What was even more terrifying was that this time, the ones charging through the breach weren’t the ordinary Green-skinned kids with life force indexes of only one or two thousand—the ones Qin Feng and the others had been mowing down.
Instead, it was a mob of elite veterans—noticeably taller, with more gnarled muscles, their eyes glinting with cunning and cruelty!
Their life force indexes were almost all above 4,000—on par with the four of them!
To make matters worse, a few "War-Cans" carrying massive metal rams began to smash against the already-overburdened structure with brute force.
The pressure of the battle instantly ramped up several notches!
SCHLICK!
Qin Feng ran an elite veteran through the heart with his gun’s bayonet, but before it died, the cleaver in its hand slammed viciously into his shoulder pauldron, leaving a massive gash that went down to the bone.
If not for the formidable material of his "Minglong I" power armor, that blow would have taken his entire arm clean off!
Night fell.
But to the green-skins, there was no difference between night and day.
Their assault was tireless, ceaseless.
The four of them were forced back, step by step, from the ground floor to the top floor.
The healing Potions they carried had long since run out.
Their power armor’s energy levels were dropping at a visible rate.
Qin Feng had lost count of how many green-skins he’d killed.
His arms ached and had gone numb from wielding the gun for so long.
But still, he fought on.
If he stopped, even for a moment, the pressure on his teammates would only increase.
Their stamina, their Will, every last trick they had—all of it was being rapidly consumed, ground down by this endless green sea.
