"Squad leader, pay attention to that octopus demon."

During the fierce battle, Li Zhiyong's somewhat dull voice came from the Bluetooth headset:

"I can't judge its strength. It gives me the feeling that it should be at least a thousand years old. However, its aura is mottled and impure. It must have swallowed too many creatures in the sea. I don't know its specific methods."

Xiao Sheng chuckled: "Leave it to me!"

"Don't act rashly," Zhou Zheng's voice was still calm. "It's the best situation for us if it doesn't take action. Control the defense line and don't counterattack to save mana. We just need to hold here and wait for support."

"Understood." Li Zhiyong replied quickly.

"Yes!" Yue Wushuang's voice was still clear.

"Squad leader, don't worry, I'm not a reckless person," Xiao Sheng's answer can be said to have no self-awareness.

"Be careful," Ao Ying heard the voice. "All of us working together will not be its opponent."

"I will unblock the soul when necessary," Zhou Zheng responded in a voice, "I can't think about the future now. I have to hold on for a while. Immortal monks from other cities are definitely on their way to support."

Ao Ying agreed softly and continued to provide Zhou Zheng with possessed spiritual power, strengthening Zhou Zheng's strength and speed.

Feng Bugui had retreated to the rear to heal his injuries. Several weak female team members were quickly bandaging him. There were dozens of injuries on the strong man's body, and many of them were infected with toxins.

Feng Bugui said nothing, just stared at Zhou Zheng's back.

He was analyzing Zhou Zheng's movements in his mind, and had even begun to try to figure out how to improve Zhou Zheng's close combat ability.

'It's great to be able to continue to achieve breakthroughs in practice.'

Feng Bugui lowered his head and sighed, looking at his rough, calloused hands with emotion in his eyes, and slowly stood up.

"Captain, where are you going?"

"You're too seriously injured! The defense is now stable...Captain!"

"My team members are still in front."

Feng Bugui responded without looking back. He held his right shoulder and slowly swayed his right arm. His steps became more and more steady. With fighting intent burning in his eyes, he punched away the demon in front of him who was about the same size as him.

Zoom out.

The Third Industrial Island is full of fierce battles between monks and demons.

The untrained policeman raised his pistol and tried his best to attract the attention of these monsters to himself. Although the young policeman's hands were trembling, he still roared to encourage himself.

The main city area, where the floods are overflowing.

The divine dog bit the tentacles of an octopus, dragged it towards the far wall, and then pounced on it. Just when it was about to bite the opponent's head, it was knocked away by an emerald green water arrow shot from the side...

In front of the Third Industrial Island Center Shelter.

Zhou Zheng's left hand holding the shield was somewhat numb, and the tiger's mouth was stained with blood, but his movements were still swift and fierce.

What Zhou Zheng himself couldn't see was that he actually looked a bit vicious at this moment.

He has a delicate face, and his facial lines are usually very soft. He has slightly slender eyebrows, a fairly straight nose bridge, and a sharp jawline. He does have the capital to make a living on his face.

But at this moment, he was on the front line of fighting against demons, with an angry look on his face, a frown on his lips, and the corners of his eyebrows seemed to be flying.

Ao Ying was originally worried that Zhou Zheng would be angry.

But when she was close to Zhou Zheng, she sensed carefully and found that Zhou Zheng's spiritual platform was completely empty. Zhou Zheng's thoughts were completely consistent with his body's actions, and his thinking was even much more sensitive than usual.

"Attention," Zhou Zheng suddenly said, "the eight-clawed monster is moving!"

In the distance, the six-meter-tall octopus demon took a big step forward. The octopus-shaped head had a shark-like mouthpart split open, revealing the staggered sharp teeth inside.

It moves its strong human body, and all the muscles in its body seem to be in sync with each other when walking.

Zhou Zheng seemed to see a dark cloud shrouding behind the octopus demon.

He shook his head violently, raised his sword and shield, and took a big step forward.

"Set it on fire!"

Bang! Bang!

The barrel of the sniper rifle next to Li Zhiyong spurted flames!

The octopus demon's head trembled twice, and the head that seemed to have only a thin film only left two shallow marks.

Two large-caliber armor-piercing bullets fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The entire defense line was completely silent.

Zhou Zheng jumped forward with his shield raised, anger bursting out of his eyes, and a bolt of thunder accompanied his movements, slashing the octopus demon in the head.

The octopus demon's eyes glanced at him, and one of the tentacles outside its neck suddenly grew in size and hit Zhou Zheng's shield with lightning speed, sending Zhou Zheng's figure flying directly.

"Monk," the octopus demon raised his hand and pointed at Xiao Sheng floating in the air, saying in a loud voice, "Come here and die."

Xiao Sheng's facial muscles kept trembling, his windbreaker rustled, hundreds of yellow paper talismans appeared around him, and he pounced on the octopus demon with all the talismans.

Feng Bugui roared, and dozens of special operations team members whose strength was above the sixth level of the Xiantian Realm immediately attacked the octopus demon.

Brave and unafraid of death, he is furious.

Zhou Zheng's back suddenly hit the roof of the shelter, triggering the outer protective formation. His body was bounced away again and rolled to the ground.

He had multiple fractures all over his body, so he immediately urged him to eat it in advance, but he wrapped the undissolved healing elixir with magic power and quickly got up.

But Zhou Zheng's feet swayed, he staggered two steps, and fell straight to the ground.

The mana in the body suddenly stopped.

Even if Ao Ying's spiritual power continued, Zhou Zheng had been urging the pills to replenish her magic power, but his Taoist realm was indeed not enough to support such a high-intensity battle.

The feeling of losing mana is even more uncomfortable than losing power.

In fact, waves of fatigue surged into Zhou Zheng's brows, not only his 'qi', but his 'spirit' was also at the end of its strength.

"Zhou, don't force yourself."

A white light flashed, and Ao Ying appeared next to him with a dagger in hand. She raised the dagger and floated it over Zhou Zheng, scattering fairy light and protecting Zhou Zheng.

She said softly: "I'll go and delay everyone's time. You can rest here for a while. The immortals are on their way."

"careful……"

Zhou Zheng reluctantly raised his head and tried to support himself to stand up, but his arms trembled slightly and he lay weakly in the shallow water.

Ao Ying did not dare to delay any longer. She turned around and jumped up, holding her hands in front of her body. There was a jade orb inside, and pieces of fairy light fell on Xiao Sheng and others.

Zhou Zheng looked at her back and struggled hard, but he could only turn over and lay there breathing heavily.

After vomiting and returning to his original state, he could only hope that he would regain a bit of mana quickly. As long as the mana in his body started to circulate, he would have the ability to move again.

He looked at the gloomy sky, enduring the soreness and pain in various parts of his body, and his vision was slightly blurred.

There is an upper limit to a person’s ability;

I tried my best;

Moreover, you have already reached the upper limit of your current abilities, right?

Zhou Zheng closed his eyes and tried to breathe calmly.

The seawater under him soaked his short hair, exuding the softness of the origin and belonging of life, and slowly loosened the grip of the knife handle.

'Xiao Zheng, you have really changed a lot.'

Sister Yaner?

Zhou Zheng's eyes were in a trance, as if he saw the girl in a black skirt gathering her skirt and squatting aside, looking at him with a smile.

'Didn't you teach me to be more cruel to yourself?'

She asked softly:

'Didn't you ask me first, is this world fair to us?'

Zhou Zheng was startled for a moment, and several pictures slowly appeared in front of his eyes, as if someone had removed a layer of gauze and saw the young man covered in bruises.

A corner of the orphanage in the afternoon.

The young man dragged his tired body and sat there with bruises all over his body. His eyes were full of fatigue, but there was a bit of a smile on his lips.

The girl knelt down beside him, frowning and helping him clean up his injuries.

'Why are you doing black boxing again? The dean's mother knows about it and wants to put you in solitary confinement again.'

'What are you afraid of,' the young man grinned, 'I have a special constitution, and my injuries will be gone after I sleep. Look!'

He shook a stack of banknotes in his hand and raised his eyebrows:

‘The new ones will have enough money for milk powder.’

…

On a drizzly and cloudy day, an excavator tore down the wall of the orphanage.

The young man was being held tightly by someone, his eyes were blazing with fire, and he wanted to rush forward and fight those people, but not far away was a group of gangsters with tools, who kept raising eyebrows and smiling at the young man.

In the evening, the boy took the girl to the nightclubs where gangsters gathered.
To be continued...