Boom!
At the critical moment, the Wuzzy Beard stood in front of Zhao Ying, his mechanical arm deploying an energy shield to block the collapsing wall, but even so, he was still knocked back by the impact, seeing stars and spitting bl**d from his mouth and nose.
“Captain Zhao, take Xiaoyuan and go first. I will buy you time.”
“What kind of joke is this?” Zhao Ying frowned and said sternly, “This demon has absorbed dragon qi from somewhere, its strength is already at the level of a demon general. How can you buy time?”
“I am at the master level, you are at the soldier level. You and Xiaoyuan being alive is more important than me!” The Wuzzy Beard pushed Zhao Ying towards the hall with one hand and roared back, “Hurry up!”
Zhao Ying gritted her teeth.
Abandoning her teammate was not her style, but she had to admit that what the Wuzzy Beard said was the best solution.
If she stayed, both she and Xiaoyuan would d*e.
Xiaoyuan was very important to the Demon-Slaying Division. Even if she and the Wuzzy Beard died here, Xiaoyuan must not be harmed.
She had to leave.
Zhao Ying looked deeply at the figure facing the Demon Dragon.
She no longer hesitated, bent down, and carried the unconscious Xiaoyuan on her shoulder, limping towards the emergency exit.
Wuzzy Beard, Zhao Ying owes you a life…
I hope there’s a chance to repay you in the future.
…
“Monster! Get out of that boy!”
The Wuzzy Beard held a large machete, staring fiercely at the monster that broke through the room and crawled out calmly.
This underground base received financial and technological support from the Demon-Slaying Division headquarters, making the entire underground space missile-proof. The walls were thickened and reinforced, able to withstand an RPG hit head-on without issue.
But for the Demon Dragon, such solid walls were like toys, easily crushed.
Facing the Wuzzy Beard’s curses, the Demon Dragon casually swiped a claw, the wind whipped up by the claw tip forcing the Wuzzy Beard to squint.
Boom!
Even though he tried his best to dodge, he was struck by the giant claw and sent flying.
“Hmph, an ant.”
The Demon Dragon sneered, withdrawing its gaze from the bloodied figure in the ruins.
It opened its mouth and let out an eerie howl, its body convulsing as its flesh continued to grow, becoming larger and larger. Numerous tentacles burst out from all over its body, piercing the ceiling above frantically. Soon, a path was opened above.
“Eat, eat!”
It needed more spiritual energy.
But even after drilling out of the ground, it could hardly sense any spiritual energy.
This world’s spiritual energy was too thin, completely different from the rented apartment it came from before.
However, without spiritual energy, fresh meat would do.
When Zhao Ying brought Xiaoyuan out, she had already evacuated most people from the vegetable market. Additionally, the commotion underground was alarming. Both buyers and sellers had fled.
The Demon Dragon didn’t discriminate, starting with the butcher shops.
After eating through a whole street of butcher shops, it had grown into a massive creature over a hundred meters long.
“Not enough, not enough! This isn’t fresh enough!”
The Demon Dragon’s crimson eyes searched left and right, its giant claws destroying the market stalls recklessly.
Rotten meat couldn’t satisfy it; it wanted to eat living creatures!
In the air, it quickly detected the scent of live prey.
It suddenly turned and charged towards one of the shops, tearing through the wall with a swipe of its giant claw, then lifting the roof off with another.
“Don’t, don’t look… don’t look…” Under the table, a mother pressed her two children’s heads into her chest, watching the Demon Dragon peek in, her voice trembling as she spoke through clenched teeth.
“Fresh food! Hehe!”
The Demon Dragon opened its bl**d-stained maw, ready to swallow the person along with the table.
Suddenly, intense pain shot through its neck.
It shook its head, and an eyeball grew out of the back of its skull, turning to see a bl**d-covered person swinging a large kn*fe furiously.
“Get out, get out of that boy’s body, ah ah ah!”
The Wuzzy Beard spat out bl**d, grabbing onto the Demon Dragon’s tentacle to steady himself, while his mechanical arm swung the machete at the growing flesh, his red eyes filled with killing intent and anger.
One slash, two slashes, three slashes…
Muscles tore, the blade dulled.
Electric arcs sparked from the joints of his mechanical arm.
The excruciating pain and burning sensation from the electrical shock spread throughout his body, but the Wuzzy Beard felt nothing.
Why did spiritual energy have to awaken…
Why were there demons…
He said he would help Chen Huaian.
What a promising young man.
If Chen Huaian could survive, he could save many lives.
He could lead the Demon-Slaying Division to break through the family’s blockade…
k*ll all the demons and evil spirits…
End everything!
“Get out!!”
Suddenly, a cold gaze fell upon him.
The Wuzzy Beard shivered, raising his eyes to meet the eyeball on the Demon Dragon’s back.
But he grinned, bl**d dripping from his mouth, “Go, fk you!”
His damaged vocal cords produced a hoarse, bloody scream.
High-explosive grenades, he pulled the pin out and jammed it into the gap created by the machete.
The mechanical arm extended inside, pushing the grenade as deep as possible, half of his body pressing in.
The grenade exploded instantly.
Boom!
The vegetable market exploded into a cloud of bl**d mist.
Flesh and bl**d splattered, the Demon Dragon howling in rage.
The Wuzzy Beard was also blown away, landing like a rag doll.
A high-explosive grenade exploding at close range had a significant lethal effect on soldiers.
But a General-level being couldn’t be killed so easily.
“Cough, cough…” The Wuzzy Beard gazed at the sky, his vision blurry, ears ringing.
He licked the bl**d from his lips, trying to stand up, but he couldn’t feel his hands.
His hands were gone.
He could only sit up, moving his hips slowly.
He couldn’t see the Demon Dragon, only hearing the sound of flesh writhing.
Behind the Wuzzy Beard.
The Demon Dragon, with half its neck missing, gradually reformed, the gap from the high-explosive grenade filled with new flesh.
This process was slow.
Slow enough for the mother and her children to escape.
But it was also fast.
Fast enough for the Wuzzy Beard not to turn his body.
The Demon Dragon roared and charged, its anger surpassing its hunger.
The heavy dragon claw slammed down.
The ground trembled violently.
Boom!
Flesh burst, bones shattered, a screw flew up and rolled into a distant puddle of bl**d…
The Demon Dragon raised its claw, looking at the wound torn by its teeth. In less than a second, the wound healed.
Interesting… even if it dies, they want to bite off a piece of its flesh? But ants are still just ants.
It slowly turned, its bloated body crawling out of the market. Outside, there was more fresh food.
It could smell it…
…
Outside the Panjiayuan Vegetable Market, a large number of armed forces had gathered, the alarm lights flashing on the tanks.
On the helicopter, Zhao Ying put down the phone, her expression grave as she watched the Demon Dragon at the entrance of the market.
Countless people in the surrounding residential buildings were filming with their phones.
The appearance of this General-level demon was sudden and unexpected.
The revival of spiritual energy and the appearance of demons were likely impossible to hide. More troublesome was that currently, no General-level Demon-Slaying Master was available to deal with the Demon Dragon. The highest force they could deploy was a top-tier Soldier.
“Can we only request assistance from the families?”
Zhao Ying bit her lip.
She could fully imagine what conditions the families would demand.
They would ask for the secrets of the Breathing Method.
The core and hope of the Demon-Slaying Division, the secret that countless lives had been sacrificed to uncover.
If the Breathing Method was handed over to the families, the last bargaining chip against them would be lost.
From then on, the Demon-Slaying Division would become a tool for the families to maintain the ‘balance between humans and demons.’
