Global Game: I Have Portable Store-Chapter 359 - 355: Evil Spirit Snowball

Over seventy Evil Spirits swiftly moved through the gaps in the ruins of the lower level, almost soundlessly, accompanied only by a faint breeze.

Their bodies were largely in a semi-solid form, capable of a certain degree of scaling.

"Take them down!"

"Kill them!"

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Shouts of battle came from above as Huang Biao’s team arrived at the designated location and confronted these new humans head-on.

While both sides engaged in battle, over seventy Evil Spirits attacked from behind, swiftly ambushing and eliminating more than a dozen new humans in one encounter.

Faced with this sudden assault, the new humans’ formation fell apart, their eyes bloodshot, roaring as they rampaged chaotically.

This state made them more fearless while causing them to lose some of their sanity.

This was exactly the situation Su Changxing was glad to see.

However, compared to them, the Evil Spirits resembled cold war machines, acting without any fluctuations, merely following Su Changxing’s commands.

Only death could stop them, nothing else.

This was a battle between beasts and machines.

At the start of the battle, the new humans showed considerable resilience; one of them, resembling a Werewolf, could hold off seven or eight Evil Spirits single-handedly, appearing quite at ease.

The Evil Spirits’ attacks only left a blood mark on his body, hardly causing any pain.

His prowess was stronger than that of Huang Biao and his group, and the Evil Spirits could only temporarily contain him.

However, it didn’t last long before the new humans’ numbers began to quickly dwindle, as the others were far inferior to Huang Biao and his people.

Zhou An focused on the new human resembling a Werewolf, holding a bronze-colored Flying Saber, eyeing the perfect opportunity to strike a deadly blow.

[Soul-Stealing Flying Saber (Dingguan, Lower Rank): It binds a powerful Spirit, with its attack carrying strong mental interference and massive damage.

Note: Can be used three times; never use the last time, as unpredictable events may occur.]

This was Zhou An’s most powerful attack method, an Extraordinary artifact obtained from a Doomsday Game mission.

The Flying Saber seemed to have three uses, but for him, it was only twice. Since it was warned that using the third time would be very dangerous, he wouldn’t use it.

He hadn’t used this Flying Saber before, saving it for the most crucial moments.

Now was evidently the critical moment.

After a brief pause, Zhou An found the right timing and fiercely side-stepped to throw the Flying Saber.

The Flying Saber transformed into a shadow, traversing the crowd, silently targeting the new human battling the Evil Spirits.

If one didn’t look in that direction, there would be no perception, not a single person even noticed the Flying Saber.

Sure enough, the new human was unaware, struck precisely at the back of his head by the Flying Saber, his gaze momentarily bewildered, then his body stiffened fiercely, a muffled sound emanated from his chest, feeling dizzy.

He wasn’t dead yet, but the surrounding Evil Spirits pinned him down, continuously tearing at him.

Despite his exceedingly high physical strength, he was gradually dying, his blood-red eyes fixed on Zhou An, filled with reluctance and rage.

"Hmm? Does it mean it has a numbing effect?"

Zhou An observed his appearance, thoughtfully judging with satisfaction the Flying Saber’s effect, thinking that he could eliminate another enemy of equivalent strength.

"Zhou An is also quite strong, huh."

He displayed an insidious yet proud smile, feeling ecstatic about killing the enemy this way.

Afterwards, Huang Biao and the others gained an absolute advantage. As more new humans perished, the number of Evil Spirits increased, further amplifying their advantage.

Meanwhile.

Su Changxing experienced waves of sharp pain. Theoretically, in his Deep Dream Status, he should have been shielded from physical sensations.

Mental-related?

He instantly understood the reason: it was due to the simultaneous existence of too many Evil Spirits. Birth of Evil Spirits required Spirit, and controlling Evil Spirits also required Spirit.

Nevertheless, he did not pay it much mind, continuing to control the Evil Spirits to attack the remaining new humans, more recklessly using the "Pastoral Spirit" Ability.

At this moment, he was the shepherd of the Undead.

As this group of new humans was thoroughly exterminated, the number of Evil Spirits approached two hundred, marching in formidable formation towards the Giant.

This resembled a snowball rolling down a mountain, growing larger.

But such a large snowball was difficult for Su Changxing to handle, desperately searching for an outlet to release.

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The battle was brutal, exchanging one life for another.

Qin Decang was like a humanoid turret, continuously firing flames forward with a frequency exceedingly exaggerated, much stronger than before.

"Hold the line, don’t let them break through!"

Sun Xiaochuan shouted at the front.

Their side had become the main breakthrough point for these new humans, with Qin Decang’s performance being exceptionally striking, flames flying all around, visible to anyone with eyes.

Even though Su Changxing and others shared half of the pressure, they still had to retreat step by step, with even one member of the Extraordinary squad already sacrificed.

"We’re going in."}

A squad leader and his team reinforced from the side, holding the position.

This was cold weapon warfare, those at the forefront were in the center of the meat grinder, ready to perish at any moment.

A new human dressed in a black robe, skinny, wearing glasses, looking like a Priest, gazed towards the blazing flames, smiling:

"Interesting, the people of this world are more formidable than imagined. . . However, it ends here."

Currently, the situation was entirely under his control; these outsiders could not possibly endure until tomorrow morning.

Unnoticed, the Big-headed Ghost had already arrived, respectfully addressing the person before him:

"Divine Envoy, the few people who came later are formidable. . ."

"Priest" glanced at him, somewhat impatiently replying:

"I told you to stop them, but you didn’t, and now you’re saying this? Forget it. . . No matter how strong they are, it’s worthless; I’ve already sent nearly half the numbers over."

The newcomers numbering only a dozen or twenty couldn’t pose a threat, yet he cautiously allocated substantial Power.

To the unknown enemies, he remained cautious, while the contingent before him, half the Power was enough to crush them.

The Big-headed Ghost paused, then said: "Divine Envoy, wise as always, I can go now and encircle those people."

"Priest" shook his head and said: "No need, stay here and summon some Zombies to attack those people from behind."

The Big-headed Ghost’s eyes shifted, nodding: "Alright, I’ll go now."

He always felt something would go wrong with those new humans, yet it seemed like a mere illusion, possibly fearing the opponent.

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Sun Xiaochuan drew a bolt of lightning in the air, just in time for the incoming new humans to encounter it, shouting:

"Captain, we must retreat, these creatures have already broken through."

Qin Decang remained unmoved, condensing a cluster of flames in his hands, throwing it and detonating near, engulfing three or four new humans in flames.

His carbon-black hands continued to gather the next blast of flames, shouting: "We can’t retreat, we must fight to the end. If we retreat, we’ll surely lose."

Once retreating, the formation would fall apart, creating a scenario where they would be chased down and hunted.