Night fell
The monsters beca much more active than during the day.
At the mountaintop, monsters kept climbing up, more and more of them.
Wang Hao and the others also beca tense.
Fortunately, everyone was a Superpower User, and except for Liu Zhiquan, everyone’s vision was excellent, capable of seeing at night.
The people on the other peaks were about the sa.
Everyone was on high alert.
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Although the monsters continuously let out low roars, they did not launch an attack on the crowd.
Nobody knew why, but everyone was quite pleased.
For them, it was better not to fight if possible.
Suddenly, a lodious sound reached everyone’s ears.
It seed to be the sound of a flute.
All of a sudden, all the monsters on the mountaintop stopped, as if they had been hit with an immobilization spell.
In the next mont, they all turned towards the rooftop where Wang Hao and the others were, their eyes flashing with a blood-red light.
"Roar!"
A corpse roar sounded, like a starting gun, and all the monsters moved in an instant.
They crazily charged towards the KFC where Wang Hao and the others were.
Using each other as human ladders, they quickly climbed up.
"Damn it!"
Liu Zhiquan cursed and unleashed a sweep-all attack, a violent whirlwind that blew them all away.
But it was futile; the monsters advanced wave after wave, and soon a large number of monsters climbed up again.
"Let !"
Yang Tian transford into a giant serpent, his tail whipping furiously, tearing monsters apart wherever it went.
Wang Hao closed his eyes, trying to find the source of the flute sound.
However, the person in the dark was also an old hand.
He seed to be constantly changing his position, making it impossible to lock onto him.
"Tang Rui!"
Wang Hao looked at Tang Rui.
Tang Rui understood and opened his mouth wide, releasing a supersonic wave to interfere with the flute sound.
No one was a fool.
The frenzy of the monsters was definitely related to the flute sound.
Prior to this, these monsters were fine, but ever since it began, the monsters went mad.
When Tang Rui used the supersonic interference, although the monsters continued to attack madly, they were clearly not as ferocious as before.
So monsters even stood there in confusion.
Tang Rui’s interference evidently caused so impact on the Flute Player.
He hesitated, letting Wang Hao lock onto his location.
Without any hesitation, Wang Hao drew his gun and fired continuously in one direction.
However, it didn’t stop the flute sound.
"He has allies!"
Wang Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Although most of the bullets were dodged just now.
But so should have been blocked.
Wang Hao heard the sound of tal clashing.
"Hong Ling, please look after Yueyue for ."
Wang Hao looked towards Catwoman.
After so interaction, he learned her na.
Hong Ling!
"Alright!"
Hong Ling didn’t hesitate at all, ca to his side, and protected Xiaoyueyue behind her.
Wang Hao threw out a fish line, the iron bead at the end wrapped around a tree, he kicked off the ground, pulled with his hand, and used the montum to fly out.
"Brother!"
Xiaoyueyue reached out but couldn’t grab him.
It was clear that she wanted to go with Wang Hao.
"Yueyue, be good, your brother is going to handle so business, big sister will protect you."
Catwoman hurriedly reassured her.
Yueyue frowned slightly but ultimately didn’t follow.
Wang Hao had told her not to reveal her superpower unless necessary!
Wang Hao leapt onto a big tree, then jumped onto a nearby car roof, and again hurled the iron bead, latching onto a rock on the cliff, using the force to jump across.
Under the moonlight.
A silhouette stood quietly, playing a flute, ethereal and otherworldly, like a graceful, banished immortal.
Wang Hao leapt high, his Blade of Plunder transforming into a horizontal blade, slashing downwards, slicing the figure into two.
However, instead of rejoicing, Wang Hao was startled.
He didn’t feel like he struck a solid object.
Indeed!
The body split into two, rippled, and then slowly dissipated.
A virtual image!
Wang Hao’s pupils contracted slightly.
Using sound localization, he quickly found another silhouette and rushed over with a horizontal slash.
The figure was cut in half at the waist.
Yet still, there was no sensation of hitting sothing solid, no blood spraying out.
Another virtual image.
"Who are you, and what do you want?"
Wang Hao stood on the rock and shouted deeply.
Soone capable of controlling monsters?
This was too terrifying.
This person chose to control the monsters to launch an attack on them at night; what exactly do they want to do?
Do they want to kill them all and seize the opportunity for themselves?
If that’s the case, then this person is too ruthless.
Humanity is already teetering on the edge, and right now, Superpower Users could be humanity’s only hope.
For a chance that hasn’t even appeared, they intend to kill them all, which is even more selfishly extre than he is.
Even Wang Yu isn’t this ruthless.
Furthermore!
Could they be the person behind the corpse tide?
"Shing shing shing shing shing."
What answered him were nurous projectiles.
Wang Hao, with strengthened senses, wielded his Blade of Plunder to fend them all off.
"Tsk!"
In the darkness of the night, a tongue-clicking sound ca.
The next mont, nurous needle-like projectiles rained down like flowers in a storm.
"Protective Barrier."
Spiritual Power within Wang Hao frantically surged, engulfing him in a Spiritual Shield.
Although the needle-like projectiles were nurous, they weren’t powerful.
All were blocked by Wang Hao’s protective barrier.
"Cultivator!"
A surprised voice ca from the darkness:
"How is this possible? How can there still be cultivators in this world? How can a cultivator appear so quickly?"
"Cultivator? Are you referring to ?"
Wang Hao’s enhanced hearing caught the person’s murmuring.
However, he didn’t imdiately rush in for the kill.
Instead, he fell into a brief daze.
This person must have seen him use Spiritual Power, hence calling him a cultivator.
This implies that Spiritual Power isn’t unique to him.
That gave Wang Hao a slight sense of disappointnt.
Of course, having Spiritual Power, being a cultivator still made him quite happy.
In novels and dramas, cultivators have extrely long lifespans, possibly achieving immortality.
Not to ntion those abilities to fly and move mountains and seas.
"We have no intention of being your enemy."
A mont later, the voice ca again.
This ti, much louder, seemingly wanting Wang Hao to hear.
"What are you doing now then?"
Wang Hao’s Spiritual Qi surged around him, making himself appear more imposing.
He had only exchanged a few brief skirmishes with these people, and his current strength wasn’t much higher than Liu Zhiquan and the others.
The person in the dark probably wasn’t fearing his strength.
What they feared might be his identity as a cultivator.
So why fear his identity as a cultivator?
The backbone!
The saying goes, "The master leads the way, the disciple cultivates."
To cultivate, one must have a master as a guide.
What they feared must be the master behind him.
According to the person’s muttering, it seems unlikely that there are still cultivators in this world.
Turning the impossible possible, one can imagine how powerful his master must be.
So, they had no choice but to be cautious.
Wang Hao couldn’t resist giving himself a ntal pat on the back.
All this was deduced in an instant.
His brain, after continuous strengthening by Spiritual Power, was becoming increasingly efficient.
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