However, after today’s earlier battle, their leader realized that these outsiders were quite powerful, making it difficult for ordinary people, even those with professional ard training and a nurical advantage, to deal with them.
So, they summoned supernaturals far surpassing ordinary humans to handle this matter, indicating that the leader was very eager to capture these outsiders.
"Little cuties! Your Grandpa Bumblebee has arrived!"
A lean and seemingly weak young supernatural enthusiastically ran ahead, shouting recklessly, appearing weakest yet more reckless than anyone else.
Compared to the more composed supernatural companions behind him, he not only seed the least combative but also the most casually equipped.
His footwear consisted of flip-flops, wearing thin short sleeves and shorts, with the only weapon being a black dagger, making him appear like a struggling native youth upon first sight.
But the youth dared to be so bold for a reason; it wasn’t because he was truly insane, as such individuals wouldn’t survive to join a team of supernaturals.
He first rushed in flip-flops to the front where the explosion’s aftershock hadn’t yet settled. Then, his speed suddenly surged more than tenfold, and his figure nearly instantly shot into the dusty sky, revealing himself as a speed-strength specialized lee type supernatural.
"Hahaha! Who will be this lord’s first lucky victim to be taken out!"
Despite charging into an uncertain enemy situation, he remained astonishingly arrogant, spinning his black dagger, planning to cruelly kill the first outsider he encountered, seemingly disregarding his own safety in such an environnt, akin to extre madness.
But this youth, feared by other supernaturals, soon discovered an incomprehensible scene ahead with his exceptional perception:
He saw that in the dust-filled tunnel blown open by bombs, no silhouette was visible, only strange gray-black birds rising rapidly from the tunnel, scattering in all directions of the sky like hundreds of ravens ready for foraging, preparing to vanish at extre speed into the distance under the night’s cover.
This bizarre scene montarily hesitated the frenzied youth, causing him to stop spinning the black dagger.
However, he wasn’t inexperienced in combat and quickly realized that these suddenly appearing strange birds might have been created by the target group specifically to confuse them.
Thus, he hurried to look for enemy traces while frantically attacking the yet-to-fly-far bizarre birds, hoping to thwart the enemies’ plot by eliminating as many as possible.
With terrifying speed, the black blade sliced through the surrounding air, penetrating the bodies of ten birds accurately and consecutively within less than a second, tracing a murderous path.
The supernaturals at the rear were equally shocked by the sudden appearance of scattered flying birds.
So began drawing guns and firing, others launched fireballs or Wind Blades for a wide-range attack.
Even a female mastering ice powers raised her palm pointed toward the sky, releasing cold air to forcibly restrain these newly erged unknown entities.
"Extre cold! Maximum range!"
The female supernatural ntally shouted, as fine ice crystals materialized out of thin air in her palm’s extended direction, akin to a hailstorm crashing onto the surrounding land, significantly lowering temperatures in this localized area.
But all efforts resulted in one thing, they were useless!
Neither the gray-black birds struck by the frenzied youth’s dagger nor those hit by supernaturals’ fireballs or Wind Blades, nor even those targets within the ice supernatural woman’s range showed any sign of impact!
Manifesting strong non-material characteristics, all attacks pass through directly, no constraints could hold them back, failing to stop them from scattering into hundreds flying toward all directions!
"cha Team! Bombard! Use maximum firepower to bombard them down!"
The middle-aged native leader, initially confident, was montarily panicked, as events took an unexpected turn where the concentrated enemies bizarrely beca scattered gray-black birds seemingly immune to attacks, a sight uncommon even in the supernatural realm but allowing it to unfold without intervention was unthinkable, efforts were necessary.
Thunderous blasts soon reoccurred, as battle chas awaited nearby arose, rushing toward the strange birds scattering in different directions, firing terrifying fire tongues from their cannons, so chas following orders deployed powerful aerial bombs, exploding tiny suns of brilliant flare in the sky, yet failed to destroy or hinder any bird’s departure.
"What’s happening!"
"Why are there birds underground?!"
"They’re not birds! They’re illusions! We’ve been deceived!"
"Who said the outsiders were underground!"
"Ah! I want to kill!! I want to kill!!!"
...
The failed siege operation prompted ground supernaturals to discuss wildly, as most lacked flight capability preventing them from chasing the odd birds like the cha Team, their powers were now inadequate to retrieve the failing situation.
It’s foreseeable that the chas’ pursuit will ultimately be futile; they were purely led astray by the enemy, dispersing to chase hundreds of strange birds in all directions.
Undoubtedly, they’ll lose sight of most later on as the number of birds greatly exceeds cha numbers, impossible to cover all.
Leading this operation, the middle-aged native was dripping with sweat, acknowledging an embarrassing failure but daring not to conceal it from higher-ups, begrudgingly sending communications reporting unexpected developnts, capturing not a single outsider and losing their traces as well.
But unexpectedly, those above weren’t shocked by the failure, instead, they comforted him, stating these were normal occurrences, having happened multiple tis before, the leader would lead a team personally later to turn the tables.
"The outsiders’ powers are so extraordinarily peculiar, any unexpected event involving them isn’t surprising...
You must have heard of the cha master Yellen, just half an hour ago his capture team faced shaful defeat, nearly annihilated, against rely one outsider...
These failures caused so losses but are equally proof of the leader’s foresight, deciding to capture them alive to unravel various secrets on them promises returns multiple tis over the losses...
So maintain patience and confidence, prepare for the upcoming major operation...
By then, the leader, digesting all known information, will lead the team to capture all outsiders personally..."
As the natives sumd up their experiences and made future plans, the players who escaped from the tunnels below had nearly all eluded the chas’ chase, collectively flying toward Wang Zhifan’s black tower led by a white summoner.
They had all transford into gray-black birds possessing great flight speed and secrecy.
Undoubtedly, this was achieved through the advanced tool-sharing feature provided by the square-faced Xia Country player, making them focused on this player, respecting and envying his capability to share powerful tools.
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