Die, Replay, Repeat

Chapter 131

It was quiet for a moment, and then suddenly

"Feifei! Feifei, why are you flying away?" Zhao Hao yelled, losing his target. He called out several times, as anxious and clueless as a headless fly.

Fang Xiu immediately stopped the illusion, and Zhao Hao quickly returned to his senses.

Then he felt so embarrassed he wished he could find a hole to crawl into after realizing that everyone was staring at him in a very strange way, specifically at the 'tent' on his crotch.

Zhao Hao stood frozen for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a loud cry of misery. He covered his crotch and ran away.

"Xiu, this isn't over!"

He didn't run far. He was still somewhat rational, knowing he couldn't stray too far from the group, so he hid in a corner.

Everyone was speechless.

A moment later, Liu Shuai approached Fang Xiu and said, "Xiu, Nightmare has run away. What do we do now? Go back to the Investigation Bureau first?"

Before Fang Xiu could answer, a furious roar suddenly filled the sky, "None of you will escape! How dare you humiliate me like that! You'll all be dead!"

Nightmare's voice, furious and embarrassed, echoed throughout the area. However, it was still hiding, clearly cautious of Zhao Hao.

At this moment, Nightmare was clearly out for revenge, wanting to kill every witness of its second-biggest humiliation; the biggest embarrassing moment for it was with Zhao Hao in that mental hospital.

After Nightmare's roar, there was a thunderous rumble. The ground began to tremble slightly.

The group was shocked.

"What's happening?! Is it an earthquake?"

"It's not an earthquake! It's footsteps!"

"What! Are you sure you heard right? Footsteps that can make the ground shake? How is that possible?"

"He's not mistaken. We are surrounded by Specter Slaves," Fang Xiu said calmly.

Then, not far away, a mass of people appeared, like zombies besieging a city, swarming toward them like a tide.

These were all Specter Slaves. They were ordinary people who had died from fear.

At the sight, everyone was thrown into despair.

Greenvine City had millions of residents, and nobody knew how many had died during this Nightmare incident.

Maybe A hundred thousand or even a million; either way, it was certainly a terrifying number.

Alone, the Specter Slaves were weak, but when in groups, they could drown everyone in seconds.

Even if Yang Ming and Bai Qi were there, they would be exhausted to death.

"Everyone, get to the roofs!" Fang Xiu ordered.

His voice broke through the group's distressed mind. They realized what to do and frantically rushed onto the rooftops around them.

As anyone who has played video games knows, when fighting zombies, you can't just fight; you need to use the terrain and take the high ground.

Just a few seconds after everyone got onto the rooftops, the Specter Slaves surged like a tide. In almost the blink of an eye, the ground was packed with dense Specter Slaves. They roared wildly, desperately climbing up the buildings.

The Specter Slaves, lacking intelligence, just charged blindly, leading to a stampede.

The first ones were crushed underfoot, and the ones behind climbed over their bodies.

This time, without waiting for Fang Xiu's command, everyone started attacking frantically, as nobody wanted to die.

Explosions sounded as Shen Lingxue turned into a burning flame herself. She launched fireballs that devoured dozens of Specter Slaves each, like bombs.

Liu Shuai wielded the bronze candlestick and teleported around. Whenever Specter Slaves almost overran a spot, he would hold them off with the candle's flame, effectively plugging any breach.

The other psychics also displayed their powers, sparing no Spiritual Energy.

After all, Spiritual Energy could be replenished, but life could not.

Faced with Nightmare's overwhelming numbers, Fang Xiu also sprang into action, knowing this was not the time to hold back.

It was a dire situation that even resetting death could not change, a pure battle of numbers with no room for evasion or tricks.

Nightmare's Specter Zone was already so powerful; they'd have no chance once Nightmare devoured the city completely.

Fang Xiu controlled his hair Specter. Silver hair grew rapidly, covering the sky and piercing through the bodies of Specter Slaves like needles. That killed hundreds of Specter Slaves instantly.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao, who had been crouching, let out a roar and leaped into the tide of Specter Slaves.

With bold moves, he attacked wildly. His punches and kicks exploded the Specter Slaves. He was like a walking meat grinder, with limbs and debris flying around him.

It was clear Zhao Hao was venting his frustration from the earlier humiliation. He had no other ways to vent his anger, as confronting Xiu wasn't a smart option, and the onlookers, having neither mocked nor spoken, gave no cause for retaliation.

Faced with countless Specter Slaves, Zhao Hao finally found an outlet for his pent-up frustration.

Thanks to his transformation, Zhao Hao didn't need to stay on the rooftops like the others. He could attack.

Under the powerful onslaught of the group, the Specter Slaves were forced back, creating brief moments of respite in the yard.

However, this victory was only superficial, as the tide of defeat lurked beneath.

Half an hour later, everyone's Spiritual Energy was nearly depleted, and the yard had turned into a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The number of Specter Slaves they had killed was uncountable.

Despite killing so many, the incoming waves of Specter Slaves seemed endless, a number so vast that it was despairing.

Even Zhao Hao couldn't hold out any longer.

A flash of white light signaled his reversion to his previous, less impressive self, and a group of Specter Slaves roared and lunged at him.

In a panic, Zhao Hao called out for help, "Xiu, help me!"

A strand of silver hair came down from the sky, wrapped around Zhao Hao's waist, and pulled him up to the rooftop.

Fang Xiu silently retracted his hair, and it was no longer as shiny as before.

Stained with blood, the hair turned from silver to crimson. It had bits of flesh hanging from it, drooping heavily.

"Captain Fang, do we really have hope?" asked a psychic, his face weary and eyes filled with despair.

The blood moon hung high. A few blood-soaked psychics stood on the rooftops, their shadows elongated by the blood light.

Beneath them lay a landscape of death: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with an endless army of Specter Slaves stretching out as far as the eye could see.

Despair washed over everyone like a tide."

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