Xu Huo paid special attention to the discolored fingernails among the Alien horde. Whenever he spotted one of those Blood Aberrations approaching, he used the Strings to pull it away first. The Aliens had become less intelligent and wouldn't relentlessly pursue one target; once the Strings drew them off, they were quickly swept into the next wave of attacks.
More and more Aliens swarmed in, nearly burying the entire train. Xu Huo could no longer see the fighting ahead, and Aliens had crawled all over the metal compartment he was in. Everywhere he looked, their twisted heads and bodies were packed together. He could never kill them all with his sword alone.
So he threw out his stored alcohol along with the cloth expelled by the Textile Machine and set it all on fire.
The flames erupted at once, their range of attack expanding. The Aliens seemed especially afraid of fire, and after two more charges, a third of them retreated.
But there were still plenty left. Once he ran out of alcohol, Xu Huo began using up the cloth, though that didn't last long either. Just then, a freezing wind blew in from ahead. Seeing that many Aliens had frozen in place, he seized the chance to draw his sword and cut them down.
By then, the number of Aliens had noticeably decreased. Looking ahead, he saw that the area around the couriers guarding the coffin case had been cleared. Aside from the two Players whose hands were fused with the coffin case, everyone else was injured, and two of them had lost an arm.
"Space Artifacts can't be used?!" One of the one-armed Players shot dead an Alien lunging at him, then shouted furiously, "Lawrence Li must have done something! His Ability can restrict Space Artifacts!"
But the