Outside the base, the battle had reached a fever pitch.
The Fusion Monsters had gone berserk.
With so many Ninth Tier monsters, Qin Luo had finally been wounded. Yet he seemed impervious to pain, not even furrowing his brow as he kept unleashing his Thunderstorm Ability on the monsters. The ability surged restlessly inside him.
The gigantic Fusion Monsters had lost all recognizable features. Severed limbs and heads melded together, writhing and howling, hideous and nauseating. Some were coated in slime and spat corrosive liquid at humans. Others were made entirely of stone, impossible to break apart with ordinary attacks, leaving thunderstorm bombardments as the only option.
Outside, fierce winds raged and yellow sand billowed. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, pierced now and then by dazzling lightning that illuminated the ruins.
Watching the slaughter below, Qin Luo could not help feeling breathless, suffocated. There was no light in this world, only endless darkness.
The power inside him ran dry, then filled back up. After repeating this cycle over and over, he had reached the brink of a breakthrough, but he was still just short.
Qin Luo paused to catch his breath and glanced toward the area where Xu Duoduo was before plunging back into battle. Her exhaustion pained him more than anyone else. She had already been worn out, but there was no other choice.
Under these circumstances.
No one could stop.
Chen Xiaofei unleashed his ultimate move in midair, countless Wind Blades reaping the monsters' heads.
He did not dare stop either.
Bai Shu's voice had grown hoarse from talking. "Xiaofei, there are three Nine-Star Late Stage monsters on your left. Lead them around for a while, then hand them over to Brother Qin one at a time. Old Wang, there's a Shadow Fusion Monster at your nine o'clock.