Chapter 874 - 718: Strange Entrance, Feng Mu’s Danger Level

Chapter 874: Chapter 718: Strange Entrance, Feng Mu’s Danger Level

When the four White Masks appeared one after another, Zhang Shenyi immediately sensed something was wrong and dashed out of the bungalow, sprinting with all his might.

His heart was pounding like a drum, and he wished he could sprout wings and fly to his teammates’ side instantly.

But he could only run, not fly.

He could only watch helplessly as the status indicators of his teammates on the tactical glasses turned red, representing severe injury, or even gray, indicating death.

His deployment and commands were flawless.

The problem was the enemy appeared too quickly and engaged too swiftly, everything happened in a flash.

The threefold advantage vanished!

The twofold advantage also disappeared!

He wasn’t sure if the onefold advantage still existed!

When on the screen of the tactical visor, a circle of scorpion tails like a deadly cage encircled He and fell neatly in that instant.

Zhang Shenyi suddenly stopped, the momentum from his sprint furrowing two deep trails into the grass.

At that moment, his heart seemed to freeze abruptly, time seemed to stretch out, and everything fell silent.

His eyes widened, fixedly staring at the visor—as if the frame had slowed down many times over. . .

The image seemed to flicker and blur for an instant, as if some mysterious energy field flashed by, causing the drone-monitored magnetic field readings to fluctuate wildly.

From the birds-eye view of the high-altitude stealth drone scanning downward, in the dense grass depths, a "black line" almost invisible to the naked eye was snaking closer.

It wasn’t actual movement, but rather a... trace.

A flowing shadow spreading out like ink in still water, moving in defiance of the laws of physics, silently and swiftly as lightning.

Where it passed, the grass wasn’t flattened by wind pressure but was gently "smoothed" by some invisible force field, lying flat for a moment before quickly springing back, leaving almost no trace of its passage.

What’s more alarming is that the black line’s color was so faint it nearly melded with the grass shadows, making it nearly indistinguishable from the background when moving at high speed amid mottled light and shadow.

The attention of the entire Worries Relief Studio team was like being magnetically drawn, totally focused on He and on the scorpion tail raised high above him.

No one noticed the deadly anomaly stealthily approaching through the grassland.

"Warning! Detected high-intensity energy disturbance! Unknown environmental living being approaching the battlefield at super-speed!"

"Coordinates locked, overlapping He’s position!"

"Energy pattern unrecognizable! Estimated to reach contact point in 0.1 seconds!"

"Repeat! Contact in 0.1 seconds, recommendation: highest alert!"

Even when Xiaoyou’s cold warning voice suddenly rang out in the communication channel, they hadn’t quite comprehended it, possibly not hearing it clearly at all.

And the Shadow Scorpions, whose only thought was to dismember He, focused all their senses on their prey, utterly ignorant of the black line attacking from below.

"Die!!"

A chorus of Shadow Scorpions roared, and the scorpion tails descended ruthlessly.

He reluctantly closed his eyes.

Then...

A full second passed.

The expected piercing pain didn’t come.

Time felt infinitely stretched, his senses unusually sharp yet sluggish.

He wondered blankly in his heart:

"So... before dying, time really slows down... But this waiting process, it’s too long...?"

Something’s wrong!

He suddenly realized because not only had time slowed, everything around him had become eerily silent too.

The communication channel was dead silent, which was understandable, maybe his teammates were mourning his impending death.

But... the enemies?

Shouldn’t that disfigured White Mask emit a grim laugh or cheer at succeeding?

Why was there no sound at all?

It was as if both enemies and teammates had been muted!!!

This strange silence was more frightening than death itself!

He suspiciously, with a bit of inexplicable relief, abruptly opened his eyes.

The sight that met his eyes left him momentarily stunned.

He saw the illusory scorpion tails raised by the circle of Shadow Scorpions, akin to realistic light and shadow effects, penetrate his body—these were, of course, illusions, causing no harm.

And the sole real, sinister metallic scorpion tail, was precisely stopped an inch from his forehead.

He could even clearly feel the icy aura of death and a slight pain.

But, it halted.

Just like that, it froze solidly in midair.

What’s going on?

He felt a chill on his scalp, stiffly moving his gaze, following the immobilized scorpion tail upward. . .

Then, he saw a hand.

A hand with well-defined joints, its skin a slightly cold-toned white, exuding an iron-like chill and resilience.

This unfamiliar hand was what pinched the upper end of the scorpion tail.

The fingers didn’t seem exerting much force, positioned leisurely as if pinching a falling pen, or picking a drifting feather.

Yet, with this seemingly casual pinch, the mechanical scorpion tail infused with all the Shadow Scorpion’s Strength was held immovable in midair.

No, it wasn’t completely still!

He’s eyes widened as his pupils contracted to the extreme, clearly seeing the pinched scorpion tail, intensely trembling at a high frequency.

It wasn’t a free shake, more like a snake clutched at its deadly point, struggling frantically, twisting, trying to free itself from the hold.

The exoskeletal joint at the scorpion tail’s top, connected to the Shadow Scorpion’s back, was slightly deforming, the drive shaft emitting faint creaks, trying to either push down or retract the scorpion tail.