Chapter 65: This Woman Is So Ruthless

In fact, only a few people knew about the arrival of the X Squadron, and apart from the people in the command center, almost no one in Wan J City knew the nature of the X Squadron.

The troops in the rear had not been notified yet; otherwise, given Zhou Liming’s Human-shaped Fierce Beast form, the soldiers certainly would not have attacked. Not knowing this, Zhou Liming, who appeared in the sky, was immediately locked onto by the fire control system of the tanks below, and two more anti-aircraft missiles were launched.

Zhou Liming, whose sensory power had improved, sensed a dangerous aura the moment he was locked onto by the fire control system.

With a thought, his wings slightly increased their frequency, and he shot up into the sky, dodging the two missiles fired at him, then hovered coldly in the air.

Only now did Zhou Liming realize that he had unknowingly developed a feeling of looking down on everyone, as if he were meant to be the master of the whole world. Even the Flying Dragon Beast, which he had been unable to deal with, now filled his heart with disdain; a fourth-level Fierce Beast did not seem to enter his sight at all.

“Could the genetic level carried by the meteorite that hit me be at the top of the Fierce Beasts?”

Zhou Liming thought strangely for a moment, then looked into the distance, only to see that on the battlefield far away, the Fierce Beasts had already broken through the blockade of the X Squadron and were advancing towards the city in force. Further away, several enormous Spider Beasts were crawling; suddenly, they stopped, let out weird shrieks, and then a thick white light appeared, spraying forward.

Whether it was humans or beasts, or any object blocking this white light, all were destroyed and vaporized.

A trench with a diameter of dozens of meters appeared, almost one kilometer long; a large number of buildings were destroyed, many with a huge chunk bitten off, leaving only half to support the whole building, swaying in the wind as if about to fall. More made “creaking” sounds and then collapsed with a “boom”.

The terrifying attack power, an incredibly powerful ability on the battlefield, made these Spider Beasts instantly replace the status of the Boneback Beast and become the new destroyers on the battlefield.

Zhou Liming withdrew his gaze, and a sense of crisis once again shrouded him; the armed helicopter that had just been suppressing the Flying Dragon Beast had now locked its target on Zhou Liming. Two tongues of fire spewed out, strafing towards Zhou Liming. The bullets connected into two lines, flying towards Zhou Liming.

With a movement of the wings on his back, Zhou Liming vanished.

The terrifying flight speed had already detached from human theoretical knowledge of winged flight; the incomparable speed made Zhou Liming appear beside the armed helicopter.

He tapped the body of the armed helicopter lightly, and the pilot turned his head in confusion, only to see a smiling face; unfortunately, this face was covered in scales, and the smile was not as good-looking as imagined, but carried a chill that made one’s whole body go cold.

The Bone Spur easily pierced through the cabin door, then grabbed the terrified pilot and threw him out of the helicopter.

A pilot in the co-pilot seat panicked and tried to find a weapon, but under Zhou Liming’s ferocious grin, he was kicked out of the cockpit, screaming as he fell downwards.

The helicopter, without a pilot, naturally could not fly in the sky, but swayed and rushed towards the ground.

Zhou Liming, having had enough fun, casually stretched out his right hand, his fingers contracting to form a gun barrel, and a white light sprayed out, blasting the helicopter into scraps in mid-air. Then, amidst the horror of the people below, he dived in the air and disappeared.

The Flying Dragon Beast, which had been suppressed all along, finally struggled up under the tank artillery fire after losing the firepower from the armed helicopter in the air; flapping its wings violently, it rushed into the sky. It was bloody all over, its scales scattered, and more than half had been knocked off. Extreme anger was the best portrayal of this Flying Dragon Beast; in its genetic memory, it had never suffered such a miserable blow.

It wanted to vent, to destroy everything here, and turn the weak creatures in front of it into ashes.

With a huge “roar”, it opened its mouth wide, and the super-genetic nitric element within its body was mobilized by it, beginning to rush acceleratedly towards the mouth in a specialized organ.

With a loud “bang”, the Flying Dragon Beast, which was about to spray, suddenly looked as if it had been hit hard by a hammer in the air; its left ribs collapsed exaggeratedly, and the sound of bone shattering could still be heard clearly above the noisy Refugee Camp.

The Flying Dragon Beast, suffering such a heavy blow, fell heavily to the ground amidst a mournful cry, directly smashing out a large pit.

Zhou Liming shook his dizzy head caused by the violent impact; the ultra-high speed sprint just now was somewhat like instant movement, but only Zhou Liming understood that his speed was too fast, making it feel like instant movement. The consequences of such a high-speed collision could be imagined; even his internal organs were shaken and ached faintly.

This kind of collision was completely an act that harmed others and oneself; the places just torn by bullets started to ooze blood again under this collision.

The Flying Dragon Beast let out a “roar” and tried to struggle up from the pit again, but Zhou Liming in the sky had already turned his right hand into a gun barrel again. The Death Light, whose principle no one knew, appeared again, spraying out and hitting the struggling Flying Dragon Beast, directly piercing a hole through it large enough for a person to crawl through.

There was no fresh blood, nor could any internal organs be seen; the terrifying power vaporized the hit area.

The Death Light, losing none of its momentum, directly blasted into the ground, hitting out a bottomless hole, black and deep, like the Blood-devouring Giant Beast.

After firing this cannon light twice in a row, Zhou Liming only felt his strength emptied; although it was better than before when he could only fire once, he was now on a battlefield.

The dog-eat-dog fight just now was naturally something the tank soldiers below were happy to see, but now seeing there was still one left in the sky, the last two anti-aircraft missiles were launched again. The anti-aircraft machine guns roared at the same time, weaving a rain of bullets.

“Damn it!”

Zhou Liming only felt his strength draining away, but while he might be able to withstand the heavy machine gun bullets, two missiles flying over would definitely take his little life. Without hesitation, using the last trace of his strength, Zhou Liming made a quick lateral movement, drifting dozens of meters away… “I’ll send you to the west!”

His right hand turned into a gun barrel again, light appeared again, and with a huge boom, it pierced down from the tank turret, forcefully punching a large hole in the center of the tank.

The three tank soldiers inside didn’t even have time to scream before they turned to ashes along with the tank’s armored metal. The whole tank emitted thick smoke, rolling up into the sky.

Zhou Liming only felt his brain turn into a paste, his whole body weak, barely supporting himself in the sky. A sense of exhaustion came over him, and his eyes felt like they were sinking into darkness. This made Zhou Liming regret why he had forced himself to fire this spirit-like light. If the army or Fierce Beasts appeared again now, he…

A purple figure slowly descended, finally hovering in front of Zhou Liming.

With a face as cold and exquisite as an ice sculpture, two emotionless eyes, and a special vest tightly attached to her body, she displayed a figure that was perfect to the extreme even in her Fierce Beast Form. With her arms crossed over her chest, she made people feel that she was full of confidence; her two long, slender legs were straight and crossed together, hanging vertically.

The person in front of him gave Zhou Liming the feeling of a cold, purple, enchanting beauty; it was the captain of the X Squadron, Lian Ruixue.

Zhou Liming smiled bitterly, pointed with his fingertip at Dean An Xiaowei and the others standing in the terrified crowd, and said in a hoarse voice: “Take good care of them.”

Lian Ruixue just raised the corner of her mouth, and she seemed to disappear; by the time she reappeared, Zhou Liming, whose brain was a mess, didn’t even have time to form a thought before her arm struck heavily on Zhou Liming’s temple. The terrifying and merciless force made Zhou Liming’s head “buzz”; the exhaustion combined with this heavy blow made him faint directly.

“This woman is so ruthless!”

This was Zhou Liming’s last thought; falling down, he smashed heavily onto the ground, kicking up a circle of dust…