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"Meow!" The wildcat at the front charged forward first. This was a Cat King, and Zheng Yifan immediately noticed the fierce scar on its face and the patchy fur that made it look like a down-and-out cat.
However, this cat was the most ferocious and deadly of them all. Before Zheng Yifan could react, its sharp claws were already swiping at him. Unlike other animals that attack with their whole paw, this cat preferred to use its hidden claws. Those claws, transformed by the apocalypse, were now half a meter long, comparable to a formidable blade.
Without hesitation, Zheng Yifan raised his Adamantium Shield. This was his only option; trying to dodge would be a joke. When the Cat King attacked, the other cats dared not rush in. Once this attack was over, they would surely follow up with their own assaults. They were beasts and had no sense of knightly honor.
"Clang!" The Adamantium Shield collided with the Cat King's claws, sending powerful shockwaves through the air before they separated.
Zheng Yifan's Avatars of the Believers gradually moved closer, now numbering over a hundred. The Scientists could no longer provide protection.
"Ten Thousand Steps, I leave these people to you. Make sure nothing happens to them!" Zheng Yifan instructed solemnly, his gaze never wavering.
He kept his eyes fixed on the Cat King at the front, muscles tense as all the Avatars of the Believers began to encircle the wildcats.
The terrifying force threatening his life came from these eight wildcats.
No, now there were only seven left. One had already collapsed on the ground, its head severed.
There must be even stronger beasts lurking on the mountainsides. Yet they seemed to be lying in wait, indifferent to this battle.
It was like how ordinary people might ignore a war waged by ants on the ground. Sure, some bored individuals might crouch down to take a look for amusement or even intervene casually, but such people were few and far between. Not many would bother watching ants.
Except for biologists.
Zheng Yifan's fight against the wildcats felt just like that—like ants being overlooked by those powerful beasts. They merely glanced over casually and then turned away to continue sleeping.
"Come on!" he shouted angrily, hoping one of the wildcats would impulsively leap at him. If that happened, he would have a fifty percent chance of capturing it.
If they all charged at once, even with all his strength, it would be nearly impossible to catch one.
Unless he used Xu Jie's Faith Power.
However, that was already one of his last remaining powers aside from what Huangdi had left him. He absolutely could not waste it carelessly; it was not something he could use freely right now without causing significant issues with his Vital Energy supply.
"Meow!" The Wildcat, led by the Cat King, was the first to strike. This time, there was no hint of hesitation; the Cat King's claws attacked simultaneously, without any Vital Energy Fluctuation—its Claws were the strongest weapons.
Zheng Yifan had no chance to resist, forced to watch as the Cat King's Claws struck against his Adamantium Shield, pushing his body backward with the force.
Around him, the Avatars of the Believers formed a defensive formation, charging forward with the intent to entangle these Wildcats and give Zheng Yifan a chance to fight one-on-one.
If he could just get that one opportunity, he could unleash his full power and take down a Wildcat in an instant, significantly relieving the pressure.
"Meow!" The Cat King's attack was ferocious. Zheng Yifan felt an overwhelming sensation that threatened to explode his head, followed by a maddening sound. It was a noise at a particular frequency that made him feel dizzy for a moment.
In what felt like less than 001 seconds, the other six Wildcats launched their attacks. They all pounced with their claws, crossing them in front of their chests.
If Zheng Yifan failed to defend himself, he would undoubtedly be finished in this assault.
Fortunately, Zheng Yifan was well-prepared—prepared enough that these Wildcats could not break through. They charged past the Avatars of the Believers and attacked him, but they forgot about what lay behind them. The Avatars were not weak; at the very least, they possessed a technique—one that Zheng Yifan had mastered quite well.
Wildfire Spreading—just this one technique unleashed over a hundred fire dragons with devastating momentum toward the Wildcats.
These Avatars had their own consciousness, albeit simple ones derived from fragments of the believers' minds. Yet it was enough for them to act independently.
Their movements synchronized perfectly, allowing their power to stack easily. Over a hundred fire dragons spiraled together, forming Seven Fire Dragons, each trailing behind a Wildcat.
The force equated to a full-powered strike from a Third-Stage Esper; if they did not evade at all, death would be their only option.
Despite their formidable strength, they were still inferior in defense compared to many other animals.
If these were seven pangolins, Zheng Yifan would never allow such a situation to arise; he would have fled long ago. But before him were seven Wildcats—weak-bodied creatures.
Even if they claimed to have nine lives and strong vitality, they would still fall when faced with truly powerful attacks.
Like now—their attacks came almost too quickly. Facing the seven Wildcats, Zheng Yifan raised his Adamantium Shield once more, ready to block their strikes. He could withstand attacks from up to four Wildcats at once; if more than four charged at him recklessly, he could only consider himself unlucky.
The Adamantium Shield lightly brushed against the cat claws as Zheng Yifan used the force to propel himself backward.
The first to attack was still the Cat King, whose speed was almost like lightning. However, no matter what, Zheng Yifan would not turn his back on them. This was the most basic principle of combat. Exposing one's back meant that death was knocking at the door.
Between life and death danced like a blade's edge. The Adamantium Shield sparkled with sparks as Zheng Yifan desperately resisted the wildcats' attacks, cold sweat slowly trickling down his back—a harbinger of death.
Surprisingly, none of the seven cats attempted to escape; they were fully committed to fighting to the death. The momentum of "if we don't succeed, we perish" gave Zheng Yifan an overwhelming sense of inevitability.
Behind him, over a hundred Avatars of the Believers had begun their assault. The fiery dragon descended like a blazing sun, pouncing upon the seven wildcats charging to their doom.
Zheng Yifan did not understand why they were so ferocious; he only knew that if he did not unleash all his abilities, he would likely die here.
There was no room for doubt. He connected with Xu Jie’s sacred Power of Faith in his heart, a surging force blooming like a lotus from purgatory, breaking through all obstacles and achieving magnificent power.
"Kill!" Zheng Yifan's gaze was electric as he scanned ahead. What followed was the Fortune bestowed upon him by the entire Telecom Building Gathering Place—a power of luck that defied common sense.
When Xu Jie’s sacred figure overlapped with Zheng Yifan’s, bringing forth the Fortune of the Telecom Building Gathering Place, Zheng Yifan felt as if he had become the protagonist in a movie. Or perhaps it was a feeling of overwhelming dominance.
It was as if he could completely abandon his senses; he just needed to follow his instincts. That feeling guided Zheng Yifan to take half a step back.
It was a simple half-step forward. Then something strange happened; after stepping forward, Zheng Yifan's body swayed irregularly as if he were about to fall. Just as he was about to tumble, six cat claws formed a claw net that swept across where he had just been standing, followed by the sound of thuds against the Adamantium Shield.
That was the sound of four other wildcats attacking. Zheng Yifan merely placed the Adamantium Shield in front of his chest as if it had been waiting there for the wildcats' assault all along, and their attacks seemed drawn by some force, striking precisely at that spot.
It was a marvelous sensation that Zheng Yifan enjoyed; however, the attacks did not cease. He knew his limits—he had five seconds left. Everything would soon cease to exist; this miraculous luck would slip away from him.
Boom! The fire dragon behind the wildcats finally arrived, crashing down fiercely upon them. The fire dragon carried the most powerful force of the Avatars of the Believers, gradually surpassing even a Third-Stage Esper's Superpower.
Attacking Fourth-Stage wildcats normally wouldn’t pose much danger, but now they were still focused on attacking Zheng Yifan. All their energy and strength were directed at resisting him, fighting for survival without knowing this principle; yet they understood how to fight desperately.
Now it was a battle against Zheng Yifan—whoever had stronger will to survive would prevail.
Clearly, Zheng Yifan would never compete with them. They had failed. The Seven Fire Dragons unleashed their most ferocious attack upon them, radiating intense light and heat.
Zheng Yifan, who had evaded them, miraculously turned around and brandished his Silver Spear.
He had been waiting for this moment for a long time—the perfect opportunity. The spear was ready to strike as the seven wildcats charged at him: three were leaping towards him from the front, while two crawled in from below, and one approached from each side.
A sudden inspiration struck him, that familiar magical feeling. Zheng Yifan thrust the spear forward with all his might. The force surged like a tidal wave, crashing towards the enemy.
Quick, fierce, and precise!
Following the instinct in his heart, he thrust out seven strikes.
Each thrust found its mark as if guided by fate itself, though Zheng Yifan felt a twinge of doubt within him.
This was entirely different from what he had envisioned. Normally, he would have directly aimed at the seven wildcats, which would have had a high probability of inflicting damage.
But now, it felt almost entirely based on luck.
Yet at this moment, he was riding a wave of good fortune. Following the guidance of his intuition, success was inevitable.
This was his only belief as he executed seven astonishing thrusts that left him speechless. (To be continued...)
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