"Inspector Li, as colleagues after all, I am saying these things to make you a knowledgeable ghost, not to let you go, nor to let Fenghua City go!"
Heavenly Master Wang shouted, "Go!" and hordes of mosquitoes crazily sward over. Instantly, mosquitoes covered every inch of Inspector Li’s skin, turning it a bluish-gray.
These mosquitoes greedily stung and sucked his blood. In just a mont, amid screams and cries of agony, those two thousand soldiers were sucked dry, leaving only skin-covered corpses.
...
"Did so many people die in the infighting?" Wang Hao was stunned by the bizarre plot developnt, his emotions surging, slightly excited.
"All two thousand soldiers were sucked to death by mosquitoes!"
"Goodness... that Evil God’s ambition is really not small."
As the mosquitoes continued to ingest Life Essence, their size increased rapidly, soon becoming as big as a fist, flapping their wings and with fierce mouthparts, they flew at high speed, like small drones.
A buzzing sound filled the air, and a rough estimate suggested there might be around two thousand of them!
"Can we defeat them?" Wang Hao asked, worried about these unknown enemies.
As an observer, he resolved once again not to get personally involved in the bias.
...
The people of Qingshi Town, each holding a telescope and gazing into the distance, felt an unsettling premonition rising within their hearts.
Even after annihilating the Yellow Turban Strongn, they did not lower their guard.
But that pink mist enveloped the court’s army and obscured people’s vision, leaving them clueless about the events inside.
"Can our shells reach there?" Pan Hao scratched his head and asked.
"It’s too far, might be difficult, and we’re also running low on shells," an officer said. "And do we really want to bomb and kill the court soldiers, turn against them? Those soldiers seem to be under control, not genuinely willing to attack Qingshi Town. It wouldn’t be right to just kill them."
This issue was very troubleso.
Now that only the Yellow Turban Strongman Corps, a group of Puppets, had been annihilated, bombing the soldiers would instigate irreconcilable hatred.
"Turtle Spirit Mother, can you summon a strong wind to blow away that pink mist?"
"I worry about what they are plotting inside."
"My fate is harsh... so harsh!" Turtle Spirit Mother continued wailing.
But facing a deadly enemy, it knew it could not delay, crying while opening its large mouth.
A mass of murky water vapor spewed from its mouth, rapidly condensing mid-air, and in an instant, a strong wind ford and struck the pink mist.
After finishing all this, Turtle Spirit Mother appeared significantly more listless, its power still too feeble.
As the red mist continued to scatter, several Superpower Users with "Eagle Eye" ability noticed sothing unusual, shouting, "It’s bad, they are fighting among themselves! And what are those dark spots? They seem to be flying!"
"Bad news, all those soldiers are dead! Reduced to dried corpses!"
"What?!"
Everyone was shocked.
Any discerning person, through their telescopes, could see soldiers strewn about on the ground, their bodies covered with mosquitoes, and a fear of the unknown grew in their hearts.
Even Qiu Yuan Monk found it hard to watch, his eyes widening as he said, "How can we let those evil creatures bite human flesh? We must intervene, or it’ll turn into a catastrophe!"
"What does the master think we should do?"
"The red mist has been scattered, we must strike now or regret it late." The monk emitted a faint golden light, ready for war.
"Reports say those mosquitoes are indeed growing!" A few scouts exclaid, their eyes wide and sweating profusely, "They were only fist-sized before, but in less than a minute, they have swelled considerably. We can’t let them feast any longer, we must strike imdiately!"
"But these mosquitoes are small and fly fast, ordinary rifles won’t hit them," Pan Hao swallowed, "If soone gets bitten, they might just die."
"No, there is another way to fight!" Number 24 gritted his teeth, thinking of a good idea, "The grease from those at Mountain Bombs can be used as fuel for the Fla Guns."
"We’ll use massive fla jets to incinerate the mosquitoes."
"But these Fla Guns are quite dangerous, it’s easy to burn oneself, especially in the chaos of battle; if you spray yourself, you’ll burn imdiately," a Special Soldier scratched his head.
"Don’t we have two turtles? These turtles can control water! Let’s have both of them protect us from the flas," Number 24 looked back, pointing at the withdrawn "Turtle Spirit Mother" and the vibrant "Ulcer Mother."
With no better option and ti pressing, several soldiers dismantled the largest at Mountain Bomb, pouring the fuel into the Fla Guns.
Then, the group hoisted the fla equipnt onto the backs of "Turtle Spirit Mother" and "Ulcer Mother."
"Prepare yourselves, don’t let yourselves catch fire."
"Turtle Spirit Mother" again released a murky mist, and shortly after, a thin layer of ice ford on the turtle shells and the soldiers, serving as an effective defense.
On their backs, a small, mist-filled space erged, maintaining a constant chilliness.
The scene looked sowhat eerie, yet it massively boosted the morale of the local militia, who cheered nonstop, eager for their deities to join the battle.
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