Chapter 147: Too Much of a Deal

Pale gray mist churned violently.One Fissure-body after another slowly crawled out from the mist.

Countless sharp bone spikes shot out.

The burly man cursed angrily, holding his shotgun horizontally across his chest. The chains on the barrel clattered loudly as he forcefully swept away several incoming bone spikes.

"Open fire!"

He roared, and the muzzle spat out a blazing tongue of fire.

Specially crafted steel pellet rounds exploded mid-air, transforming into an electrified metal net that enveloped most of the Fissure-body's body.

The dull thuds of flesh being sliced echoed continuously.

Rotten black blood splattered across the walls.

But the shattered flesh fragments actually began wriggling on the ground, re-aggregating.

"They won't die?!"

Fatty cursed irritably as he raised his spiked shield and slammed it hard into the ground.

The spikes along the shield's edge dug deep into the concrete.

Immediately after, they burst forth from the ground beneath the Fissure-body's feet, impaling half of its torso.

The high-ponytailed female Purifier had long since flanked to the side, crossing her dual blades as she slashed out.

Under the electric light.

She carbonized one of the Fissure-body's regenerating tentacles into charred fragments.

"Watch your back!"

Blondie suddenly shouted.

Another Fissure-body squeezed out from the wall of mist.

Its torso split open into a Bloody Maw, spewing foul-smelling mucus.

The burly man rolled sideways, and the spot where he had been standing was corroded into a pit.

He pushed off the ground with one hand, leaping up, and swung his shotgun in a full arc to smash into the monster's head, the chains naturally wrapping around its neck.

The burly man's muscles bulged as he tightened the chains.

The Fissure-body's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, but the headless body continued to wildly swing its bone spikes.

A sharp rib suddenly pierced through the burly man's shoulder. He grunted, shoved the barrel directly into the monster's chest cavity, and pulled the trigger.

Boom!

Chunks of internal organs mixed with black blood exploded out.

"Reloading!"

The burly man staggered back.

Blondie immediately filled the gap, firing rapid, precise shots with his modified pistol.

The bullets hit the regenerating flesh buds at the Fissure-body's joints, slowing its healing speed.

The female Purifier leaped into the air, stabbing her dual blades into the wall for leverage.

Her entire body spun like a top, slashing and cutting.

Forcing the two Fissure-bodies back.

"They need time to regenerate!"

She shouted breathlessly upon landing: "Focus fire and take them down one by one!"

Fatty let out a scream.

Everyone turned to look.

They saw his shield being clamped in the jaws of a third Fissure-body, the spikes corroding and breaking.

The fissure in the center of that monster's torso gaped wider and wider, from which countless pale, infant-arm-like limbs actually extended, reaching out to grab Fatty!

The burly man spat out a mouthful of bloody foam and reloaded with one hand.

"Damn it..."

Click, chambering a round.

He aimed his shotgun at the two Fissure-bodies restrained by the electric light: "Keep firing!"

Meanwhile, in the shadows not far away.

Su Zhan was silently observing.

Clearly, these mist creatures were merely the appetizer.

The Aberrants setting up this situation hadn't even appeared yet.

The strength of these Purifiers...

The leader, that burly man, uses a specially made shotgun, and his Life Soul is the chain hidden within the shotgun.

Using human weapons together with the Life Soul.

Similar to me, his strength is around the eighth rank of the Dew Realm.

But if they're already struggling this much with just the appetizer, how will they cope with what comes later?

Su Zhan didn't dare act rashly.

Uh...

Or rather, there was simply no reason for him to act.

He wasn't a saint; saving teammates was his absolute bottom line. For these people who meant nothing to him, intervening would only increase the risk of exposure.

At the same time, the battle on the street was becoming increasingly deadlocked.

The fight entered its most brutal stage.

"Clatter—"

The burly man violently flung out the chain wrapped around his shotgun.

The iron chain snaked through the air, dark red patterns surfacing on its length.

The chain suddenly multiplied into dozens, spreading out like a bloody net covering the three foremost Fissure-bodies.

The monsters entangled by the chains instantly froze in their movements.

But veins also bulged on the burly man's forehead, clearly maintaining such control was extremely strenuous.

"Now!"

The female deputy shouted sharply, plunging her dual blades into the joint gaps of one Fissure-body.

She twisted her wrists, the blades vibrating violently inside the monster's body, shredding all the connecting tendons.

Blondie seized the chance with a sliding tackle, pulling several modified magazines from his backpack and tossing them to the other Purifiers: "Use these! Iron armor-piercing rounds!"

A Purifier wearing goggles caught the magazine and swiftly reloaded.

He knelt on one knee, firing precise shots with his sniper rifle, each bullet hitting the regenerating bud tissue of the Fissure-bodies.

"Right side! Cover!"

Fatty roared, raising his damaged shield. Three Purifiers immediately formed a triangular formation.

One of them wore specially made metal gauntlets on both hands, the protruding spikes on the knuckles gleaming with blue light.

A Fissure-body pounced.

He threw a powerful punch, actually blasting a bowl-sized hole in the monster's chest.

Another female Purifier with short hair drew a long whip from her waist, the tip fitted with a barb. Each lash tore off a large chunk of rotten flesh from the Fissure-bodies.

Her fighting style was exceptionally ruthless, specifically targeting the monsters' eyes and joints.

But there were simply too many Fissure-bodies.

"Captain! The chains can't hold much longer!"

A young Purifier shouted.

They saw the bloody chains restraining the three Fissure-bodies shaking violently, one of them already showing cracks.

The burly man bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the chains.

The red glow of the chains instantly intensified, but this also made his face turn deathly pale in an instant.

He held onto the chains desperately: "Hurry! Use full force to kill them!"

Seeing this, the female deputy crossed her dual blades in front of her chest.

The last remnants of electric light on the blades poured into her arms.

The next second.

Her entire body shot forward like an arrow released from its bow towards the largest Fissure-body.

A flash of blade light, and the monster's head flew high into the air.

Blondie, having climbed onto the roof of an abandoned car at some point, pulled several grenades from inside his clothes.

These were specially made high-explosive grenades designed specifically for mist creatures.

He calculated the trajectory, accurately throwing the bombs into the gaping maw of one Fissure-body.

"Fire in the hole!"

The shockwave from the explosion made everyone stagger.

But this was just the beginning.

Blondie threw a dozen or so special high-explosive grenades in one go. After throwing them, his whole body seemed to have shrunk a size... because he had previously stuffed all these things inside his clothes.

After a dozen or so explosions.

But this strike finally opened a breach.

"Retreat! Fall back to the alley to the east!"

The burly man seized the chance to retract his chains, sweeping his shotgun to force back the nearest monster: "Cover each other! Quickly!"

The Purifiers immediately formed a combat formation.

The wounded were protected in the center, while those still able to fight formed the perimeter, fighting as they retreated.

Su Zhan had been silently watching all along.

He recognized Blondie's grenades.

They cost 150,000 each on the market, and even then, they were scarce.

Because the manufacturing cost was too high.

Rather than spending resources on these, it would be better to allocate more resources to cultivation and train Awakened.

The latter is obviously much more cost-effective than the former.

That's why only a few soldiers in the military possess these things.

To be able to get his hands on these...

His family must have some background, one way or another.