123: Chapter 123 Guardian Beast

The zombie raised its head, opened its mouth wide, and let out bursts of roars.

The chains were pulled taut, creaking and making a piercing sound.

Fireballs exploded against its skin,

Ice Blades shattered against its scales,

lightning crackled across its body,

These attacks struck its body like raindrops on stone, having little effect at first.

But with round after round of attacks, its skin slowly split open, and black blood gushed from the cracks.

Its body swayed, and its legs trembled.

Yet it did not fall; it raised its head, and something burned within its murky eyes.

The monster lost its sanity and let out a roar.

The sound instantly pierced through people's eardrums and brains.

Everyone covered their ears, emitting sounds of pain.

The monster exerted force with all four limbs, pulling the rusty chains taut until they creaked.

The monster struggled incessantly, and the chains finally could not withstand the violent force, instantly snapping into countless pieces, with iron rings flying and fragments scattering everywhere.

Having broken free from its restraints, the monster lunged at the crowd like a black bolt of lightning.

Before those people could react, the monster was already before them.

It raised its claws and swiped at the crowd.

Their bodies flew through the air, crashing against walls and hitting the ground.

Pig-like screams rang out, and blood sprayed like a fountain.

Jin Yuanbao was pale with fright, turning to shout at the crowd: "Run! Run quickly!"

But after running only a few steps, Jin Yuanbao suddenly stopped.

He saw Wang Lin lying directly on the ground, motionless, like a corpse.

"Brother Wang... what... what are you doing? That monster is coming..."

Wang Lin whispered: "If you want to run, run quickly, don't disturb me while I play dead..."

After saying this, Wang Lin ignored him and remained motionless.

Jin Yuanbao's eyes lit up: "That works too? Brother Wang, you truly are a genius..."

Jin Yuanbao did not hesitate and immediately lay down, his round body pressed against the floor, closing his eyes like a corpse.

Su Wan and Shen Yuan were also stunned. Playing dead? Does that actually work?

The two did not hesitate, closing their eyes, holding their breath, and suppressing their heartbeats to the lowest possible level.

Su Tang ran to the innermost side of Wang Lin; her reasoning was simple: if anyone was going to die, it would be Wang Lin first.

If that monster really rushed over, Wang Lin would block it first, giving her ample time to escape.

Watching Su Tang's actions, Wang Lin cursed under his breath: "Shameless villain."

The four bodyguards exchanged glances and lay down around the perimeter of Jin Yuanbao, ready to protect him at any moment.

Wang Lin looked at the four bodyguards and stuck up his middle finger, making a gesture to Su Tang that every Chinese person understands.

The zombie was still slaughtering, but its primary targets were those who were still standing,

because those standing people posed a threat to it.

Fireballs, Ice Blades, Wind Blades, lightning, stone spikes... various Superpowers slammed into the zombie's body...

The zombie knew no pain, nor did it know fatigue; it only knew how to kill.

Its body was covered in wounds, and its eyes were blood-red.

Its mouth was stuffed with flesh—human flesh—which it chewed and swallowed.

There were more and more people on the ground, more and more blood, and more and more corpses.

Wang Lin lay on the ground, motionless, his breathing very light, his heartbeat suppressed to its slowest.

But his spirit was like an invisible net, covering the entire battlefield.

Night Owl stood at the very front and shouted: "Those who can still fight, step forward."

Lu Zhiyi's expression was cold: "How do we fight?"

Night Owl looked at the monster, his brain racing:

"Fire Element and lightning users on the outside, Ice Element and Wind Element in the middle, Earth Element and melee fighters on the inside. I will draw the aggro."

Lu Zhiyi frowned: "You're drawing aggro alone?"

Night Owl looked at Lu Zhiyi: "Not alone. It's the Night Watchers."

Cold Cicada and Ink Crow stood behind him, and Old Zhang stood to his left.

Four people, four black coats.

Silver light flickered at Cold Cicada's fingertips, like spikes growing from his fingers.

Ink Crow crouched down, pressed his hands to the ground, and closed his eyes, sensing the vibrations of the earth.

Old Zhang drew his short blade from his waist, ready to execute a rescue.

Night Owl's body transformed into a mass of black mist as he charged toward the monster.

The monster also locked onto that mass of black mist, letting out a low roar as it lunged at it.

The monster raised its claws and swiped at the black mist.

The black mist dissipated, and the claws struck empty air, causing gravel to fly and dust to fill the air.

Lu Zhiyi's sword was instantly unsheathed, and she drew circles in the air.

Those circles rotated around her like shields.

She charged at the monster like an arrow released from a bow, thrusting toward its eyes,

She found an uncanny angle, thrusting from the monster's blind spot.

The monster's eye was pierced, and it let out an angry roar.

Several Silver Badges from the Twelve Zodiacs also moved, pouncing on the monster from all directions.

They held various weapons—knives, swords, spears, and staffs—each imbued with different Superpowers.

Someone slashed the monster's leg,

someone stabbed the monster's back,

someone thrust a spear into the monster's abdomen,

and someone struck the monster's head with a staff.

The monster's body gained countless more wounds, and its claws swiped wildly.

Someone was hit and sent flying.

Someone dodged and continued to attack.

Someone gritted their teeth, stood up, and charged back in.

On the side of the Circus, they also moved.

The Clown juggled three fireballs in his hands, the fireballs dancing up and down.

He charged toward the monster and slammed the fireballs into its face—one, two, three.

The fireballs exploded on the monster's face, flames engulfing its head,

scorching its skin and blinding its eyes.

The Beast Tamer made a strange sound with his mouth, like a whistle, the sound instantly piercing the monster's eardrums.

A senior manager from the Miracle Company walked out, holding a long blade,

a layer of golden light flowing along the blade, like a mass of compressed energy.

He rushed in front of the monster, raised his blade, and slashed down instantly.

The golden light exploded on the blade, and the monster's head flew off, dropping to the ground, rolling a few times before stopping.

The monster's body lost support and collapsed limply to the ground.

The room went quiet.

They looked at the corpse of that monster.

"We... we killed it... We killed the LV8..." that Miracle Company employee was the first to shout.

He held the long blade above his head like a banner of victory.

The Circus Clown tossed the remaining fireballs into the air, and they exploded against the ceiling like red flowers blooming in the darkness.

"We won! We fucking won!"

"I'm still alive! I'm actually still alive!"

Jin Yuanbao lay on the ground, his stomach pressed uncomfortably, and he whispered to Wang Lin:

"Brother Wang, we won. Can we get up now?"

Wang Lin lay on the ground, motionless, and whispered: "It's not that we won; it's that they won."

"If we stand up right now, what will they think?"

"They will think that while they were fighting for their lives, we were here playing dead."

"Guess how they will treat us?"