240: Chapter 240 Let Me Do It

At this moment, a fear stemming from the depths of their genes, like a cold viper, coiled tightly around everyone's heart.

Facing this endless, mountain-covering Wolf Tide, humanity appeared so small and fragile.

"Quick! Hold the entrance!"

"Fire! Give it everything you've got!"

Accompanied by the security captain's hoarse roar, the soldiers, who had long been prepared, instantly pulled their triggers.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!! Bang! Bang! Bang!!

The dense sound of gunfire exploded instantly, echoing in front of the ruined hall like popping beans.

Countless tongues of fire spewed in the darkness, weaving into a web of death.

The dozens of Desert Wolves charging at the very front were instantly riddled with bullets, their flesh flying as they wailed and collapsed into pools of blood.

A thick, nauseating scent of blood instantly filled the air.

However, this level of slaughter did not make the frenzied Wolf Tide retreat in the slightest.

On the contrary, the blood of their companions completely ignited the ferocity and bloodthirsty instincts in their bones!

The wolf pack behind stepped over the corpses of their companions, launching charges fearlessly, wave after wave, endless and continuous!

Those pairs of eerie green eyes were like demons from hell.

"Damn it! There are too many! We can't kill them all!"

"Reload! Cover me!"

There was already a hint of trembling in the soldiers' shouts, and their gun barrels had been fired until they turned red.

But the wolf pack gathered in greater numbers, the encirclement shrinking bit by bit. A few strong wolves had even broken through the firepower net, nearly pouncing on the soldiers in the front row!

Watching these beasts surging in like a tide, the scholars from the Archaeological Team who had been hiding in the back completely panicked.

"It's over... We're going to die here..."

"I don't want to die!"

Some slumped to the ground, others hugged their heads and wept. The mood of despair brought the entire team to the brink of collapse.

Fei Erfeng was covered in sweat, and the magazine of the gun in his hand was empty. He looked at the defensive line before him, which was about to fall, and felt a chill in his heart.

Conventional firepower suppression was simply a drop in the bucket in the face of this terrifying number!

At this critical juncture, Fei Erfeng turned his head abruptly, as if a drowning person had grabbed onto the last straw.

He rushed to Song Yiqing regardless of everything, his voice becoming sharp due to extreme tension:

"Mr. Song! We can't hold it!"

"These beasts are crazy! If this continues, we're all going to be finished!"

"Since you knew there would be a Wolf Tide, you must have a way, right?! What should we do now?!"

Hearing this, the scholars and soldiers around them, who had already been in despair, subconsciously turned to look, their eyes filled with pleading and hope.

Under everyone's gaze, Song Yiqing slowly raised his eyelids. His pitch-black eyes reflected the chaotic war outside, yet remained calm, even somewhat indifferent.

He showed no panic, merely adjusting his sleeves slightly before stepping forward.

As he passed by Fei Erfeng, he paused slightly, his voice flat yet clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

"Move aside," "Step back,"

Song Yiqing crossed through the crowd, heading straight toward the entrance of the hall filled with death and blood, his figure aloof.

"Let me do it."

Upon hearing his words, everyone present—whether it was the soldiers holding guns with anxious expressions or the scholars huddled in the back shivering—including even Fei Erfeng, were stunned for that moment, their brains experiencing a brief shutdown.

Let him do it? What was he going to do? There were thousands of starving, crazed Desert Wolves out there!

Even the machine gun firepower net couldn't stop the beast tide; as a single mortal, was he walking out there now just to serve himself up as a buffet for the wolf pack?

"Mr... Mr. Song! Don't be reckless!" "Come back! You'll die!"

Several soldiers near the entrance reacted, subconsciously reaching out to pull him back.

Xue Xingye's eyes widened, his mouth agape enough to stuff a fist into, with only one thought in his mind: Is this guy crazy? Is he risking his life just to show off?

However, before their hands could touch the hem of Song Yiqing's clothes, and before Fei Erfeng's hoarse attempt to stop him could be shouted out,

That thin, upright figure had already crossed the safety line of the hall without a moment's hesitation, in a single step!

He walked straight past the gun barrels still emitting blue smoke, through the messy shell casings and pools of blood on the ground.

Under the gaze of everyone, who were terrified and looking at him as if he were a dead man, he simply walked empty-handed, without even a knife, with an indifferent expression, into the raging storm, into that — death's slaughterhouse — surrounded by countless pairs of eerie, greedy green eyes!