Rebirth after the apocalypse: I create a new world with space!

For a moment, bursts of painful wails broke out from the mutant wolves. The sound was like a broken bellows shaking violently in the gale, sharp and shrill.

Some wolves were unable to dodge and were ruthlessly pierced through the body by the sudden earth spikes.

Blood spurted out like an out-of-control fountain.

Shocking arcs were drawn on the dim battlefield, instantly dyeing the surrounding soil into a glaring bright red, just like a tragic picture of hell unfolding on the earth.

However, even after suffering such a heavy blow, these cunning wolves did not surrender easily.

After a brief moment of confusion, they quickly regrouped, their eyes flashing with dim light, burning with even more ferocious flames, and they launched even more fierce attacks.

They seemed to have come to their senses in an instant and changed their previous chaotic charging method. Instead, they dispersed and turned into vague black shadows.

These dark shadows were like ghosts, moving freely in the darkness and pouncing towards the protective shield from all kinds of tricky angles.

The momentum was like an army of ghosts emerging from the dark abyss, bringing with it a creepy and gloomy atmosphere that made people unable to guard against it.

Their green eyes flashed with ferocity and cunning, like will-o'-the-wisp lights in the darkness, exuding a hint of chill.

Seeing this, Aya's brows were instantly furrowed, and a hint of solemnity flashed in her eyes.

She turned her head to look at Xiaofei and Wu Qingcang who came to support her.

The moment their eyes met, it seemed as if an invisible force was flowing between the three of them.

That was a tacit understanding between comrades-in-arms. No words were needed, as they understood each other.

Aya took a deep breath and straightened her chest, as if she had inflated the sails of battle. She gathered her strength and shouted loudly:

"They are scattered, so we should attack separately. We must disrupt their rhythm!"

Her voice was clear and loud, just like the sound of a huge bell exploding in this bloody battlefield.

Xiao Fei's eyes were as firm as a thousand-year-old rock, his gaze as deep as an endless cold abyss, so deep that it was unfathomable yet as steady as Mount Tai. No matter how the outside world changed, his eyes never wavered.

His chest rose and fell violently, like the surging of the sea before a storm, accumulating energy for the power that was about to be released, and then he nodded without hesitation and responded loudly: "Okay!"

Wu Qingcang had a stern expression, like a majestic iceberg, but when he looked at Aya and Xiaofei, a hint of trust and determination flashed in his eyes.

He nodded slightly and said, "Action!"

As soon as the words fell, the three of them rushed towards the wolf pack like three arrows shot from a bow, as swift as a hurricane, bringing up a whistling gale wherever they passed.

The sound of the wind seemed like a passionate war song played for them, flying freely in this dark battlefield.

Xiao Fei's eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on the mutant wolves in front of him, and the dagger in his hand once again flashed with dazzling lightning.

The light was like a nimble electric snake, winding and circling on the dagger, and every flash seemed to be accumulating enough power to destroy the world.

The electric snake spit out its tongue, making a "sizzling" sound, as if it was roaring angrily at the wolves, venting its provocation to them.

Xiao Fei held his breath. At that moment, the whole world seemed to have pressed the pause button, and he could clearly hear his own heartbeat.

“Dongdongdong——”

The powerful rhythm was like the beating of a war drum, injecting endless power into his every move.

His eyes became more and more focused, just like a cheetah staring at its prey, with only the target he was about to hunt in his eyes.

He was as still as a sculpture, waiting for the best opportunity. The air around him seemed to become sticky because of his nervousness, as if there was an invisible transparent shield isolating him from the outside world, forming a combat area that belonged to him alone.

When the mutant wolves stepped into his preset attack range, Xiao Fei flashed out like a ghost, so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left in the air.

The dagger in his hand turned into dazzling lightning and slashed at the mutant wolves fiercely like a spirit snake.

These lightning forces are like the scythe wielded by the god of death, exuding a terrifying deterrent force.

Each bolt of lightning seemed like a thunder of judgment from hell. When they touched the wolf pack, the mutant wolves with thick skin and flesh were not killed in one blow, but were also severely injured.

Some wolves' eyes, mouths and other vulnerable parts were struck by lightning. In an instant, shrill howls resounded through the sky.

On the other side, Aya danced quickly in the air with her hands. Her movements were graceful and smooth, as if she was performing a mysterious dance that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Her figure is as light as the wind, like an elf dancing in the wind, exuding a lively and charming aura.

Driven by her special power, the surrounding water vapor quickly gathered. These water vapors were like elves endowed with life and turned into countless slender water whips in her hands.

The water whips twisted their soft bodies in the air like nimble snakes. They intertwined and coiled with each other, making a slight "hissing" sound.

The sound was like a water elf whispering an ancient ballad, or like a majestic demonstration to the wolves, full of mysterious and powerful power.

Aya swung her arms violently, and the muscles in her arms tensed instantly, showing a powerful sense of strength, as if containing endless energy.

The water whips lashed towards the wolves like raindrops, hitting the wolves' bodies with a "pa pa pa" sound, like firecrackers exploding in the ears, deafening.

Although these attacks could not cause fatal damage to the wolves, they successfully disrupted their formation and caused the wolves to panic. The originally orderly attack rhythm was completely disrupted.

Wu Qingcang was like a majestic god of war, emitting a majestic aura.

He just waved his hands violently, and the ground beneath his feet began to tremble violently, like an ancient monster that had been awakened.

Every step he took seemed to be infused with a tremendous amount of force, and the ground was rippling in circles visible to the naked eye, as if cheering for his charge.

As he moved, thick and sharp thorns sprouted out of the ground like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and roared towards the wolves.

These earth spikes were as hard as steel, flashing a cold light in the darkness, and were as deadly as the spears of death.

Every time the earth spikes hit the wolf's body, the huge impact force would knock the wolf away like a cannonball.

The wolves drew arcs in the air, then fell heavily to the ground with a dull thud, raising a cloud of dust. The injured wolves struggled on the ground for a few times and were unable to get up again.

Wu Qingcang's eyes were like lightning, his expression was stern, and he controlled the earth spikes to attack the wolves like a hurricane, while shouting loudly:

"Don't give them a chance to breathe!"