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

Wu Qingcang's voice was deep and majestic, echoing across the battlefield like an exciting war drum, inspiring Aya and Xiaofei.

Under his leadership, the cooperation between the three became more and more tacit.

Every look and every movement seemed to have been rehearsed countless times, and were as natural as flowing water.

They were like three sharp swords, cutting through the chaos of the battle, and their efforts gradually made the originally tense situation clearer.

On the other side of the battlefield, the situation on Fat Head's side had become tense.

The hyena pack he faced was extremely cunning.

Several hyenas in the front pretended to be extremely ferocious attacking postures, with their fangs and claws bared, waving their sharp claws in the air, as if they could cut through the void.

The low roar coming out of their mouths was like the dull thunder rolling in the sky, carrying a heart-pounding sense of oppression, as if venting their rage at Fatty and the others.

They pretended to charge forward desperately, taking huge steps with each step and digging the ground with their claws. The dust they raised was like gunpowder smoke on a battlefield, trying to attract the full attention of Fat Head and others.

However, this is only part of their conspiracy.

The rest of the hyenas were carrying out more sinister actions in the surrounding area.

They move as lightly as ghosts and without making any sound.

From time to time, he would put his nose close to the ground and sniff, as if he was looking for some rare treasure.

They have only one goal, which is to find the weakest point of the shield's energy and then deliver a fatal blow.

What's even more terrible is that some hyenas were digging the ground frantically with their sharp claws, dust was flying around them, they were trying to dig a hole and sneak into the protective shield from underground.

They are like a group of greedy and cunning thieves, looking for the entrance to a treasure house in the dark, with cunning light flashing in their eyes, cautious yet full of greed.

Fatty frowned, a vigilant light flashed in his eyes, and his gaze quickly scanned every corner around him.

While he was concentrating closely on observing the movements around him, he raised the heavy mace in his hand high and smashed it hard at the hyenas that tried to approach the protective shield.

The mace made a whistling sound, and every time it fell, the ground shook slightly and splashed up a cloud of dust.

In the interval of fierce fighting, Fatty turned his head, the veins on his neck bulged, his face flushed, and he shouted at his companions at the top of his lungs:

"Everyone, be alert! This is our last line of defense. We must hold it and never let these guys break through!"

His voice was hoarse but powerful, like the roar of an angry lion.

When the companions heard this, the panic in their eyes was instantly replaced by determination.

Someone tightly grasped the weapon in his hand, his fingers turned white due to the force, and his originally trembling hands gradually stabilized. A flame of fearlessness of death burned in his eyes, and the flame was so hot that it seemed to ignite the surrounding air.

Someone took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and nodded slightly, as if to cheer himself up. Then he widened his eyes and looked around more vigilantly, with a look of determination in his eyes.

Someone else shouted, "Hold the line!"

The voices were high-pitched and passionate, and they gathered together to form a powerful belief that quickly spread among the crowd like a surging wave, filling everyone with the power to fight.

Fatty's hands were like extremely strong iron pliers, and each finger seemed to be made of steel, tightly gripping the mace.

As the fight dragged on, the strength in his hands increased with each attack, the muscles in his arms bulged, the veins protruding like a winding dragon.

The blue veins throbbing under his skin showed that he was facing a formidable enemy and would never retreat.

He was like a towering mountain, standing in front of the defense line, blocking wave after wave of attacks from the hyenas.

At the same time, on the side guarded by Skinny and Ajian, the situation was like a lone boat in a storm, swaying in the turbulent waves and becoming increasingly serious.

I saw several new unknown mutant plants slowly approaching the protective shield.

These mutated plants are like nightmares growing from the depths of darkness, carrying a creepy breath, as if they are seeds sown by the god of death, taking root and sprouting on this battlefield.

Each plant is like a living fortress, huge beyond imagination, and its thick trunk is like the wall of an ancient castle, solid and heavy.

It is covered with mottled marks left by time and battles. Those marks are like scars of time, telling of the brutal battles they have experienced.

The terrifying aura they exude is like the coldest wind in the coldest months of winter, howling and sweeping towards you.

These demonic plants carry a heavy sense of oppression when they move, like moving hills.

Every movement was like the earth struggling in pain, and the ground trembled slightly, like a warning before an earthquake.

The vibration was transmitted to Skinny and Ajian's hearts through the soles of their shoes, allowing them to clearly feel the tremendous pressure.

Looking at the branches and leaves of these mutated plants, it is a terrifying sight.

Their branches and leaves are like countless twisted pythons, entwined and intertwined with each other, forming an impenetrable web of terror.

Each leaf is like a shield made of metal, extremely hard and with edges as sharp as a knife, flashing cold light in the sun, as if it could cut through everything in the world.

The thorns on the branches and leaves are like fangs sharpened by the god of death himself, faintly flashing a cold light in the darkness. That light is like a will-o'-the-wisp from hell, which makes people shudder.

The thin man looked at these newly appeared enemies, a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

His brows were slightly wrinkled, his lips were slightly pursed, and the corners of his mouth drooped, but his spine remained straight and unwavering.

Because he knew very well that his supernatural powers had unique restraining advantages over these mutated plants, he was the key to this line of defense.

He can't and won't retreat!

The thin man took a deep breath and shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Ajian, there are more enemies!"

As he shouted, he tightened his grip on the weapon in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of worry, but more of determination.

Ajian was as steady as a mountain. His deep and calm eyes quickly scanned the enemies around him.

His eyes were like a calm lake, without a ripple, as if the chaos around him had nothing to do with him.

He opened his mouth slightly and said in a low and powerful voice:

"Concentrate on attacking those closest to the shield first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly mobilized the supernatural power in his body that was like a vast galaxy.

In an instant, the blue veins on his forehead began to jump like a nimble little snake, or like a long-dormant dragon waking up from its deep sleep.