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On the other hand, Gyro only suffered some minor skin injuries.

There were only a few faint scratches on her tough skin, like tiny flaws on jade, which had no effect on her fighting power.

Her eyes were still as sharp as an eagle, burning with the flames of battle, staring closely at the opponent in front of her.

There was a desire for victory and a persistence in fighting in those eyes, as if telling the mutant bear that she would not be defeated easily.

At this moment, the battle suddenly escalated.

The gyroscope rushed towards the bear like an arrow. It was agile and light, drawing a graceful arc in the air. Its speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

Seeing this, the bear mustered up his courage and waved his huge paw like a palm leaf fan to fight back.

The bear's paws cut through the air, bringing up a whistling gale. Every time it was swung, a terrifying "whoosh" sound was emitted, as if it was going to tear the surrounding air apart. It was like a roar from hell, shaking the entire battlefield.

The surrounding trees were rustling due to the force, and the fragile branches could not bear the weight and broke and fell down one after another.

When the bear's paw collided violently with the body of the spinning top, it was as if the sky was falling and the earth was splitting apart.

"Boom——" a loud bang exploded on the battlefield, and the deafening sound waves spread all around.

The battlefield seemed to be shaking under this force.

The pebbles bounced up and down and cracks appeared on the nearby ground, as if the earth could not withstand the powerful impact and groaned in pain.

The gyroscope was shaken and took a few steps back, but the light in her eyes became more and more determined, like the brightest star in the night sky, and she showed no intention of retreating.

She adjusted her posture slightly and rushed towards the bear again like lightning. Her momentum was surging, like waves, one after another, never stopping.

The gyroscope flexibly shuttled around the bear's body, making full use of its own advantages to attack the bear's legs and abdomen.

Her thick and powerful tentacles, like deadly weapons made of the hardest material in the world, lashed at the bear with fierce momentum.

The bear was in great pain from the attack of the gyroscope and let out an angry roar. The sound echoed across the battlefield like thunder, shaking the surrounding trees.

It opened its bloody mouth and bit towards the gyroscope. A disgusting smell emanated from its mouth, and that big mouth seemed to be able to swallow the sky and the earth.

However, the gyroscope was not in a hurry. It nimbly dodged to the side and easily avoided the bear's attack, as free as a leaf falling in the wind.

Then, her lightning-sharp eyes instantly locked onto the target and seized the fleeting opportunity.

She suddenly jumped high, and her huge body rose from the ground like a mountain, and pounced towards the bear.

After drawing a sharp arc in the air, she landed accurately on the bear's back.

In an instant, her tough and powerful tentacles were like sharp blades shining with cold light, stabbing fiercely at the bear's back.

These tentacles penetrated into the bear's flesh with overwhelming force, embedding themselves deeply into it, like extremely strong steel nails driven into hard rock, without moving an inch, causing the bear to feel severe pain from the depths of its soul.

The bear suddenly felt a sharp pain in its back and twisted its huge body frantically, trying to throw the gyroscope off.

It looked like a bull stung by countless bees, charging around on the battlefield, and the dust around it was raised by its movements, forming a cloud of smoke.

But the gyroscope held on to the bear tightly, as steady as a rock, like a thorn in the flesh.

She continued to attack the bear. Every time she swung her tentacles, a trail of blood was brought up, leaving deep wounds on the bear's back.

Blood oozed from the wound like streams of red, dyeing the bear's originally brown fur even redder.

The mutant bear was now in a desperate situation. Its strength was constantly being lost, and its eyes were full of fear of the gyroscope.

It knew very well that it was no match for the gyroscope, and every attack seemed like a futile struggle. But it could not escape the gyroscope's attack and could only roar in pain in despair.

The roar was filled with fear and helplessness of death.

At this moment, looking around, the entire battlefield was filled with shouts, roars, and screams.

It's like a symphony of death, playing a cruel melody in this dark world.

The blood has dyed the earth dark red, like a sea of ​​death.

Outside the metal protective shield, the corpses and remains of mutated animals and plants were scattered everywhere, as if they were works of art created by the god of death.

Inside the protective shield, everyone in the Hope Base was like a spent force, exhausted, and all the strength in their bodies seemed to have been completely drained by the brutal battle.

Everyone's body seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, fatigue was written on their faces and eroded their limbs.

But the faith in their hearts is like a flame that never goes out, supporting them to continue fighting.

They encouraged each other, and when their eyes met, it seemed as if an invisible force was transmitted between them. It was a firm strength, a tacit understanding of living and dying together.

During the intervals between battles, Zhao Gang never took a moment to rest. His figure was inconspicuous in the crowd, even a little ordinary.

In terms of personal strength, he is only average among the psychics in Hope Base.

However, he possesses a unique leadership temperament, like a beacon in the darkness, emitting a guiding light among the crowd and bringing an inexplicable sense of security to those around him.

At this moment, his eyes were like sharp eagle eyes, scanning everyone one by one, not missing any details.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, as if gathering strength for the order he was about to issue.

Then, he gathered all his strength, and his voice resounded throughout the battlefield like a bell:

"Everyone, hold on, protect the wounded, and don't disperse. Let's concentrate our strength and defeat them one by one!"

The sound was loud and powerful, echoing like thunder.

Every word was clearly audible, carrying the unquestionable majesty of a military order, striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, dispelling their inner confusion and fatigue, and instantly awakening their fighting spirit.

Everyone acted without hesitation.

Some people ran towards the wounded in a hurry but steadily.

The veins on a young man's forehead bulged, highlighting his inner anxiety.

He carefully lifted the wounded man's head and legs with his hands, his eyes full of anxiety and worry. He kept his gaze on the wounded man and kept muttering:

"Hold on, brother! We'll get you right away!"

Although the voice was a little trembling, it was full of power.

Next to him, another partner was using simple medical equipment to quickly treat the wounds of the wounded.

His forehead was covered with sweat, which flowed down his cheeks and dripped onto the dusty ground.