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

His eyes were so focused that they seemed to be able to penetrate everything in the world; his hands moved skillfully and orderly as he was concentrating on bandaging the wounded.

There were deafening shouts and cries of killing all around him, and danger was always around him, but he seemed not to hear them. It was as if he was in another quiet world, and the disturbances of the outside world could not cause a ripple in his heart.

Beside him, there was a group of people like guards.

They held their weapons tightly, their expressions grim, and guarded the wounded like loyal guards of a temple.

On their faces, sweat mixed with dust crisscrossed and left dirty mud marks.

However, even this dishevelled appearance could not conceal the determined and fearless light in their eyes.

The light was like the shining stars in the night sky, dazzling and illuminating this bloody and cruel battlefield.

However, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense.

However, the situation on the battlefield became increasingly tense. The tense atmosphere was like a bowstring stretched to its limit, so tight that it was almost suffocating, as if it would break in the next second, causing huge waves.

The protective shield guarding everyone at Hope Base is like an old man in his twilight years, covered with traces of erosion by time and riddled with holes like a tattered fishing net.

Under the fierce attacks of mutated animals and plants like doomsday judgment, the degree of damage is increasing at a terrifying rate.

The originally dense and tough protective energy was now like the shaky thread of a candle in the wind, so fragile that it could be easily destroyed.

Under the never-ending attack like a violent storm, the protective energy continued to break, and every break emitted a "sizzling" sound of despair and wail.

The sound seemed like it was crying unwillingly at the impending destruction.

Finally, with a deafening bang, the protective shield was completely shattered!

At that moment of shattering, it was like a fortress that had been guarded for thousands of years suddenly collapsed. Countless fragments flew around like meteors, flashing the last light, and then disappeared on the smoke-filled battlefield.

I hope that everyone in the base will feel nervous as well.

They knew that without this barrier, the ensuing battle would be even more brutal.

At this moment, the breaking of the protective shield made the mutated animals and plants ecstatic, as if they were demons who saw the dawn of victory.

Most of the mutated animals and plants were seriously injured, some had missing limbs, and some had burnt fur.

These scars showed the heavy casualties in the previous battle.

But the ferocious look in their eyes not only did not diminish, but became even stronger, and their appearance was still frightening and terrifying.

Pain is a catalyst for them, sparking stronger hatred deep in their souls. That hatred is like a burning fire of karma that will burn everything in sight to ashes.

Like a tireless, surging black tide, they poured in through the broken gap in the protective shield, carrying with them a destructive aura of destruction that would destroy everything.

Each of them never missed an opportunity to attack, their eyes flashing with bloodthirsty light, like will-o'-the-wisp fire in the darkness, interweaving into a web of terror.

The cold light seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, and had the power to freeze the soul, making people feel creepy and chilled to the heart.

The several mutant hyenas rushing in the front were extremely crazy.

Their slender and agile bodies were covered in blood and dirt, with messy fur, like demons crawling out of a bloody mire.

But this did not affect their speed, they rushed over like an arrow.

Zhao Gang was the first to react. His eyes flashed like lightning and he shouted:

"Group one, provide cover, group two, prepare to attack!"

The sound was like thunder, exploding on the battlefield, deafening.

A group of people came together quickly and neatly, their movements smooth and efficient.

They raised their shields high and built a solid line of defense in an instant.

The veins on his arms bulged like a winding snake, showing his strength.

With his feet firmly planted on the ground and his eyes determined and fierce, he stared at the mutant creature charging towards him like an eagle staring at its prey.

The second group of people quickly adjusted their weapons behind their shields, with focused eyes, serious and calm expressions, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy.

At this moment, a mutant wolf rushed towards the defense line like a black lightning.

It has a nimble body, and its muscles rise and fall like waves as it runs. When it leaps high, its sharp fangs flash a cold light.

The light was like the god of death's scythe, pounced fiercely at one of the team members.

The team member showed no fear at all, and there was a determination in his eyes, as if he was a towering mountain, unafraid of any wind or rain.

He clenched his teeth, flexed his arm muscles, roared, and used all his strength to raise his shield to meet the attack.

"Clang!" There was a loud noise.

The fangs collided with the shield, sparks flew, and were particularly dazzling in the dim battlefield.

The team members were knocked back a few steps by the impact, leaving deep marks on the ground, but they quickly steadied themselves and their eyes became more determined.

The teammates next to him reacted quickly and stabbed at the mutant wolf with weapons in hand.

His movements were clean and smooth, and he did it in one go, with the determination to kill.

The weapon in his hand stabbed towards the mutant wolf's vitals, as fast as a meteor.

But the mutant wolf was extremely agile. It flashed and turned into a black shadow, easily avoiding the attack, landing steadily on the ground and letting out a low roar.

During the melee, one team member was unfortunately hit in the abdomen by a mutant creature.

His face turned pale as paper in an instant, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down from his forehead and hit the ground like raindrops.

He fell to the ground in pain, curled up into a ball, and covered his wounds tightly with his hands.

Blood oozes out from between his fingers like a fountain, staining the ground beneath him a blinding red. The red color is like the flames of hell, burning on the battlefield.

Seeing this, the teammates quickly surrounded him without hesitation. Their eyes were full of concern. They ran and shouted their teammates' names, with anxiety in their voices.

They protected their injured teammates in the middle, holding their weapons tightly, and stared vigilantly at the mutant animals and plants that were chasing them relentlessly.

There was a crazy light flashing in the eyes of those mutated animals and plants, like burning will-o'-the-wisp, as they continued to launch fierce attacks.

They bared their fangs and claws, as if they wanted to tear the humans in front of them into pieces. Their momentum was like a surging wave, ready to drown everything.

At this critical moment, Zhao Gang rushed over like a gust of wind.

He waved his hands and his wood-related ability was activated. The surrounding trees seemed to have heard his call. The branches quickly stretched and twisted, turning into tough vines that lashed towards the surrounding enemies.

He wielded the weapon in his hand vigorously, and every swing brought up a whistling sound of the wind. The sound of the wind was like the roar of the god of death, leaving cold traces in the air.

The vines and weapons worked together to instantly repel the surrounding enemies.

He quickly squatted down and carefully checked the injuries of the team members. His brows were furrowed, his lips trembled slightly, and he muttered to himself:

"Brother, hold on!"

The team member raised his head weakly, his eyes were dull but revealed a firmness, which was the trust in his comrades and the persistence in fighting.