A flash of white light passed over Wang Wu's body as it reverted to humanoid form, leaving only two long scythes.
It needed to harvest the nourishment quickly.
Chu Ran felt as if she had gained a divine sense.
She could see far away.
Charlie Jing lay quietly in a pool of blood, her body covered in wounds, pieces of the mecha scattered around.
Hundreds of meters away, Lei Jianguo and the Special Squad lay on the ground, their chests not rising or falling, no signs of life.
Further off, He Qiwu leaned against a rock, eyes vacant, blood streaming from the corner of her mouth. The slight rise and fall of her chest showed she had only a breath left.
She sensed Chu Ran's gaze and struggled to turn her head, but only her eyes moved a few degrees with a crackling sound. Then, as if her power had run out, she closed her eyes.
Chu Ran felt the sound of her own heartbeat magnifying in her ears, thump, thump.
She seemed to sink into a void, unable to see the Zerg before her or the gray sky.
A pitch-black darkness.
Lonely and silent.
She seemed to feel the pain and despair of people from the Dark Age.
Save me... Save me...
Countless wails echoed in her ears.
War, blood, sorrow, death—countless resentful emotions crashed down like a torrential rain.
I want to live... I want to live...
Wang Wu frowned slightly, sensing that Chu Ran had suddenly fallen into a strange state.
Without thinking, it swung its forelimb, the massive scythe aimed at Chu Ran's head.
No complications.
With a pfft sound.
Blood flowed from the cut skin.
Wang Wu paused and looked at Chu Ran's eyes, still dull and lifeless.
Wrong!
A trace of fear rose in Wang Wu from somewhere.
It let out a long shriek, its tail thrashing violently, and forcibly tore off the thin tube from the unknown Zerg.
The unknown Zerg let out a pained howl.
But its guard paid no attention.
A complete SS-class Zerg now stood before Chu Ran.
Standing two meters tall, it had enough strength while remaining agile.
Non-stop sonic attacks erupted from the densely packed vibrating holes in its wings, trying to shatter Chu Ran's body.
Its two giant scythe forelimbs crossed from both sides to slice Chu Ran's body, leaving no chance for escape. Even its two antennae shot toward Chu Ran's head like blades.
Five meters, three meters, two meters... The imminent life-or-death crisis failed to awaken Chu Ran's consciousness.
Sonic bullets pounded against Chu Ran one after another, bam, bam, bam, tearing her clothes to reveal thick brown monkey fur.
The Golden Cudgel, without needing Chu Ran's command, rapidly expanded. With a crack, the antennae embedded themselves into the Golden Cudgel.
Only the two giant scythes were unstoppable.
In the distance, He Qiwu's body suddenly twitched, the corner of her mouth moving slightly.
No one saw.
The blade sliced through skin, blood gushing out drop by drop, as if her life force was draining away.
The corner of Wang Wu's mouth lifted slightly, and it pressed down harder.
Just one second, and it could... could...
What?
Wang Wu's compound eyes widened in disbelief, frozen in place.
Its scythes were stuck on Chu Ran's neck—or rather, in her fur.
It could smell the blood but couldn't reap her life.
Wang Wu was stunned. It poured all its Spiritual Power into its forelimbs, raised them high, and struck at Chu Ran again.
Bang!
This time, they got stuck directly in the fur around Chu Ran's neck.
Wang Wu cautiously leaned in close to Chu Ran—no reaction.
She was like a living stone statue.
Wang Wu narrowed its eyes, its antennae swinging fiercely, tossing the Golden Cudgel far away. At the same time, it opened its mouth wide, unleashing a fierce sonic cannon blast.
Chu Ran's eyes remained shut.
But beneath her feet, a auspicious cloud suddenly appeared. Just as the sonic wave shot out, she moved behind Chong Wu.