Chapter 7 — The Wolf That Can Meow

Futile. Completely useless. Despite the excruciating pain of failure, I stubbornly kept trying again. "Boom!!" A loud explosion rang out behind me, and the treatment room door was violently broken open. A group of Guards staggered in. The injuries on their bodies were different in severity, but their faces were eerily similar - confused, as if their actions were no longer under their own control. Mental control. The enemy's lethal weapons finally revealed their fangs to rear-guard personnel like us. Diep Vu immediately reacted. She raised her hand, intending to use mental force to suppress those unconscious Guards. But after days of continuous exhaustion, even for a normal scout with plenty of spirit, it was extremely difficult to suppress many guards at the same time. What's more, Diep Vu is currently close to the limit. A guard shook his fist at her. The scout's physique is only slightly better than that of a normal person, completely unable to compete with the terrifying strength of the guard, even a wounded guard. Diep Vu was sent flying, his body hit the wall and slid down. I was just about to forcefully interrupt the mental connection to protect her, when I saw that the other guard had raised his gun and aimed at the unconscious Diep Vu. No time! I rushed towards her, but the expected gunshot did not ring out. Another guard in the group used his body to pull the gunman back. His face was covered in blood, but under his helmet a strand of golden curls still showed. … It's Ta Duy. He tried his best to resist mental control to protect his guide. His fists were clenched so tightly that blood dripped through his fingers. I stood up straight, spread my arms, and let the silk-thin strands of spiritual force spread out into a net, spreading across the room. The footsteps of the uncontrolled guards slowed down. I didn't turn around, just said to the therapists behind me: "Continue with the surgery, I'll hold the door." 14It's easy to say, but this huge expenditure of mental energy, to me, every second is torture. All my hope can only be placed in the sole fighting power here—Khai An. I hope you wake up soon, so I can make some progress in guiding you spiritually. But… it hurts too much. Each nerve felt like it was being cut and torn by a blunt knife, stretching every inch. It was like a single person tugging at war with several elephants at the same time. My fingertips trembled, the guards in front of me began to move. More and more strands of spiritual power broke apart, and the backlash came like a collapsing mountain, causing me to squirt blood and my consciousness to fade. In a daze, regret overflowed like weeds from the darkness, squeezing my heart. Stubbornly choosing to marry Khai An, am I too selfish, too self-centered? If it had been a scout with higher compatibility, perhaps he could have been saved, and everyone could have been saved. In the end I couldn't do anything. Despair was like a rising tide, engulfing my nose and mouth, pulling my consciousness deeper into darkness. Just before everything fell into darkness, the back of my hand suddenly felt a hot wet feeling. I tried my best to gather my scattered eyes and look in that direction. The wounded black wolf staggered to its feet, leaning on my outstretched arm. It stuck out its tongue and slowly licked the back of my hand. Then he immediately collapsed to the ground, motionless. My heart felt like someone had hit me hard, my nose was stinging, bitterness welled up. Lam Van Tinh. I took a deep, long breath. The life or death of your lover and friends is unknown, there are people behind you who need your protection. My stiff finger began to move, transforming its mental form and force. Just have to decide. You can do it. "Tuyet Nhung!!" I shouted loudly, the Arctic hare rushed out like white lightning, leaving behind an afterimage.

It quickly slipped through the restrained guards, its powerful hind legs hitting them directly on the back of the head. At the same time, my spiritual power turned into needles, piercing their mental weak points! I had violated the ironclad rule—don't attack team spirit. But compared to maintaining suppression, launching an attack that temporarily incapacitates them is much easier. The healers behind looked at me and Tuyet Nhung in bewilderment. One young person among them suddenly remembered an animal document: