At her call, three Level 7 transcendent beings and one Level 9 transcendent swiftly surrounded her. One of them, whose hand glowed, layered a second light armor over Wallflower, creating a double barrier.Their duty was to shield Wallflower from the overwhelming spiritual attack of the creature behind the scenes. Their role? To act as human shields. When the psychic assault struck, the four protectors would absorb the majority of the damage, leaving Wallflower to bear only a fraction of it.In gaming terms, they were “covering the ADC” and “sharing damage” in the most literal sense.The group quickly abandoned the third-floor window and rushed downstairs, where a high-mobility Jeep was always on standby, ready to whisk them away at any moment.As for the Level 21 F2, they didn’t need to worry about it.Team Leader Gemma Pryor would handle it.Sure enough, the high-speed F2 encountered fierce resistance as soon as it reached the third line of defense, where the transcendent beings had

The female team member's face had turned pitch black, even her flesh showing signs of decay, with teeth and hair growing unnaturally long from her mouth. Yet, she still managed to choke out: “My child... Protect..."Gemma's face was already streaked with tears. She reached out, trying to grasp the hand of the unfortunate team member, but the gentle glow emanating from her level 4 equipment prevented them from touching.The equipment was impervious to contamination.Desperately, Gemma shouted: “Samir, Samir, you have to stay awake! Willa still needs you to protect her. Medic! Where's the medic?"In her panic, she raised her hand to cast a healing skill, but her stamina and intelligence were both reduced to just 1 point, not enough to activate the ability.After a moment of frantic confusion, the level 2 healing bracelet on her left wrist began to glow, but it was immediately pressed down by another hand.Memphis grabbed Gemma’s hand, pulling her back, just in time to avoid the bite of

Holding two third-tier skill books, two Level 3 item cards, two second-tier skill books, two potential points, and 82 experience points, Memphis was considering how to allocate them.Ding! Third-tier passive skill: Cicada Molt. Skill attribute: Upon taking lethal damage, transfer all damage to a decoy and teleport yourself two meters away. The damage transferred cannot exceed 10 levels above the user. After molting, attributes are reduced by 50% for two seconds. Skill activation: 50% current stamina, 50% current intelligence. Cooldown: 24 hours. Can be enhanced and upgraded.This is a survival skill possessed by many high-speed entities. Typically, at Level 18, evolved zombies of this type gain the ability to "molt" to avoid fatal attacks.Memphis didn’t need this skill. He already had the third-tier Illusion Orb, and learning this skill would only harm him. Activating both skills in a critical moment would drain him dry—surviving the enemy’s attack only to die from his own depletion.

So, there was no terrifying entity targeting them, it was just that they had “shot” themselves. This was fortunate, as it meant no fourth variable had appeared, no powerful zombie had suddenly joined the battle.But this could also be considered as the 3.5th variable.He pulled out the military binoculars again to observe, all his attention focused on the level 20 Shield Entity monster.It was still the same, fat as a pig, its body covered with large and small bone shields, its joints attached to cracked turtle shells, and its bulging belly split open, revealing a large, bloody mouth filled with fangs and bristling hair.On its plow-like face devoid of any features, the blood-red two-way arrow still existed, though it was much fainter than before.Half as faint."Damn it..."Memphis understood the reason and guessed. What happened earlier was the work of that Shield Entity monster.It seemed to have the ability to reverse an attack back to its source.It truly lived up to the word "sh