North of the Corpse Nest, on the outer perimeter—
"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on a single vine. Wind and rain, we fear nothing, la-la-la-la, ding-dang-dong-dong-dang-dang, Calabash Brothers, ding-dang-dong-dong-dang-dang, great powers are ours—"
The evolved pink Little Vajra appeared silently behind a soldier.
That signature background music felt like his battle hymn, instantly shattering the surrounding dead silence as he made his entrance.
The soldier spun around in alarm, his eyes filled with terror and resolve, and raised his gun without hesitation to fire wildly at Little Vajra.
"Tat-tat-tat..." A flurry of bullets poured out like a rainstorm, tearing through the air with a deadly whistle.
Yet Little Vajra merely raised the corner of his mouth in a disdainful smirk. He extended a single finger—ah, a single claw.
At the exact moment the bullets were about to hit him, he swiped it as fast as lightning.
"Clang, clang, clang..." The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed endlessly. The bullets seemed to strike an immensely sturdy shield, bouncing off in all directions and dropping to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Little Vajra chuckled, his eyes flashing with playful amusement.
He gently manipulated the blood-red gourd on his back, and in an instant, a brilliant light burst from it as a massive Demon Flood Dragon lunged out like a bolt of black lightning.
The Demon Flood Dragon bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its gaping maw exhali…
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