My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 723

"Someone, get him to safety!" Dracon shouted, his eyes scanning the chaos as he continued firing at the mutated snake he had just blinded. The snake, now enraged and thrashing wildly, posed a lethal threat.

Its erratic movements could easily crush anyone who ventured too close, making the situation even more perilous.

The group hesitated, unwilling to risk their lives, but then, a small figure moved with surprising speed. It was the girl who had always been by Dracon's side.

Without hesitation, she darted toward the paralyzed man, her movements fluid and determined. Despite his size—twice her own—she gritted her teeth and began dragging him away with a strength that seemed almost impossible for her small frame.

"Ah!" she screamed, ducking just in time as the blinded mutated snake slammed its head down vertically in her direction.

Though she narrowly avoided the strike, the man she was dragging didn't have the same luck—his body, stiff from paralysis, couldn't react in time.

The spiked head of the mutated snake collided with him with terrifying force, ripping through his body and sending a spray of blood across the ground. The girl was drenched in blood, her body shaking as the gruesome sight overwhelmed her.

Fear gripped her, and she froze, her heart pounding in her chest as her limbs stiffened in terror.

"Move! Get out of there!" Dracon yelled, his voice frantic as he fought to hold off the mutated snake. When he saw the girl sitting motionless on the ground, covered in blood, his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes widened in horror as the snake reared back, preparing to strike again. "Move!!!" he shouted, desperate to get her out of the way.

The girl, her body betraying her as fear gripped her, realized she wouldn't make it out in time. In a last, desperate attempt, she raised her hand in front of her face and closed her eyes, bracing for the impact. But the pain she expected never came.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, and everything around her seemed to freeze. The world fell eerily silent. As she lowered her hands, she saw the mutated snake's tail had stopped just inches from her, and she was encased in a shimmering, rainbow-colored cube, as though the world had been cut off from her.

She couldn't hear anything from within the cube and stared, confused, not understanding where this barrier had come from or how it had appeared.

Looking around, she noticed that Dracon, too, seemed stunned by the strange occurrence. But he quickly regained his focus and continued coordinating the fight with his combatants.

They fired at the mutated snake, but its thick, armored skin repelled their bullets. The only vulnerable spots were its eyes and mouth. Yet, with the snake thrashing wildly, even the sharpshooters had difficulty landing a shot.

Kisha and her group moved quietly, their steps slow and deliberate as they made their way from the trucks to the battlefield. "Assist the survivors!" Kisha commanded, her voice firm and clear. She focused on controlling the rainbow cube, guiding the girl safely toward her group.

As the girl floated above the ground, she instinctively placed her hands on the surface of the shimmering cube, her eyes wide with nervous curiosity.

She glanced around, trying to make sense of the situation, as she was carried back to safety.

When she neared Kisha's group, the rainbow cube popped like a fragile bubble, vanishing into thin air. The girl, unprepared for the sudden disappearance of the cube—and the ground beneath her feet—fell backward, landing with a thud on her rear.

"Ouch! T-That hurts..." she murmured, rubbing her sore bottom. As she looked up, the people around her helped her to her feet. Distracted, she turned her gaze to the newcomers. It wasn't long before she recognized Sparrow among them—the same one who had spoken with their captain, Dracon.

"Look, he's back!" one of them shouted with excitement, pointing at Sparrow. The man was swiftly darting through the air, his 'Shakan Poison Dagger' gleaming as he slashed at the mutated snake's thick hide.

Sparrow knew that even the smallest wound from his dagger could be lethal to any living creature.

To maximize his speed and precision, he used his windblade to support his movements, riding the gusts of wind as he nimbly leaped around the beast, aiming for the perfect strike.

"Vulture! Restrain the snakes!" Sparrow shouted as he soared high into the air, his feet pointed skyward while his head was angled downward. His dagger was poised in front of him, ready for the strike.

At Sparrow's command, Vulture immediately summoned 'Earth Spikes,' thrusting them up from the ground to impale the mutated snakes. However, the tough skin of the creatures only allowed the spikes to leave a few shallow scratches, and their writhing bodies slipped past the jagged tips.