Zhang Chen had deliberately sent out only one Reborn with its energy core exposed in its obvious shoulder.
For the Reborn to truly die, its energy core had to be destroyed, but the location of their energy cores was ever-shifting.
The energy core positions varied greatly among different Reborn.
Zhang Chen's intention was to lower the enemy's guard.
Only when they believed they had grasped the Reborn's weakness and could easily defeat them, relaxing their vigilance, would he launch a full-scale assault and catch them off guard.
To collect crystal cores while maximizing attribute gains required a certain finesse.
As expected, upon seeing how easily the Reborn was eliminated, Oshima and the others all displayed expressions of contempt.
"So the Reborn's weakness is in the shoulder, a rather well-hidden spot!"
"That means Mizutani wasn't lying; the head and spine truly aren't their weak points."
A great weight was finally lifted from Oshima's mind.
He had initially believed that if the True God Cult dared to challenge them, they must have been well-prepared. Mizutani, the coward, had already defected under pressure from the enemy's strength.
Now it seemed Mizutani had just been unlucky. He wouldn't be foolish enough to betray a camp of over two thousand people to join a group of only twenty-odd.
With the Reborn's weakness now discovered, he wondered what other tricks the True God Cult had up their sleeves!
"Hiss... hiss... shhh... shhh..."
Another Reborn leaped down from the side of a building, slowly walking onto the road.
"Heh, one just died, and now another one shows up?"
"If you had more numbers, I might find it a little challenging, but coming up one by one like this, aren't you just giving away experience points?!"
The captain of Team Fifteen said with a mocking tone.
In his view, although the True God Cult possessed the ability to control mutated Type IV infected individuals, they lacked the capability to control multiple units to attack simultaneously.
Since he had already discovered the Reborn's weakness, the subsequent battles would naturally be effortless!
If he were the leader of the True God Cult, he would now be pondering how to safely disengage from the battlefield.
"Frosty Grasp!"
The captain of Team Fifteen activated his skill once more.
Crack... crack...
The Reborn was once again frozen in place, just like before.
"They really don't learn!"
The captain of Team Fifteen materialized an ice cone in his right hand and shot it directly at the Reborn's left shoulder.
After the ice cone left his hand, he didn't even spare it another glance.
He directly turned around and elegantly bowed to the squad leaders observing from the city wall.
Dealing with a Reborn took mere seconds; it was incredibly simple!
The captain of Team Fifteen basked in the astonished, envious, and even jealous, horrified gazes from the city wall...
Hmm? Horrified gazes?
Why would they be horrified?!
"Get out of the way, move aside!"
Everyone on the city wall shouted.
"Huh?"
Before the captain of Team Fifteen could react, sharp flesh spikes pierced his body.
The immense impact sent him flying more than two meters before he landed on the ground.
The Reborn, still restrained on the ground, although its shoulder was heavily wounded, was not dead. Tentacles on its back suddenly extended outwards, firing flesh spikes in all directions.
The flesh spikes shot out like bullets, but their penetration power far surpassed that of bullets.
The shields and armor of the survivors proved extremely fragile against the flesh spikes; the moment they came into contact, they instantly shattered into pieces.
Even more astonishing was that the wound on the Reborn's shoulder was healing at a visibly rapid pace!
"This... how is this possible? Captain of Team Fifteen clearly found the Reborn's weakness to be its shoulder, so why is it ineffective against this Reborn?"
"We've killed so many monsters; the weaknesses of the same type of monster should be identical. If the weaknesses of the same type of monster are different, how can we even fight?"
The captains on the city wall, who had initially looked down upon the Reborn with an air of superiority, now all had pale faces and solemn expressions...
Following the sudden demise of the captain of Team Fifteen, the morale of the entire squad instantly plummeted to freezing point.
All their attacks were wildly striking various parts of the Reborn's body without any pattern.
However, the Reborn seemed completely unaffected, and even when wounded, the injuries began to heal rapidly.
Even more terrifyingly, the recently deceased captain of Team Fifteen and several other fallen members began to quickly corpse-mutate.
Slender, snake-like tentacles slowly grew from their backs, about to become brand new Reborn.
"The tentacles, attack their tentacles! This might be their weakness!"
A clever squad leader on the city wall shouted.
Swish!
A team member severed two of the Reborn's tentacles.
Soon, four tentacles grew from the wound sites...
"Is this... a Hydra?!"
The attacking team member was so terrified that he staggered back seven or eight steps.
The members of Team Fifteen dwindled with each passing moment, while the number of Reborn increased.
At this rate, the complete annihilation of Team Fifteen was only a matter of time.
Yet, the people on the city wall watched the survivors fighting the Reborn outside the city with cold indifference, showing no concern for the fate of Team Fifteen.
In their eyes, these individuals were already dead.
The most important thing now was to ensure they died with their due value!
Oshima's ascended ability as a metamorphic was intelligence analysis.
By observing enough combat engagements, he could analyze the enemy's weaknesses and attack patterns, and predict and evade them in advance.
He was now fully utilizing his ability, his eyes darting rapidly over the Reborn, rapidly analyzing the subtle differences between them...
The longer Team Fifteen fought the Reborn, the more intelligence the survivors on the city wall would gain about the Reborn.
Once Oshima completed his analysis of the Reborn, the subsequent battles would be a one-sided slaughter!
"Heh, what a calm leader! Watching his own people fall one by one outside, yet refusing to send troops?!"
Zhang Chen raised an eyebrow slightly. The opponent's calmness and decisiveness far exceeded his imagination.
To command so many survivors, he was truly no ordinary person!
Since that was the case...
"Alas... I'll have to sacrifice a few attributes..."
Zhang Chen sighed softly, then extended his right hand and snapped his fingers crisply!
Snap!