The red mangrove branches that the white-haired monsters were climbing now seemed to come alive. The branches not only swayed back and forth, hindering the monsters' ascent, but also attacked them from time to time, making their climb less smooth.

However, the white-haired monsters were surprisingly resilient. Perhaps due to years of rock climbing in the mountains, they quickly adapted to the disturbance of the red mangroves with their agility and dexterity. Before long, all eight white-haired monsters had gathered around the red mangrove where Zhao Chenguang was.

Catching the king first, it seemed the white-haired monsters were well-versed in this strategy.

The vine-like branches of the red mangroves posed no threat to the white-haired monsters. Each of them was quick-eyed and quick-handed, with the strength to lift a tripod. They easily neutralized all attacks from the spreading red mangrove branches with a step, lift, and pull. Two of the more hot-tempered white-haired monsters even forcibly tore the branches off.

Although the horde of corpses beneath the red mangroves had some attacking ability, the white-haired monsters were perched high up. The corpses had no climbing ability, so they could only stare blankly at the eight white-haired monsters above, baring their teeth and claws, but unable to help.

In the first wave of attacks, Zhao Chenguang and the white-haired monsters were evenly matched, mutually neutralizing each other's offensives.

Zhao Chenguang had underestimated the white-haired monsters' abilities, focusing on ending the battle quickly. He didn't expect that underestimating his opponents would put him at a disadvantage.

Zhao Chenguang and the white-haired monsters faced off, the situation tense.

The Fatty felt strange and casually asked, "What's the deal with these white-haired monsters? Why are they suddenly fighting Zhao Chenguang?"

Han Yu said, "Perhaps they are some kind of creature that grows in the immortal mountains. They look like mutated ape-men. I don't know what connection they have with the 'Queen Mother of the West'. However, from what Zhao Chenguang said just now, I feel like they were raised by the 'Queen Mother of the West'. Before, An Wenshan and I had dealt with these white-haired monsters. They are inherently brutal and tyrannical. We were no match for them at all. Li Decha sacrificed himself... to protect us, perishing together with a white-haired monster..."

Having said that, Han Yu glanced at An Wenshan with resentment. An Wenshan, on the other hand, looked calm and composed, as if everything Han Yu said had nothing to do with him.

An Wenshan then added, "These white-haired monsters can dodge bullets. Don't provoke them easily."

"Dodge bullets? That's far-fetched," the Fatty said, looking at Han Yu in disbelief, as if wanting to confirm with Han Yu whether An Wenshan was fabricating the story.

Han Yu nodded slightly without expression, indicating that An Wenshan's words were true.

Seeing that the Fatty was still tangled up in the matter of the white-haired monsters, Rui interrupted the Fatty's thoughts, "Let's not dwell on how the white-haired monsters are. The enemy of our enemy is our friend. Let's think about how to deal with the meteorite."

The enemy of my enemy is my friend, this is true.

Rui's words brought the Fatty, Han Yu, and An Wenshan back to the reality of the crisis they were facing.

Everyone looked at Han Yu again, expecting to get a solution to the problem from her.

Han Yu frowned tightly and said quietly, "I had a complete plan before I saw the meteorite, but that plan was to deal with the viscous substance like the 'droplets' inside the meteorite. What surprised me was that I never thought the real meteorite would be a solid substance like a topaz-like material. This method may not work."

Han Yu's words undoubtedly poured a bucket of cold water on the others.

Understandably, the achievements of a high-level civilization in a galaxy cannot be easily erased by a low-level civilization.

The white-haired monsters tore the red mangroves to pieces with almost no effort, leaving wreckage all over the ground.

And Zhao Chenguang's head was violently torn off early on and thrown to the ground along with the red mangrove wreckage.