The fleeting fear in the wizard's eyes was promptly caught by Qin Dashi's sharp observation—knowing he was afraid meant he recognized Fire-Down. Then, why wait? He would strike first. Qin Feng raised his right hand, gripping the sword, and plunged it downward. Wu Ling struggled violently, yet his body was firmly pinned to the ground by the flying sword, leaving him immobile, only able to watch the sharp dagger pierce his neck. His body convulsed violently, and his eyes rolled upward. Qin Feng withdrew the dagger and stepped aside. Wu Ling seemed electrified—his convulsions grew more intense, and his originally pale complexion rapidly turned grayish, like limestone. A few seconds later, he went still, as if petrified. Qin Feng picked up a small stone from the ground and threw it. Crackle— the petrified wizard collapsed with a thunderous sound, turning into ash. "By the gods!" Qin Dashi was stunned—his single slash killed the wu ling instantly, and upon death, the body turned to a pile of ash. What exactly was the wu ling's physical structure? He regretted it now. If only he had known how deeply the wu ling feared the dagger fire of Yushen, he should have first pressed for intelligence before killing. Now, with the battle at the other end still ongoing, he hoped that Isabella hadn't yet finished her fight. If she too had eliminated her opponent, who would he have to question? He immediately took control of his flying sword and sped eastward. Isabella had fought hard—not because the wu ling's strength vastly surpassed hers, but because of the inherent advantages of the wu ling's race, which had successfully outmatched her. Now, both were exhausted, and clearly, Isabella was in the weaker position. "Sasha, I'll help you!" He dove down from the sky, his flying sword piercing the wu ling's back with force. Though the ice spikes had already opened a wound earlier, this time the sword only penetrated a few centimeters. The wu ling broke free from the battle with Isabella and, in turn, drew the sword out He looked up at Qin Feng floating in the air, demanding, "Where are my companions?" "Are you mad? I'm here unharmed—can't that prove something?" Qin the Young countered, then asked with concern, "Sasha, are you all right?" "Fine, just some minor injuries," she wiped the blood from her lips, indicating she was unharmed. "Absolutely not possible! You can't possibly be his match—you're lying!" Wu Ling began pacing, unable to believe the very fact that his companions had been killed. "I never intended for you to believe me. You're not even my brother," Qin the Young remarked dryly. "I'm going to kill you right here—come down!" He started pacing. "Fine, just wait—I'll come down right away," Qin Feng said with a cheerful smile. Isabella, hearing his tone, instinctively took a few steps to the side, knowing he was surely going to play his cards close to his chest. Indeed, several shells fell from the sky—shells modified by Hou Bao. Their fuses had been replaced with remote-controlled triggers, meaning they wouldn't have to strike the target to explode; instead, they could be made to detonate at any chosen moment. Boom! Boom! Boom! The shells simultaneously ejected high-temperature metal jets, instantly enveloping the witch spirit. A piercing, agonized cry rose from the flames, and Qin, the young lord, began to chuckle with a crooked smile. Yet Isabella frowned—more accurately, it was a strange, odd laugh rather than a cry of distress. When the flames subsided, only a blackened, stump-like structure remained. Hmph. The black cloak rose into the air, and the witch spirit stood up once more. Though his head and face bore numerous burns, they were all non-fatal. "Chinese people," he said, "do you truly believe modern weaponry can overcome us, the witch spirits?" "His voice grew more eerie, more unpleasant: 'Honestly tell you this—what we fear most is actually high temperatures. Otherwise, how could the vampire lineage have been consistently trampled under our feet? You're a cultivator, and today, too, you'll be trampled beneath my feet!' 'You're not just a spirit-witch—you're a particularly thick-skinned one. I'm going to see just how thick your skin truly is.' Qin, the young noble, looked somewhat disappointed. Four armor-piercing rounds had failed to make a single dent in him. Indeed, this man was completely immune to heat. With that, he dove down once again. Isabella called out, 'Be careful—his attack patterns are quite strange, and his body has exceptional resilience!' 'Don't worry,' he replied with confidence. 'My husband has already taken care of one. Another one? That's nothing at all.' He thought to himself: You may have strange attack patterns, but I'm even stranger. Let's see who can outmaneuver whom. Thud… thud… The two collided. Qin Feng delivered a punch to his opponent’s nose, while his own opening was struck by a punch, causing both to retreat swiftly and stabilize their stances. Qin, the young noble, felt a surge of turbulence in his chest—his opponent truly was formidable. He had chosen to engage directly in order to reduce the enemy’s defensive posture. Wu Ling, however, had been fooled, believing Qin intended to fight him head-on, and thus charged forward without hesitation. Crack! A sudden lightning bolt struck precisely across Wu Ling’s back, momentarily halting his forward momentum. Taking advantage of this, Qin Feng launched his sword from a precise angle, inflicting a deep gash across his opponent’s crotch. “By the gods, he’s a eunuch!” Qin was stunned. He had expected to sever or damage something vital, but to his surprise, the opponent’s crotch remained completely untouched—only a wound on the leg remained. Isabella, equally astonished, expressed her shock. As a member of the bloodline, she had never known that Wu Ling was a eunuch. The eunuchs have been so formidable that the Blood Clan, having fought them for hundreds of years, has never managed to gain the upper hand. "Chinesemen, I'm going to tear you to pieces!" Wu Ling soared into the air, now holding a bone staff in her hands, and murmured, "Wa-qi-ya, you're going to be sliced!" "Wow, really sliced," he thought instantly, activating the small cauldron—bringing not only himself, but also Isabella inside as well. "The beautiful officer nodded and said, 'Got it. When we go out, we'll work together to face the enemy. This time, I'll draw their fire from the front while you take charge of capturing the targets!' Qin, after thinking for a moment, replied, 'Alright, I'll handle the captures. But please be a bit careful—you've been working hard!' 'Don't worry,' she said, 'With you watching over me, his attention will be divided, and I'm certain I won't have any problems!' "