Two single-soldier laser weapons fired simultaneously, emitting a cool blue glow that struck precisely at the magic race leader's eyes. Eight Zero E-book In addition to blinding the target, if fired at close range, this blue light could penetrate a certain thickness of protective film and cause bodily injury. Of course, the magic race leader's body was harder than steel—small nuclear bombs couldn't kill him—and thus this type of laser had no effect on him at all. However, the blinding effect was clearly evident. As he was about to secure victory, he suddenly lost his vision, and in his panic, instead of continuing forward, he changed direction and lowered his height. Therefore, Qin Shao didn't need to dodge at all—the enemy unit flew past his right foot and crashed to the ground, creating a deep crater. The flying cockroaches remained motionless, presumably unwilling to act even if their leader were killed, unless a new command were issued. While you're ill, I'll kill you—Qin Shao launched his flying sword downward. Ding... It failed to pierce the magical leader's armor—disappointing. Then he'd just keep hurling scrolls, not believing he couldn't take you down. Crack... whoosh... huff... A variety of spells struck the enemy, each sound blending into a strange, harmonious melody. Yet just a second ago, the magical leader had been as motionless as a dead dog—now suddenly rose to his feet, raised his long sword to deflect the next wave of attacks, and then, from behind, hurled a stone-like object with his left hand. Qin Shao couldn't dodge in time and was struck by the object. The force sent him reeling backward, his body losing control, nearly shattering his spiritual shield. "Damn it—hidden projectiles!" he exclaimed, spitting out a mouthful of blood into the air. These weren't ordinary stones—the ordinary ones would have shattered upon contact with his spiritual shield. "Chu-Hua man, you're dead." The magical lord threw out the second stone. "Man, I'm done!" he shouted, and instantly his body turned into a translucent silhouette. Swoosh— the stone nearly skimmed past the silhouette, and the next moment he appeared inside the small tripod, his scalp tingling with the impact. The second stone had caused this jolt—thankfully he had dodged in time, otherwise he would have taken a serious beating. Without his spiritual shield, the force of the first blow would have left him either unconscious or severely injured. "Husband, are you all right?" Heave Ming quickly rushed over, taking his arm in a warm embrace. Qin Shao shook his head. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a few of the meridians in my chest are damaged. I anticipated that the opponent would unleash a powerful move, but didn't expect it to be throwing stones. I'll recover fully after taking a few healing pills and resting." Shu Ya Jing immediately produced the small bottle containing the pills, while Lu Man brought over a cup of warm water. After swallowing several pills, his complexion improved noticeably. Heave Ming carefully wiped the blood from his lips with a tissue. "MD, this loss has really hit hard," he sighed. "Even this relatively young magical warrior is already that impressive. If it were a general or a royal-level warrior coming in, I'd be completely out of moves—wouldn't even be able to make it through a single attack!" Romon encouraged: "Win and lose are just part of the game—no one can guarantee they'll always be on top. Husband, I truly believe you'll defeat that outsider and prove yourself the very best!" "Sure will," he immediately regained full confidence. Indeed, nothing could compare to the healing power of a woman's encouragement—this statement couldn't be more accurate. "By the way, how's the situation outside? With our target suddenly gone, I'd think he'd be furious, wouldn't you?" he asked. Xiao Ding instantly projected the scene outside onto the semi-spatial display in front of the four of them. It turned out to be different from his expectations—the magical leader remained calm, neither angry nor shouting nor cursing. Either he's just out of touch or someone truly lacks a sense of rhythm—anyone else would have been far less composed. After a while, he finally turned to survey the room, utterly astonished, saying, "Where are the people? Where is Qin Feng? You all saw him, didn't you? Tell me!" All the big beetles shook their heads, some even emitting a buzzing sound. "He's gone," he suddenly realized, exclaiming, "Humans are just so strange—when they can't hold their ground, they simply run away! What cowardice!" Qin, from the small tripod, replied, "If they don't run when they can't hold their ground, then they're just fools!" He Muqing asked with concern, "What now? He's already adapted to my style—after my meridians heal, even if we fight again, we might not gain an advantage." "Exactly," he said, "he's adapted to my style, but unfortunately, I haven't yet adapted to his." He shook his head, then his eyes lit up: "I can find some helpers! Qingya should be idle, and Lei Feng too. If not, we're still partners—surely they'll step in to help!" Shuyajing tilted her head: "But aren't they only responsible for managing the immortal realm? Shouldn't a magical invasion like this fall under their jurisdiction?" "Well," he paused for a few seconds, "they absolutely should. The demons have already launched attacks on the shamanic, wolf, and bloodline clans—how could they ignore the existence of the immortals? Besides, we've already had conflicts with them. So this is now a matter of the immortal realm. Even if Lei Feng doesn't take action, can Qingya really stay completely neutral?" Ignoring the demon chieftain's loud complaints outside, he pulled out the communication device left by Qingya and soon heard the voice of the beautiful inspector: "Qin Feng, what's up? Did you run out of stones last time? Tell me how much you've earned—I'd like to know my share!" Qin was slightly taken aback, then blushed and said, "Qingya, it's not this matter!" "What other matter is it? Did you not disturb me? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll knock you out!" The beautiful woman erupted, even having prepared to divide her wealth among her allies—yet it wasn't this. Qin wiped his sweat while explaining, "There's a group of beings who claim to be the magical race, arriving on Earth and causing widespread destruction and killings. They're currently causing chaos across Europe, and soon they'll reach Asia as well!" "What do you mean?" "They intend to launch an attack on Huaxia. I fought the leader of this magical race, but I wasn't able to hold my own—so I've come to request the Inspector's assistance... Wait, what do you mean?" Qin Feng's eyes widened in astonishment. "I haven't even finished speaking! To simply hang up someone's phone without giving them a chance to respond—that's utterly impolite. Didn't you learn this when you were young?" The three sisters stared at him with a rather unusual expression. You said Qingya wouldn't leave her room, didn't you? Yet here they are, not even giving me a chance to finish speaking. He chuckled awkwardly, "This is unexpected. Truly unexpected. Just look at me— I'll call her again, and she'll definitely come over to help. I'm certain of it."