Qi Ying, carrying deep resentment, vanished from Qin Feng's sight. She felt their collaboration had been a mistake, despite the tangible benefits to be gained. As for whether Qin Feng would pull any tricks when the year-end dividends were distributed—no one could guarantee that. Yet the situation had already taken shape. Could they truly terminate the partnership? That would surely mean greater losses. Nothing could be more tragic: knowing full well she was heading straight into a pit, yet still pressing deeper instead of decisively pulling back. Soon, she found the demon lord. A large, muscular man stood atop the head of a flying cricket, swinging his long sword and shouting, "Give it your all! We must finish this city within ten minutes, then move on to the next!" The female inspector furrowed her brow. In her memory, demons were always unattractive. Yet this one bore a striking human appearance. Had they, too, undergone some form of evolution? Scotty felt someone watching him, so he sharply turned around. When he saw a stunningly beautiful woman, he was instantly stunned. Qingya wore a long yellow gown, her sleeves fluttering gently as she hovered mid-air, her face adorned with a frosty calm, her brows furrowed in concentration—so delicate and graceful that it stirred a deep sense of compassion. "Who are you?" he asked, his grip on the hilt of his sword loosening slightly, as he was struck by her beauty. The beautiful监察使 replied, "You're the leader of the magical race—the one who claims to be a renowned warrior of the magic realm." Though Scotty wasn't particularly sharp-minded, he caught the essence of her words and his expression changed immediately. "So you're one of Qin Feng's assistants, aren't you?" He had only told Qin Feng that he was a celebrated warrior of the magical race. Since this person could mention that detail, there had to be a connection with Qin Feng. "Then what? You don't need to know my name—because you're about to die right now," Qingya said, already preparing for an attack. "Hahaha, you Chinese cultivators aren't very strong—your ability to talk big is simply outstanding!" Scotty laughed heartily, shaking his long sword in the air. "Little girl, don't cry when I hit you later!" "Me? Cry? Seriously, you're the one who's crying!" the beautiful Inspector snapped. "Besides, I'm not even a Chinese cultivator. You're just plain snobbish—here's your turn!" She immediately summoned her most powerful artifact, and instantly lightning flashed and thunder roared, with fifteen bolts of lightning striking the opponent simultaneously. Scotty's eyes widened in astonishment—clearly, the girl was far more formidable than Qin Feng had been. The young man had only managed a few slender lightning strikes before, but now there were fifteen, each thick and powerful. Crack... crack... crack... Unable to dodge, after being struck by the first lightning, his agility significantly diminished, allowing him to gracefully absorb the subsequent strikes. Qingya certainly wouldn't pause merely because he had been hit; instead, she accelerated and summoned her second divine artifact, lightly opening her lips to say, "Ling Fei Sword Formation." Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh... The artifact glowed briefly, then thirty-six flying swords materialized out of thin air, forming an unusual sword formation. Six swords grouped together attacked from different angles. Each sword emitted a sharp, piercing sound as it shot forward, creating a deafening chorus of noise. Scotty simply couldn't avoid them—first, he had been severely struck by lightning, which drastically reduced his agility, and second, these swords were imbued with spirit. Whenever he attempted to dodge, they instantly responded on the other side. Clang, clang… pffft… The flying swords struck Scotty, sending sparks flying. His newly commissioned armor, only recently put into service, was torn to shreds, and his body bore more than a dozen severe wounds. Qingya moved faster, determined not to give him any chance to react. With one hand raised in a gesture of throwing a spear, she declared, "Fire Dragon Spear." A flaming spear over four meters long materialized from the air and shot forth, guided by the grace of her hands. Pffft… With no chance to defend himself, Scotty was pierced in the abdomen by the spear. The immense force sent him reeling backward until he crashed against the stone wall, pinned firmly by the spear, his head bowed, hands pressed to his stomach. The surrounding giant crabs grew restless, just as before—having been instructed not to intervene. Yet now, watching their lord appear to be slain, they could only watch helplessly. A smile played on Qingya's graceful features—only three moves, and she had easily defeated Qin Feng's formidable demon lord, a mere breeze. "He's so weak," she murmured, shaking her head. "It's hard to believe Qin Feng, the one so confident, could be driven to his knees by such a mere figure. How is it possible that a demon lord, sent as a vanguard, could be so outmatched? It seems the legends about the demon race aren't all that impressive. With such limited prowess, they dare to invade Earth?" As soon as the flame spear touched the ground, the flames instantly went out and the length shrank dramatically, transforming into a golden hairpin only about fifteen centimeters long. "You thought I was dead, didn't you?" Scotty smiled with a deeply thoughtful expression. "You believed I had lost all my strength, didn't you, the cultivator? Let me tell you the truth—those previous attacks were nothing more than gentle tickles to me." "Really?" The beautiful inspector raised an eyebrow, her gaze fixed on the wound on his abdomen. Indeed, the wound was nothing short of striking in its severity—it was not only a penetrating injury but also marked by high-temperature burns. "You'll believe this," Scotty smiled, as the wound began to heal rapidly. Within just a few seconds, it was completely restored—so fast that, if not for the circular hole remaining in his armor, even Qingya herself would have doubted whether he had truly been injured at all. Her expression gradually grew more serious. He was truly formidable. The surrounding large crickets all looked delighted, their master still alive. "A cultivator, it's now my turn to launch the attack. I hope you won't let me down," he said, extending his hand—his long sword automatically returned to his palm—and with a simple slash, sent forth two beams of spiritual energy.