The quartet soon reached the skies above a certain place in Europe. Looking out, they saw a scene they had already witnessed many times along the way. What began as shock, then settled into calm, and eventually became a composed, steady demeanor—now completely familiar to them. The Magi's actions stirred a growing sense of righteous indignation. Roads were choked with fleeing crowds; many vehicles, deprived of fuel, were left abandoned along the roadside. Some roads bore the marks of Magi assaults—scattered bodies and craters from explosions dotting the landscape. Though Li Feng had grown accustomed to such scenes, he still expressed his frustration: "These people are going too far. Don't they remember the fate of the ancient divine-magical war?" "Qin Feng said, 'All that happened over ten thousand years ago. As the saying goes, once the scar has healed, the pain is forgotten. It's quite lucky that they've only now launched an attack on humanity—really, they've done remarkably well. Director, I can see several large cockroaches and several large eels drifting in the sky ahead. Mei Li must be among them.' The elder frowned: 'Those are dragon sharks—far more formidable than the flying cockroaches. With them, Qingya and Isabella should be able to handle things quite well. As for you, Qin Feng, you should focus on the cockroaches.' Qin Feng looked genuinely embarrassed: 'Me? Not even capable of handling them?' 'You'd better be more cautious,' the elder said earnestly, his expression revealing no trace of dismissal. Yet Qin Feng still found it hard to accept. Why should everyone else go after the eels while I'm stuck just dealing with the cockroaches?" Qingya sensed his growing dissatisfaction and smiled, saying, "It's just that the revolution requires different divisions of labor—someone has to deal with the cockroaches. We can't all go after the dragon sharks and completely ignore the cockroaches, can we?" "Alright," he nodded. "It's just a few cockroaches. I'll handle them in a flash." With the tasks arranged, the four of them took off toward the area. Meli, who was in command of the battle, suddenly gave a slight upward curve to her lips and murmured to herself, "Finally, Qin's young man has arrived. Hmm... but there are four of them now, and one of them is particularly strong—likely a specially invited helper." She didn't need to turn around at all to sense both the number and the quality of the arrivals. She was familiar with the presence of three of them—without a doubt, Qin Feng and the two girls. As for the fourth person—though strong, he hadn't yet reached the point of making her feel truly afraid. It wasn't until the four of them were within less than three hundred meters of her that she spoke up. "Qin Feng, you've been hiding here for so many days—have you been healing? If so, then that's my fault. Last time, I truly shouldn't have dealt with you so severely." Qin, flushed with indignation, replied, "Don't inflate your own importance. My injuries have long since healed. Do you really think you're that impressive?" "Well, if your injuries have indeed healed, that's wonderful—I've been deeply regretting it for quite some time." With a graceful turn, she faced him, her eyes blazing with intensity, continuing, "If you've already recovered, then why haven't you come to see me? Ah, I see—it's because you've been afraid of me, haven't you? So you've been hesitant to step forward." "Nonsense! How could I possibly be afraid of you?" Qin insisted, now stubborn as a duck with its beak closed. "Hah, hah, hah," she laughed softly. "Then why haven't you appeared at all? Didn't you even request that I become your Holy Queen last time? You've refused to see me— Lei Feng thought the female demon race was indeed extraordinarily alluring—thankfully, his own composure remained strong, unaffected at all. The beautiful demon woman soon turned her gaze to the elder, her bright eyes sparkling as she said, "Who exactly is this handsome elder? Is he one of the helpers you've brought in? Surely you must be quite remarkable, otherwise how would Qin Feng have asked you to step forward?" "Indeed," Lei Feng replied with pride. "Demon race, I urge you to leave Earth immediately with your subordinates. As for the events that have transpired, I will overlook them entirely..." Qin Feng immediately fixed his glare on the elder—didn't he just claim not to be affected at all? Now he's suddenly becoming sentimental. Feeling the two intense glares passing over him, the elder quickly adjusted his tone, saying, "I'm doing this out of goodwill for your first offense. But if you refuse, then tomorrow at this very hour will be your funeral day." "The beautiful fairy queen laughed even more freely: 'Uncle, you're so dignified—I'm truly afraid. I didn't want to trouble the humans at all. Everything I've done has been strictly according to orders from above. If I don't follow through, there's no choice but to die. If I return with my people, I'd likely have no place to be buried. Would you be willing to witness such a fate?' 'I can't bear it... cough, cough...' The elder quickly changed his tone. 'Then your matter is entirely separate from mine. If you refuse my advice, you'll die too—so think carefully about that yourself.' Qin Shao nearly lost his patience. How could it be possible that someone who came all the way from ten thousand miles to Earth specifically to rule this world and subjugate humanity would simply give up because of a few words from you? In Qin Shao's view, there was no need for any further words—he should simply go straight up and defeat Mei Li, making her submit right away." Regarding the Director's actions, Qingya also felt deeply dissatisfied. However, the Director is accustomed to being courteous before taking action—this is simply part of his nature, something no one can change. Mei Li smiled again and again, her once graceful demeanor gradually replaced by coldness. With a gentle lift of her lips, she said, "Since both of us are going to die, I naturally prefer to die in battle. At least that way, my death will carry some dignity, won't it, Uncle?" "Very well, then—I shall grant you that." Lei Feng replied firmly. "Wait a moment," the beautiful magical being raised a hand to pause, asking, "Before the battle begins, we should at least introduce ourselves, so that the one who dies doesn't even know who it is that claims their life. I am Mei Li, a general-level magical being. And you, Uncle?" "Uncle...咳,咳... I am the Director of the Inspection Bureau of the Immortal Realm. I am Lei Feng." The man clearly had his mind influenced by her presence. Mei Li's eyes brightened. "Ah, the Lei Feng of China—the one who does good deeds without seeking recognition." Qin's face turned dark. Honestly, how deeply does the Magus know the Chinese nation? You've only been on Earth for a few days, and most of your activities have been confined to Europe—how do you know so much about Lei Feng? He really wanted to ask, "Do you know what Comrade Mao Zedong wrote about Comrade Lei Feng?" Let me tell you—'Born great, died great'—ah, wait, wasn't that Liu Hulan's quote? Undeniably, Qin has also been influenced. As for Mr. Lei Feng, his face was nearly turning green. Having quietly run a jewelry business in China for so many years, he deeply knew who Lei Feng was—and this wasn't the first time he'd had a mishap. With a sudden flare of anger, he said, "I am the Director of the Supervision Bureau. I have absolutely no connection with that gentleman who consistently does good deeds without seeking recognition, yet always records them in his diary. You, as a magical being, already know who I am—let's begin the battle."