The large crickets beneath the ice launched a vigorous counterattack, yet they were no match for the Overseers. In the distance, Costi hid behind a protruding mass of solid ice, murmuring to himself in bewilderment, "I simply can't understand why the General would do this. The settlement is nearly complete—why would he voluntarily hand it over to the cultivators? Has his head been turned by a donkey's body?" Although constructing the base beneath the ice was time-consuming and labor-intensive, the diligent crickets had managed to complete over 90% of the work in just one week. According to schedule, all construction tasks should be finished before sunset today. Yet, at this crucial moment, Mei Li made a decision that seemed utterly inexplicable to Costi. He was deeply dissatisfied. If the construction were completed today, a connection with the magical realm could be established by tomorrow noon, enabling the transmission of more magical beings to launch a full-scale assault on humanity. The opportunity had slipped away, right before their eyes. And it was he himself who had personally ruined this base, adding to the previous one—now two bases lost. Should this news reach the ears of the magical race's peers, he would surely become the subject of ridicule, making his path to promotion to the rank of general even more difficult. "Who do you think has had their head kicked by a donkey?" a cold voice resonated behind him. Familiar. It had already sent a shiver down his spine. It was Meili—yes, Meili. Clearly, after visiting the Chinese realm once, she had come to view even such a lovable creature as a donkey—not merely something that could be endearingly cute, but often prone to being eccentric and clumsy, typically used to describe people in a negative light. "Subordinate, subordinate, I am truly at fault," the man quickly turned and knelt, "I should not have presumed upon the general's intentions. It is I who am at fault. Please, forgive me." The beautiful magical woman chuckled coldly, "At a time when I need capable personnel, how could I possibly reprimand you?" "Thank you, General, for not holding me accountable. I'll certainly...," this man kept expressing his loyalty, which was a very effective strategy. However, Meili interrupted him: "Enough. You've already been promised no punishment if you're not blamed—so why all this unnecessary chatter? Go right now and rescue the large cockroaches who are currently drowning in their suffering." "Ah," Costi's mouth hung open, murmuring, "to send me to my death is better than to punish me at all." "What did you just say?" the beautiful woman demanded sharply. "I'll immediately rush over and fight the cultivators to save my subordinates," he quickly replied. Once the fool had left, she sighed lightly: "Your mission has been fulfilled, so there's no longer any need for you to survive. Of course, if you manage to escape all those cultivators, I'll be genuinely pleased. You've improved, but you still fall far short of my expectations. Since I can't cure your inherent clumsiness, it's better for you to simply die." "Costi knew he wouldn't make it if he charged forward, yet defying the general's orders would mean certain death—and a tarnished reputation. So he chose to die on the battlefield. "Damn Chinese! Take your lives!" he shouted, waving his long sword. Qin glanced back and smiled: "This guy must've been injected with adrenaline—he used to hide behind during the previous battles, never stepping forward. This time, he's truly courageous. I'll take him on today—I'll handle him." "I'm coming. You won't take me out of the game," Qingya said. "Why not?" Qin asked, his eyes narrowing. It should have been the superior demanding recognition from the subordinate, not the other way around. This was something he had to firmly defend. "You owe me," the beautiful Inspector insisted, her teeth clenched. "If you dare challenge me, I'll fight you to the finish." Qin immediately stepped back: "Head, please." The woman huffed, holding seven or eight magical artifacts, and stepped forward. That's what a true magnate is—right there, in front of him. The giant cockroaches were utterly eliminated, and the inspectors, under the leadership of Lei Feng, surrounded Qingya and Kostis who were still engaged in fierce combat. Kostis' original strength had been superior to Qingya's, but under these circumstances, his performance inevitably diminished—he knew instinctively that as soon as he gained the upper hand, Qingya's allies would intervene. Crack... A boulder struck Kostis in the abdomen, causing him immense pain as he bent double, resembling a large shrimp. Crack... Thunder... Qingya secured successive victories, growing more resolute with each passing moment, yet Lei Feng's expression grew concerned. Though Qingya now held a complete advantage, it would take at least half an hour of such attacks to bring Kostis down. The magical beings' resilience—surviving even nuclear explosions—had already demonstrated the challenge. It seemed clear that more reinforcements were needed; it was time to lend a hand. Seizing the moment, Lei Feng clenched his right hand firmly behind his back, murmuring softly, "Seize the Dragon Technique." Costi suddenly lost control of his body, stunned. At that very moment, Qingya's sword swooped down from above and struck precisely at his neck. Crackle—his thick neck was severed, and his large head separated from his shoulders. "Hahahaha! I've won!" Qingya shouted with delight. Behind the solid ice, Meili's face revealed a mysterious smile. "Now's my chance," she murmured. Leaping up from the ice surface, her body soared through the air like a soaring eagle, charging directly at Lei Feng, who was completely unprepared. The elder had been fully focused on Costi, secretly aiding him without letting Qingya know, so he failed to sense the threat approaching from behind. Qin Feng, in his peripheral vision, caught the fleeting figure in the air and realized the danger, quickly shouting, "There's an enemy!" But before he could finish his words, Meili had already powerfully kicked the elder—so strong that he was sent flying into the air, completely unprepared. Pfft... The elder man spewed a large gush of blood into the air, his body crashing uncontrollably onto the ice, sustaining serious injuries. The various inspectors were stunned; some rushed toward the Director, while others launched attacks on Meili. "Unwise," the beautiful magical being declared, raising her silver lance. Several beams of white light instantly enveloped the four who had charged forward. "Director!" Qingya cried out, nearly fainting as Meili approached. The four inspectors were effortlessly slain, meeting their end with both bodies and spirits vanishing. Meili proudly remarked, "It's a good trade—replacing one base with Earth's finest team. Today, none of you will make it out alive. You'll all perish." As she spoke, two more inspectors were eliminated. "What should we do?" Isabella asked. "Just run," Qin Shao replied, offering a straightforward answer. With such formidable opponents and their most capable fighters already fallen, there was no sense in staying put—running was the only sensible choice. All the living inspectors, along with Lei Feng and Qing Ya, had their bodies grow ethereal. Yet even under these circumstances, three unfortunate ones were struck by the white light.