As Qin Feng successfully eliminated the first Dragon Shark, Qingya, Isabella, and several other Overseers plunged into the exploding cloud. Undeniably, these smaller nuclear bursts proved invaluable—both the flying cockroaches and the Dragon Sharks had been thrown off balance, completely unprepared for anyone to charge in and deliver decisive blows. The command staff had not even noticed Qin Feng's team arriving; they only saw the fallen Dragon Sharks and large cockroach corpses landing, prompting cheers that they believed to be the attack team's achievements. Mirel issued a sharp command, ordering her Dragon Shark beneath her to advance. Though the cost had been high, she had successfully lured Qin Feng and the Overseers toward her, achieving her objective. At the same time, she issued an order: focus exclusively on this new group. The aerial battle raged fiercely. Mei Li's mount swished its tail, sending the oncoming Overseer flying, and now stood across from Qin Feng, her voice cold. "Young Qin, you've finally arrived." Qin's heart skipped a beat. It sounded like she'd been waiting specifically for him—the implication was clear: perhaps she'd been playing a waiting game all along. Damn it, now we're both heading in the same direction. He chuckled warmly. "Old friend of mine, you're being quite uncooperative. I've been diligently selecting a lovely spot in Europe, hoping you'd come and enjoy the scenery with me. Instead, you've turned up here, disappointing my sincere efforts." The formidable woman arched an eyebrow, her tone sultry. "Is that so? Then why didn't you inform me earlier? I suspect, however, that your invitation wasn't really about the scenery—you were after my life, weren't you?" "How could I possibly have such intentions or capabilities?" he replied, smiling brightly. "That makes sense." "Miss, she nodded cooperatively: 'I'm just standing still while you hit me—also, cough, cough...' She remembered the time she'd previously fumbled things up, nearly choking on her own words, so she couldn't bring herself to finish speaking. 'Hahaha,' Qin Shao laughed freely, 'I can prove to you that you're capable of doing this. But, as for your old flame, choosing to act against Chinese people—this is quite unwise.' Mili suppressed her irritation, feigning genuine interest and asked, 'Oh, why so?' Qin Shao spoke deliberately: 'Because your actions have touched my personal底线. In Europe, you can do anything—commit murders, set fires—and I wouldn't mind at all. But you shouldn't have come here, shouldn't have acted against them.' Of course, he hadn't minded—having done such things himself many times before. But now, it was the Chinese people who were suffering. Loyalty to one's country was something every ordinary person should naturally possess. He often says that he's frustrated with certain government and party practices, but that doesn't diminish his love for the nation and its people, because he is a Chinese at heart. The female dragon queen coldly remarked, "I didn't expect you to still be a patriot. I've already begun taking action against the Chinese nation. Now that we have grievances, let's settle them—let's go!" "As you wish," Qin Feng simultaneously crushed dozens of talismans and launched himself at his opponent. "Trivial tactics," Meili lightly waved her long spear, finding such a form of attack utterly weak in her eyes. Qin Feng certainly knew this—he was employing a feint, drawing attention away from his true strategy, which was yet to unfold. While the enemy's focus was engaged, he silently launched two small nuclear missiles. The missiles arced gracefully to the left and right, appearing suddenly on either side of Meili's body. When she realized what was happening, it was already too late to react—then came a tremendous roar as two missiles exploded simultaneously, instantly engulfing her body in flames. The immense force of the blast sent her body flying backward; before she could steady herself, another two missiles streaked in,轰轰—. You're not strong? You're not assertive? Now what? Qin Shao always deployed two launch tubes each time, and by now he had used eight missiles, relentlessly pursuing her. In the span of moments, he had blown her out over ten kilometers, finally crashing her body against a stone wall. "Ah…" blood trickled from her lips. She was indeed strong, but even an ant colony can eventually overwhelm an elephant. A single nuclear blast might not pose a serious threat to her, but two, three, seven, eight—how could she withstand that? She felt pain in every part of her body. This was the first time since her promotion to a senior magical race rank that she had sustained such severe injuries. On the other side, the troops suffered heavy casualties. Under the leadership of Qingya and Isabella, the inspectors employed a relentless array of attack tactics, relentlessly wearing down the giant cockroaches and dragon sharks until they were left utterly battered. Below them, Chinese soldiers eager to prove themselves launched surprise missile salvos, further disorienting the already struggling magical forces. Cheers erupted continuously within the command center, as the long-suppressed troops finally found their moment of relief. Seeing the situation growing dire, Mirel struggled to rise from the stone crater she had created, shouting, "Everyone, retreat!" It was not yet time to fight to the last breath—though she knew, deep down, that even if she did, she would ultimately prevail. But there were more pressing matters at hand that required immediate attention. Qingya soon added, "The magical forces are retreating—don't let them escape. Eliminate them completely." "Understood," the inspectors responded, launching a pursuit of the fleeing enemies. Half an hour later, the battlefield remained shrouded in smoke. The commander, accompanied by his staff, emerged from the sturdy command post to visit and comfort the soldiers. A young wounded soldier was deeply moved, gripping the commander's hand and asking, "Sir, those people who walk with long swords—they're coming to help us, aren't they? Are they gods?" The commander smiled and replied, "They're here to help us. They're not gods—they're cultivators." "That's wonderful!" the young soldier exclaimed, not even noticing the blood still seeping from his wounds. "With cultivators helping us, we'll surely defeat the demonic forces." "Exactly," the commander said warmly. "Everyone just saw how easily the cultivators drove the demons away. Their defeat is now within reach. You just need to focus on recovering your strength and be ready to make new contributions on the battlefield." At once, the morale of the troops soared. Pffft... Qin Feng stepped forward on the flying sword, asking, "You must be the army commander, right? I'm Qin Feng, a member of the Special Operations Team." "Ah, so you're General Qin," the commander beamed, saluting him warmly. "We were truly fortunate that you arrived in time; otherwise, we would have suffered a major setback." The commander was a full general, bearing three stars, yet he willingly saluted a junior officer who wasn't even wearing uniform and held only the rank of lieutenant general—this already spoke volumes.