Since the battle began, it has always been Qin Shao responsible for cutting down the lives of the demonic forces. Qingya has mostly just summoned lightning—she's done very little else. As the official Inspector of the Surveillance Office, she naturally doesn't want to remain merely supportive. Therefore, this demonic warrior must be dealt with by her. Qin Feng isn't unwilling to give her the credit; he simply believes that a young lady should not be constantly engaged in combat. Tasks like plundering and killing should be left to men. But when he realized what was happening, the young Inspector's sword had already launched swiftly. A flash of light, and the demonic warrior's large head separated from his neck, soaring high before landing and rolling slowly to one side. It took several seconds before the lifeless body finally collapsed. "Chief, you've moved way too quickly," Qin Shao said, eyes wide. "What's the point of that if I'm not going to have any time to show off?" She gave Qin Shao a withering look and sniffed, "Your Hao Tian hammer is simply too impressive. From now on, don't monopolize all the performance opportunities—understand?" "Alright," he sighed, "I see my mistake. I shouldn't have competed with the supervisor for recognition. By the way, head, do you think there will be a second wave of the magical race coming?" The woman furrowed her brows, "I actually find it strange. Given Mili's deep understanding of us, she shouldn't have sent just a small contingent—wouldn't that be equivalent to sending people to die? Her intelligence should be far from that low." "You're absolutely right," he said, glancing at the bodies scattered all over the ground. "I deliberately released my aura earlier, and she must have made the correct judgment right away. I suspect, however, that this might have been intentional on her part." The woman raised an eyebrow, "How so?" "He analyzed: 'These fellows just arrived from the Realm of Magic—they must be seasoned troops, seasoned warriors. Mili is deliberately giving them a stern welcome, making them realize from the very start that we're not easy to intimidate. This way, they'll better understand our resolve and be more receptive to our management going forward.' Qingya nodded: 'Then what's your plan? Don't tell me you've got none. You're known for striking when others are vulnerable—how could you possibly miss such a golden opportunity?' He chuckled: 'You really know me well. Didn't you notice the two kisses just now? I thought that physical closeness would strengthen our bond—why didn't I do it sooner? Ha ha!' The elegant Monitor blushed, her eyes wide with a touch of embarrassment: 'Don't go on with your nonsense, Qin. I'm warning you—should you dare to mention this, I'll fight you to the end.' Qin gave a shrug, thinking, 'Will people not find out if I don't speak? Well, then, the paper can't hold the fire.'" At the base, Qingya maintained a calm and composed expression. The battle far away had already concluded—without needing to guess, she knew the outcome: the entire magical force had been wiped out. The commander of the knights was drenched in cold sweat. He had issued the combat orders just moments before, which meant he now had to take full responsibility for this failure. He had originally believed conquering Earth would be a straightforward task, given that humanity was a weak species. But now it seemed far from simple. With careful hesitation, he asked, "General Meili, what should we do now?" "Now I understand the strength of humanity," she replied in a calm tone. "Know... know that..." he murmured, his head bowed. The female demon had achieved her objective. She saw no need to further trouble these troops, as they would undoubtedly play a crucial role in the eventual conquest of humanity. Thus, she said, "In fact, it's not that serious. The cultivators are indeed impressive, but their numbers are limited. Those who have reached the highest levels of mastery are even rarer—so we need not be overly concerned." "My subordinate will certainly follow the General's lead—whatever you say, I shall do." The warrior leader had learned from his experience; he was deeply grateful that Meili had not punished him, though the battle had been only a minor setback. After all, it had been the first major engagement for the entire force, and it had significantly impacted morale. Meili smiled and spoke with confidence, "Our first priority is to conquer Europe, and demonstrate the true strength of the magical race to people in other nations, so that they will feel genuine fear and will never dare to oppose us. As for those petty performers among the cultivators, I will personally handle them. You all prepare yourselves and take responsibility for specific regions. No matter the level of resistance you encounter, your single, unwavering objective will be one word: 'kill.' " "Understood," the warriors of the magical race responded in unison. To stabilize the morale, she deliberately avoided mentioning the enemy right beside them—simultaneously, she unconsciously believed that Qin Feng wouldn't be foolish enough to go out of his way to trouble an entire army of wu-mages. After all, a swarm of ants can sometimes overwhelm an elephant; how could a mere cultivator possibly dare to make such a bold move? She didn't know that Qin was someone who always defied expectations. After concealing their aura, the two reached a spot just under one kilometer from the wu-mage army, where the vast numbers of wu-mages formed in groups. Though they had seen them clearly through the telescope before, the sight grew increasingly awe-inspiring as they drew closer. Qin remained composed, drawing out the Haotian Hammer and preparing to channel his spiritual energy inward. Qingya tugged at his sleeve: "You're not going to just deliver one decisive blow, are you? I must admit your hammer is impressive, but such a strike—what impact could it possibly have on the enemy? Just one percent, or one-thousandth? It would be like a feather in the wind." "He has his own opinions. 'Even if we just kill one, it's better than leaving it to plague us. Eliminating an enemy's fighting strength—that's the essence of warfare. Niu'er, there's still so much you need to learn,' he said. 'Hmph, as if you know all there is to know!' she replied, with a touch of irritation. 'Remember what you just said—no one should show themselves.' 'Well, then, after I strike once, the magical race will surely launch a major counteroffensive. You're to unleash lightning to block their advance and create the opportunity for our retreat.' 'Understood. I'll take that task.' Since what comes next is said to be a one-time, decisive move, Qin Feng has no intention of holding back. He calmly channels all the remaining spiritual energy within him into the Haotian Hammer. The once-black hammer now glows with a subtle sheen—a change brought about by the surge of spiritual energy." Once the last strand of spiritual energy had entered, he suddenly leaped up from his hiding place, exerting every ounce of strength to hurl the Haotian Hammer forward. "Who's there?" Mei Li immediately noticed, propelling herself off the ground with a kick and launching into the air. Hmph— The Haotian Hammer sped through the air, continuously expanding in size. "It's an attack—evade immediately!" she ordered. Evading was no easy task. With so many demonic beings crammed into such a compact base, and each one so large and imposing, there was simply no time to react in the blink of an eye. Thud— The Haotian Hammer struck the first demon, piercing like a sharp nail, driving deep into his body.