The Huaxia people absolutely won't surrender. Of course, each individual might be as strong and resolute as steel, yet perhaps there are countless traitors scattered throughout the city. The Huaxia nation possesses advantages unmatched by any other country—first, its well-equipped modern weaponry; even the Europeans have managed to defeat over a hundred magical races, so the Huaxia people will surely do even better. Second, there is the powerful presence of the cultivators, an force that the magical races simply cannot overlook. As for the magical races hoping to gain any advantage over the Huaxia nation, it's nothing short of a dream. Qingya looked at him and said, "Then why don't you take advantage of the fact that the magical races are still here, and swiftly strike at their combat forces? Wouldn't that ease the burden on the Huaxia nation?" He narrowed his eyes and replied, "I certainly want to—I'd love to strike them all down at once, but is that even possible?" He pointed to his own nose and continued, "The Haotian Hammer is indeed powerful, but my spiritual energy is limited. Each time I can only defeat a few dozen, then I have to retreat into the small tripod to rest and replen "This approach is nothing short of pouring water into a drought-stricken field—no matter how tirelessly he works, even if he kills a thousand or two thousand demons every day, it won't make a significant difference to the outcome." "Oh, I wonder if the director has managed to secure reinforcements yet," the beautiful woman sighed. Qin Feng gently wrapped his arms around her waist and said, "I hope so. Otherwise, we'll have to settle for a whole bunch of unfortunate couples." "Unfortunate couples... what are you doing with your hands?" Qingya pushed her arm away and huffed, "Don't you think it's time to take advantage of the opportunity? You'll die if you don't!" "I'm your boyfriend, aren't I? Isn't it natural for lovers to be a bit intimate?" he said with a cheerful smile. Qingya widened her eyes: "When exactly did you become my boyfriend? I never knew. Qin, you're becoming more and more unruly. Today, I insist on having this settled—otherwise, we're not done yet." Qin, speaking seriously, replied, "When did you first meet Tao Xiang, how did you describe me back then?" "Hmm." The beautiful woman fell silent and wilted: "Can't he just make it up?" "But I took it seriously." "Can't you just not take it seriously?" she pleaded. "Of course," Qin Shao showed great grace, smiling. "When Tao Xiang shows up next time, I'll tell him the truth, okay?" "No," the woman sank further. "You have to help me with this." "Relax," Qin Feng kissed her forehead firmly and said, "How could I ever make you marry someone you don't like—someone who's even a 'milk-and-water' type?" "Ah, that's much better." "Of course. That's always been my philosophy—no matter how many times I have to hit my wife, I'll never let another man get a free ride." "Really?" A few minutes later, the two of them arrived at a scene of surrender in a Nordic nation renowned for its resilience since World War II. Yet now, a group of people emerged from their shelters, their once-prideful demeanor replaced entirely by fear—dusty, disheveled, and visibly shaken. Six dragon sharks circled above, encircling the group, while twelve large cockroaches, lined up in a row in the southern direction, along with their commanding officer, stood at attention. A mage warrior, towering over three meters, burst into laughter: "You said you'd fight to the last man just half an hour ago, over the radio, didn't you? And now, here you are, surrendering so quickly—doesn't that feel like a disgrace?" The number of white flags hanging from the site clearly indicates that the decision to surrender wasn't made just a minute ago. Politicians, accustomed to shifting their positions at will, had long been merely placating the public; now, even they had begun to deceive themselves. At the forefront was an elderly man in a tailcoat. He took a deep breath and said, "We have already decided to surrender. Please treat us with favor, as stipulated in the Geneva Convention. We deserve such treatment, and moreover, we are not soldiers—we are dignified individuals, and therefore even more so..." "Enough!" the warrior cut him off. "What treaty? I've never heard of it. Speak plainly!" He continued, "When a person decides to surrender, they have already forfeited their dignity. If they have already given it up, how can they expect others to grant it to them? Let me tell you the truth: anyone who dares to defy the魔族's orders will be executed, even if they surrender. Our creed is simple—those who follow us thrive; those who oppose us perish." The moment these words were spoken, everyone exchanged glances, their hopes dissolving like mist. The warrior went on, "Remember: you are a group of defeated ones, conquered by us. You are only fit to serve as our slaves." "What if we refuse?" "Another more courageous one asked. "Hmph. Then it's only death—not just yours, but everyone here will die," he said coldly. "Only if you follow our commands without fail will you have any chance of survival." Waves of anger, shame, and other emotions rippled through the crowd, yet knowing that resistance meant certain death, they all chose to bow. "Hahahaha! How truly humble the humans are! You thought yourselves so great, capable of dominating Earth—yet in our eyes, you're nothing more than ants, mere creatures who kneel and beg at our feet." The magical warrior began to laugh heartily. Suddenly, he stopped, saying, "Everyone—get on your knees! You have ten seconds. Anyone who refuses will die." Pfft... pfft... A group of people fell to their knees, though their eyes brimmed with tears and their hearts full of resentment. Still, more and more followed suit. "Ha ha ha..." The magical warrior continued to laugh. Sssss—A sharp, piercing sound rang out, startling him. It sounded familiar. A streak of dark light, trailing its flight path, sped toward them—there was an enemy! Before he could even call out, Hou Tian's hammer had already struck the first giant cockroach, and the chain of attacks followed swiftly, killing all of them—including the one standing atop the central cockroach, where he had been. The six dragon sharks' first instinct was to charge forward, but they were instantly struck by lightning descending from the sky, their massive bodies collapsing to the ground. People on the ground scrambled to take cover; some were crushed by falling magical warriors, emitting heart-stopping cries. Qingya moved first, swiftly inserting her sword into the left ear of one dragon shark and emerging through its right ear. This technique, learned from Qin Shao, was direct and effective—often ending the foe in a single move. She repeated it, swiftly dispatching the second dragon shark. But when she went in search of her third target, she found herself rather dismayed to see that the last four had been crushed to pulp—Qin Feng stood on the flying sword, smiling warmly at her. "Hmph. You never give me a chance to show off," she said, slightly irritated. "Hehe, I just wanted to make sure you didn't get tired. As a man, I naturally take on all the messy, tiring work." He smiled brightly.