Upon hearing that the matter of confronting the demonic race is closely tied to Qingya, Tao Chao immediately agreed without hesitation—setting traps for those with lower intelligence was simply too straightforward. With a cheerful smile, he bowed to Qin Feng and said, "Sorry about that—just misunderstood your point. I'd like to sincerely apologize." Qin Feng, being very generous, waved his hand and said, "It's all right. I'm someone with a broad perspective. We're all here to help Qingya, so there's no need to be overly formal. Though we're currently rivals in love, I'd like to share something with you—then we can compete on an equal footing." Tao Chao was deeply moved, tears nearly welling up. Who would have thought that in this day and age, good people were still so plentiful—right here, there was a truly admirable one. Qin Feng earnestly added, "What I'd like to emphasize is that the task of eliminating the demonic race falls under the jurisdiction of the Inspection Office. The Director, Lei Feng, has sustained serious injuries and is currently recovering. Therefore, this responsibility now rests squarely on Qingya's shoulders—this is precisely the opportunity for both of us to shine." Chen Jie's eyes lit up as he grasped Qin's hand and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Qin. Thank you for sharing such an important update with me. Please rest assured—I will do my very best." "Together, we shall strive for the same." The mutual inspiration between the two left Qingya a few paces away feeling quite nauseated. Thus, Tao Xiang found himself unexpectedly drawn into the war effort, not only without receiving a single cent in salary, but also having to pay out his own funds. Once they became comrades-in-arms in the same trench, it was only fair that they share both blessings and hardships. His very first act was to present his personally carried elixirs to Qin Feng. Elixirs, after all, are no ordinary items—being the son of the Master of the Immortal Cauldron, the elixirs he carried were of the highest grade. It would be wise to return them to Lin Caiwei and the other ladies for study, and ideally, to even replicate them. As for his magical artifacts, Chen Jie hadn't been foolish enough to simply hand them over casually—indeed, Qin Shao had hoped he would be that simple. To prevent Qingya from feeling nauseated, he added, "Hua Hua, we're currently in fair competition, and this is also a crucial moment for our efforts against the magical race. I don't want anyone to create additional pressure on Qingya in any other aspect—what do you think?" Chen Jie nodded his head. "Rest assured, I'll absolutely not put pressure on Yaya. Until I help her complete her tasks, I'll never interfere with her in any other way." Ha ha, what a great young man—then I'm truly at ease. ... The leader of the magical race's warriors reported in full detail to the King of the Magical Realm all the events that have occurred over the past few days. As Mei Li had anticipated, the King of the Magical Realm initially paid no attention. Now, finally believing in what has happened on Earth, he has agreed to immediately organize additional troops and dispatch them to the battlefield. At this moment, Chen Jie, the brother-in-arms, stepped forward once again, and a fierce clash erupted between the two sides. Qin Feng and Qingya seized the opportunity, leading several inspectors to swiftly dismantle the enemy's forward base. Subsequently, several smaller skirmishes took place, each resulting in mutual losses. However, overall, the magical forces were suffering. Their force of over ten thousand had dwindled to just sixty percent, and this number continues to decline. As the commander of this army, Mei Li expressed growing concern. The only source of comfort for her was the decisive victory achieved on the African front, where, under the supervision of hundreds of magical officers, the European-led army advanced with unstoppable momentum, prompting numerous African nations to surrender. A larger force, composed of people of diverse ethnicities, now set its sights on the Americas. The Americans are now panicking. In fact, even when Europe first suffered heavy blows, they had already been so terrified they were trembling with fear. But upon hearing that the next major target of the magical forces would be Asia and Africa, a new wave of excitement and revelry swept through them. Only now do they fully realize that they are about to face an army of several million. As a nation bordered by two oceans, though they boast strong naval and air forces, their future remains uncertain. While they could confidently face a large human army, no matter how numerous, their current challenge is the magical forces. The Americans now appear subdued, and when compared to the consistently resolute Chinese, their relative strength is immediately evident. Miree poured a bottle of exceptionally costly red wine into her stomach and, with a casual toss, let it shatter on the floor. Since Europe's conquest, the ordinary citizens have presented her with various luxurious items. To drink red wine was no longer a luxury—using the finest red wine for bathing was simply a matter of course. Her eyes were a bit red, and she issued a firm command: "Launch a full-scale offensive, securing central, western, and southern Asia within a short timeframe. The initial wave will not accept surrender—focus on thoroughly destroying all cities of medium size and above." She realized a crucial point: every minute delayed meant several, if not dozens, of her subordinates falling victim to the poison, whether in active operations or during rest and recuperation—this outcome was unavoidable. Given that, let the destruction continue without restraint, for stronger reinforcements were on the way, and the casualty numbers would no longer be critical. Moreover, whether it's the lord's father or the mother tiger's mother, both have treated him with great affection, truly treating him like a precious treasure. Yet, despite being such a cherished one, he was easily deceived by Qin Feng with just a few words into becoming a laborer—without even receiving wages, and regularly having his precious elixirs and, in fact, most of his magical artifacts (except those of family heirloom status) taken away. Qin Shao, upon arriving, did not simply claim all these items for himself; instead, he generously gifted them to the inspectors, resulting in a complete refresh of their personal equipment—especially in terms of flying swords and magical tools, which saw a significant upgrade. Each person also received a substantial number of life-saving elixirs, ensuring that as long as they weren't instantly killed by their enemies, they had a good chance of surviving. To this, the elder expressed profound admiration, saying, "Little Qin Feng, now that you've brought Chen Jie over, you've effectively secured the backing of the Xianhu Palace. Even if Chen Jie isn't harmed by the demonic forces, if he's badly beaten, the Xianhu Palace will absolutely not remain indifferent." "What else needs to be said? With the Xianhu Palace's influence in the heavenly realm, the main thing will be that everyone knows their favorite nephew has been defeated by the demonic forces—so they'll surely invite numerous celestial allies to avenge him. That way, the entire heavenly realm will be mobilized. Qin Shao smiled modestly and said, 'I never really thought much about it. At first, I just wanted Tao Xiang to serve as a free-laborer without charge. I never expected such a positive outcome. Honestly, he's just so well-qualified—there's no way around it.'"