Hearing Qin Feng's words, she felt eager. Among the group, only three could face the demonic forces head-on: Qin Feng, Isabella, and herself. From the very beginning, Qin, the young noble, had requested that the beautiful instructor be responsible for the safety of the other sisters, making it unlikely that she would step forward to engage the enemy directly. Thus, only these two remained. She was particularly eager—though she had only been appointed as deputy captain this time, she didn't want to miss the chance to showcase her abilities. As for the cultivators, each one wore a look of tension. Roar—roar—roar… Eventually, a clear explosion sound reached them from afar. The sound indicated that the demonic forces were still at least several dozen kilometers away. In fact, the demons' advance pace had already been quite swift. After securing the Korean kingdom, they were surprised to find that such a developed nation had such a relatively underdeveloped neighbor. Two nations name the same language—yet the gap between them seems so vast. Looking at the cities in ruins, even the magical races hesitate to take further damage, for truly, there's little worth destroying—some areas, though they boast tall buildings, clearly appear to be mere façades. Thus, the magical race can obliterate an entire city of the Three-Pan countries in just one-fifth of the time. Compared to the devastating scenes when their neighbors were attacked, this side fares much better, since most of the population lives in rural areas, farming the land, with sparse urban populations and unusually quiet streets. Moreover, the boundary between cities and countryside is not clearly defined—just a few quick steps are enough for people to calmly evacuate the battlefield. The magical race, proud of its noble status, naturally does not hesitate to target rural settlements. Qingya eagerly suggests, "Qin Feng, let's charge in and attack." "No need to rush," Qin says with a cheerful smile, maintaining a composed, calm demeanor. "We don't need to rush." "Then how could that work?" she immediately countered. "The terrain from that side is flat and open—within a blink, the enemy will reach our territory. We must defend them at the very gates of our nation." "At the very gates of our nation?" Qin Shao asked in surprise. "When did you become a citizen of the Huaxia nation?" "Just now. Isn't that enough?" the beautiful Inspector said, her voice rising with frustration. He smiled and nodded. "Very well. We'll defend at the gates. Let's set off right away. While we're at it, let the people of the Sanpang nation, bathed in the golden sunlight, see firsthand what kind of strength the Huaxia people truly possess—so they won't feel as proud and self-satisfied as the Japanese people do." With that, he stepped onto his flying sword and ascended into the sky, while Qingya had already flown over a hundred meters ahead. The young women formed a defensive formation as instructed, with Isabella positioned at the center, able to oversee all directions. Fang Yang asked with some concern, "Sister Sha, won't there be any issues if both my husband and Qingya take "The beautiful instructor smiled, 'Relax. They'll be working in tandem—only attacking, never being attacked. After all, Xiao Feng's so slippery; when faced with danger, if he can't fight, he'll simply run away.'" As they spoke, the two had already spotted a magical being angrily venting its fury against a small city. The magical being had marched on unopposed, each city it encountered being small and sparsely populated, making the battles utterly uneventful. Originally, such targets were hardly worth the effort—yet with no larger objectives in sight, they had simply had to endure. With the explosion, the small city quickly turned into ruins. Qingya sighed, "These people are simply lacking in taste. Couldn't they have chosen a bigger target? Do they really believe that even a fly is meat?" Qin Shao shrugged, thinking to herself that while they certainly wanted a grander target, none seemed available. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go—let's strike!" She was already eager to produce the Thunder Pearl. Alright, then—He raised the Haotian Hammer. The magical race hadn't yet sensed the threat until the clear sky suddenly dimmed, and only then did several squad leaders notice something was amiss. One of them reacted most swiftly and shouted, "All units, listen—perhaps the cultivators have arrived." Their previous encounter near the Forward Base had left a deep impression on them—whether it was Lei Mingzhu or the Haotian Hammer, either one was a matter of life and death. But by the time the words were spoken, it was already too late. Crack—crack—crack—crack—crack— Qingya's mastery of Lei Mingzhu grew increasingly refined. Lightning could now be unleashed in a single burst or in dozens, even hundreds, with varied techniques, and its intensity could be adjusted at will. For the magical forces, the full power was deployed. The floating magical creatures were struck by lightning one after another. Several Leopard Magi, relying on their agility, darted through the lightning storms, but this advantage only lasted briefly—eventually, they too were struck down. Qin lightly raised his thumb involuntarily, saying, "Impressive indeed. Under Tao Xiang's hands, Lei Mingzhu has been like a hidden gem—only now, with you wielding it, can it truly shine." "Cut the chatter—get to work!" she murmured, continuing to unleash lightning. "Alright, watch this," he said, holding the hammer and spinning in place. After completing a full 360-degree rotation, he hurled it with force. The Haotian hammer swelled in the wind, crashing heavily into the disordered enemy ranks, and with a single blow, claimed the lives of over a dozen foes. At a distance, the cultivators all stared in astonishment. They had always believed the demonic forces to be nearly invincible—yet here they were, easily defeated, their confidence shaken. "Let's go too!" said Fang Fei, the spirited young girl, eager to join the fray. "Absolutely not," Fang Fang replied promptly. "It's too dangerous." "What's dangerous about it? After all, my husband and Qingya sister are so strong—the demons simply can't stand a chance against them." "The younger girl countered, 'We're so far apart that we can barely make out each other—how can we possibly learn?' As she spoke, she gave subtle signals to her two companions. Soon, the three girls formed a solid alliance, with Huang Xiaozi and Wang Yujia constantly nodding in agreement with Fang Fei's viewpoint. Mei Hui smiled and looked at Isabella, 'Shasha, what do you think?' The beautiful instructor replied calmly, 'Since the sisters want to get closer, let's go. With me there, there's no danger.' 'Great! Let's set off!' 'We must maintain formation,' Fang Fang reminded her sisters before they turned into wild horses, 'No individual movements, no wandering off—remember that?' 'Oh,' the young girl responded, somewhat unconvinced. Even the girls had the courage to step forward, and the other cultivators, inspired, followed suit." The situation was one-sided, with the demonic forces utterly helpless, emitting mournful cries as their massive bodies plummeted from the sky and crashed heavily to the ground. Qin Shao deliberately used the Haotian Hammer to severely wound several of them, leaving them to wail in agony on the ground.