When Qin Feng finally said that, everyone realized there was another cultivator who was stepping on a flying sword, and more importantly, holding something that made them feel terrified. In this day and age, with such advanced technology, they could record and upload live—so the content from just a moment ago must have already gone viral online. The secretary quietly reassured the two: "They can upload it, but we can seal it off—no problem at all." Yet, Qin Feng's next words sent their hearts plummeting straight into an icy abyss: "Stop being naive. Once we upload, no one can delete it, and it will spread rapidly. Just wait and see how badly things go for you both." With that, he walked off without looking back. The mayor was so stunned that he felt as though he had just been crushed by the secretary—just a few minutes ago, I was giving speeches on TV, and now, here I am, fleeing! It's such a short time since I climbed to this position, and all my efforts are now completely ruined! The secretary thought, "You're blaming me? Then who am I supposed to blame?" Does it really seem like I'm going to get off lightly? In the sky, a group of people continued flying toward the national border. Qingya looked deeply disappointed, saying, "They always say your officials are so dedicated—today I've finally seen the truth. They're completely indifferent, full of lies, and timid and hesitant. How could you possibly appoint such people to office?" Qin Shao frowned, responding, "Do you think the heavenly realm is filled with entirely selfless individuals? Isn't it just as full of backstabbing and intrigue? That's human nature—no matter how they become immortal, it never changes." Not long after crossing the national border, they clearly spotted the magically arrayed army of the demonic forces. In fact, as soon as he heard the news, Qin Shao had already sensed something was off—unless Meili's mind had been kicked by an ox, such a decision simply couldn't have been made. Clearly, there was no ox that could have kicked her head. Therefore, it was certain that this was a deliberate plot. This is also the primary reason why the two groups have not moved together. Since the demonic forces have initiated the challenge, someone must come forward to respond, appearing as if we've been deceived—only then can the true conspiracy emerge. The other group remains under the leadership of the elder Lei Feng, with Chen Jie, the Flower Brother, serving as their main offensive force, searching for additional demonic strongholds. Qingya holds the Lightning Pearl and asks, "Shall we engage?" "No hurry!" Qin Shao responds calmly, "When the enemy does not move, I will not either." "Why?" she asks, her eyes wide open, "Isn't it possible that someone has issued an order not to open the first strike? You're not someone who's overly rigid, are you?" "Of course not," he says, glancing at the Inspector, "The enemy numbers over one thousand and five hundred. Do you truly believe we can hold them all here?" Qingya shakes her head, "Certainly not—even if Chen Jie were here, it would be impossible." Although the magical beings may not be particularly intelligent, they are far from stupid. Through these days of continuous battles, they have been steadily improving. Those who have survived to this point are seasoned veterans—absolutely no longer capable of the kind of disaster that once happened to Chen Jie, where he secured a golden job and then crushed hundreds of opponents. Qin Shao spread his hands in resignation: "Then we're in serious trouble. As soon as we move, the enemy will respond, and nearby cities will also suffer. Therefore, 'when the enemy doesn't move, I won't either.'" "Agreed." When the second squad appeared, the magical forces had already relayed the news to Meili. The female warrior, gripping her silver spear, gritted her teeth and declared: "Qin—you're going to pay for this! Today, I'm not going to let this pass! Order the second wave to launch an attack from the flanks, and the first wave to advance within two minutes." "Understood!" Several magical warriors departed with the orders. Above the border line, the two armies faced each other, separated by less than one kilometer. The second team is severely outnumbered, and the only members capable of defeating the demonic forces are just Qin Feng, Qingya, and Isabella. Even He Leiding has to stand by, patiently picking off opportunities—let alone the others, who don't even have a chance to do so. "What are they trying to accomplish?" Qingya asked, eager to break the stalemate after such a prolonged standoff. She had been restless all along. "We'll find out soon," Qin Shao replied calmly. "Sasha, keep an eye on our flanks." The ever-young officer nodded, her eyes shining with determination. Huff, huff... Suddenly, five small demonic squads emerged from the left rear, their formations precise and moving at maximum speed toward them. As soon as they reached effective range, they unleashed energy spheres. "Right on the flanks! I'm going!" Isabella charged forward. Though she was alone, she still had the ability to slow down several of the demonic squads. Qin Feng didn't move, simultaneously holding back Qingya who also wanted to rush forward, saying, "There's plenty of time—don't rush." Indeed, just a few minutes later, five smaller units of the magical race appeared from the right rear, and her face lit up with joy: "Now it's my turn! Watch this!" Without waiting for Qin Shao to nod, she launched herself forward, and the scene quickly turned into a flurry of lightning-fast movements. He shook his head with a touch of resignation: "This girl—when she's in charge, she's always calm. But as soon as she steps into the role of a team member, she's all nerves!" He remained composed, seated like a patient fisherman, knowing from his experience with Meili that the plot wasn't simply about this. The entire front line of 1,500 magical troops hadn't even moved yet—someone had to handle those forces, surely. Hoo-hoo! The wind howled fiercely, and finally, the front-line enemies began to advance, sweeping in fifty units all at once. He shrugged: "Well, they really do know how to treat me—right until the end, it's still just the numbers that win out "Laozi can't possibly defeat you all—does that mean he has to run?" She gave a subtle nod to He Muqing, who immediately understood and led the others off in a swift rush. As for Qin Shao himself, he had to at least put up a fight. To run away so quickly would be truly embarrassing. Come on—watch me, one man against thousands of demonic warriors. You'll all be the ones stepping on each other's toes. *Swoosh!* A flash of light surged from behind, moving with such speed it was astonishing. He heard it, but there was no time to dodge—his only option was to strengthen his spiritual energy shield. It seems he had underestimated them. He had assumed the enemy's strategy was merely a numbers game, relying on quantity to overcome quality. He hadn't expected a second move. *Crack!* The brilliant light struck his shield with tremendous force, sending his body flying backward as though struck by a heavy blow. The shield's glow dimmed instantly, despite his best efforts to maintain it. Looking back, he saw it was Meili's silver lance. The sharp tip of the spear swiftly pierced the defensive aura of the shield, driving through his flesh. "Small Feng!" Isabella, engaged in battle against the demonic forces on the side, shouted, disengaging from her opponent and rushing toward him. At a distance, Mirei smiled with the grace of a victor, murmuring to herself, "You're still not dead this time. Once I've eliminated you, the task of conquering Earth will at least lighten by two-thirds!"