?Explosions rang out everywhere—the Magi's destructive power was already formidable, let alone when tens of thousands of them acted in unison. Could they really wipe out the Han state within minutes? Lord Lockt beamed with the confidence of a victor, indulging in self-praise while adding a jab at Mei-li: "General Mei-li, you claimed the Han people's resistance was formidable. Yet under my command, it's been so easy to subdue them. Now I'm beginning to doubt—either your abilities are lacking, or there's some other reason altogether." The female demon clenched her teeth, thinking: You're merely being critical—now you're even questioning my alliance with the Han forces. That's outrageous! What are the Han people doing? Are they not rising up in resistance? Unconsciously, she had found herself standing firmly on the Han side, genuinely hoping that the Magi would suffer the worst, and that Lord Lockt would suffer a significant setback. Meanwhile, Qin Feng, engaged in fierce combat, felt deeply distressed. If this continued, the Han people would indeed face the very threat of national extinction. At that moment, the previously clear sky, free of clouds, was suddenly filled with numerous dark shapes, blotting out the heavens. Hush... Hush... Lockt looked up. Those dark forms were approaching rapidly—clearly not his subordinates, for he had already ordered everyone to join the offensive and had left no reserve forces behind. The human race was always considered weak, a long-standing belief among the magical beings. Moreover, they believed that the heavenly realm would not go to such lengths as to fully break ties with the magical race over a small nation like China. Neither the heavenly realm nor the magical race had adequately prepared for a second divine-magical war. "What in the world is this?" he exclaimed in surprise. Mirel's vision was far superior to his own. Upon focusing closely, she gasped, "Heavenly soldiers and generals." As the dark forms drew nearer, their original appearances gradually became clear—tall and clad in magnificent armor, wielding weapons of varied designs, their faces marked by decisive and resolute expressions. "How could this be?" "Loket is now hysterical, shouting, 'Didn't they say the heavenly realm would remain passive? Where did all these heavenly soldiers come from? Are they daring to descend on their own? How many of them are there?' The female demon queen furrows her brow—what does this mean? How can you be so certain that the heavenly realm won't send reinforcements to Huaxia? Could it be that they've bribed one of their own? A general makes a rough estimate, saying, 'They're everywhere—so many that I believe their numbers don't fall short of our own army. General Loket, what shall we do?' The old man blinks fiercely, 'When a Buddha stands in the way, we kill him. When a god stands in the way, we slay him. Charge forward and deal with these heavenly soldiers first!' 'Understood.' As the order is issued, the demonic forces uniformly cease their attacks on the present targets and ascend to engage the heavenly soldiers. Only when the pressure suddenly eases does Qin Feng finally grasp what has happened. He's absolutely stunned, exclaiming, 'For heaven's sake, why didn't you come sooner? How will you compensate for these losses? This is absolutely outrageous. "Léifēng, the elder, flew over and said, 'Qin Feng, you must be careful in what you say. I've been patient and persistent in gathering just this small force—should you upset them, they'll simply turn around and leave, and then we'd have to endure the burden of fighting the demonic forces all over again.' Qin Shao chose to remain silent, yet still muttered with dissatisfaction, 'Why couldn't they have come sooner?' The elder pointed toward the sky and said, 'That pool of water up there isn't much shallower than the bureaucratic landscape of your Huaxia realm. Many have been engaged in fierce struggles for thousands of years—how could they simply compromise at will? To send even this contingent is already a remarkable achievement. After all, isn't Huaxia still in safe hands?' He nodded. 'How many reinforcements have arrived in total?' 'Thirty thousand.'" The elder extended three fingers and smiled, saying, "The Jade Emperor must have been quite stirred up today. I just had the situation reported to him, and then I heard him shouting throughout the heavenly palace, demanding that if the enemy has three thousand troops, he himself would send three thousand—no face loss for the heavenly realm. Without his firm determination, no one would have agreed to send even a single person. The ministers simply wouldn't budge." Qin lightly stroked his chin, "So, the Jade Emperor truly is a man of resolve. By the way, elder, how often does he make such decisive, unwavering moves? Is it a regular occurrence?" The elder's expression tightened slightly. "Not... not very often..." "Ah," he said, preparing to dig deeper and ask every question until he was satisfied. The elder was nearly crying, bashfully saying, "It's usually when someone takes offense—you know, there aren't many people who can make him feel that way, not even the Queen Mother of the Immortals." Wait a minute—so that sturdy old fellow had been beaten up by his wife, with nowhere to vent his frustration. Only when hearing of the Magian army's invasion of the Chinese realm did he finally muster the courage to act. But now, thinking about it more carefully, if he hadn't been tormented by his wife, he would have listened to his ministers and likely made the decision to pay no attention to the Chinese realm. In that case, we should thank his wife—the mighty lioness at home. Fortunately, she's quite formidable; otherwise, just imagining it sends a shiver down one's spine. Though Qin Shao carries such extraordinary treasures as the Small Cauldron and the Celestial Loom, capable of protecting not only the girls around him but also their families, the old saying goes: "When the nest is destroyed, no egg remains untouched." If the Chinese realm falls, how could the people still have a peaceful life? Could they possibly be safe every single day tucked inside the Cauldron Thirty thousand demon troops facing thirty thousand heavenly soldiers—what a show! He pulls out his phone to film, only to find that he can capture the demons clearly, but the heavenly soldiers remain elusive—like the demons are fighting against a solid mass of air. Man, don't you think this is a bit stingy? I'm not filming you guys just to post online and chase clicks—I'm making this into an educational piece for the general public to admire. Yet here I am, unable to get a single shot of you. Do you even carry some kind of shielding technology? "Uncle," he said, forcing a smile, "in battle, it's always life or death—using a bit of underhanded tactics is perfectly acceptable, quite acceptable..." He himself felt embarrassed. Deep down, he always believed that the Heavenly Army was noble and radiant, those soldiers constantly wearing splendid armor and showing off their might. In truth, everyone had been fooled by that outward appearance. Even Locket was no exception—he jumped up in frustration, shouting, "Unbelievable! They've all been targeting the back lines—do they even deserve the title of Heavenly Army? Honestly, compared to them, my own troops are all gentlemen!"