Although her movents were still sowhat clumsy and lacked any discernible pattern, she fought entirely on instinct.
But her power was terrifying.
The black energy coiled around her limbs, and every punch and kick she threw carried imnse power.
"Bang!"
A heavily armored soldier was sent flying by her punch, his chest armor dented, and he coughed up blood mid-air.
"Snap!"
The magic blade struck her, but was directly shattered by the protective black energy surrounding her.
She is like a young tiger that has broken into a flock of sheep; though still immature, she already shows the bearing of a king.
The city guards were thrown off balance by this sudden turn of events, and their formation was thrown into disarray.
"Well done!"
Seeing this, the agents of the Great Xia Kingdom below were greatly encouraged.
"Even a young girl is working this hard, how can we grown n back down?"
"Kill all these bastards!"
The battle situation was miraculously stabilized at that mont.
...
However, Tang Qi's expression remained unchanged in the command center.
Because he knew very well that the real crisis was never these conventional troops.
The communicator's red light flashed wildly again.
"Group Four! Group Four, please respond!"
Tang Qi shouted into the microphone.
Group Four was responsible for intercepting the special forces—the Red Demons—who were coming from the direction of Takamagahara.
Those were the private soldiers kept by the Kujo family, all of whom were high-level professionals and killed without hesitation.
The communication channel was filled with a noisy, static-like sound.
Several seconds later, a weak male voice ca through.
The background sounds were heavy breathing and the dull thud of a sharp blade cutting into flesh.
"I'm...I'm so sorry, team leader..."
The man's voice was broken and tinged with guilt, "The Red Oni... they arrived too quickly... they're all monsters above level 50..."
"Our people...were all wiped out..."
Tang Qi's hand trembled violently, his nails digging deeply into his palm.
"Retreat!" he roared through gritted teeth. "Old Zhang! Take the rest of the n and retreat! Rejoin Group Five!"
"We can't leave..."
The man nad Lao Zhang let out a bitter laugh into the communicator, "My leg is broken... and my intestines are spilling out..."
"Besides... if I retreat, these red devils will just rush to the breach..."
"There are still so many ordinary people there..."
A heart-wrenching scream ca from the other end of the communicator, followed by Old Zhang's heavy breathing.
"Team leader... brothers..."
"Keep up the good work... I'll be going now..."
"Old Zhang! Don't do anything stupid!" Tang Qi suddenly stood up and roared into the microphone.
But what answered him was a deafening explosion.
"boom--!!!"
That wasn't an ordinary bomb.
That was a self-destruction caused by a professional detonating their own magic core.
The communication channel fell into complete silence.
Tang Qi slumped into a chair, his eyes red-rimd and his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
That was his old brother who had been with ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ him for three years.
I was telling him yesterday that after this mission is over, I want to go back to my hotown of Daxia to see my newborn grandson.
"Team leader..."
A liaison officer standing nearby, his eyes red and his voice choked with emotion, said, “The fourth group... is completely wiped out. The Red Oni have been held back, but... we can only buy them two more minutes.”
Two minutes.
Those were ten minutes bought with the lives of four groups of dozens of n.
Tang Qi took a deep breath and forced his voice back to normal.
Now is not the ti for sadness.
Any wavering on his part would lead to the deaths of even more people.
I pressed the communication button again and connected to the channels of all the teams that were still fighting.
"Notify all staff."
"Group Four... has been sacrificed."
The channel was silent, save for heavy breathing and the sounds of fighting in the background.
Tang Qi gritted his teeth, his voice low and powerful:
"Everyone, this will be our last battle in the Land of Sakura."
"I know everyone is tired and it's tough."
"But I promise that once this battle is over, we will all return ho in glory!"
"I'll personally pick everyone up then!"
After a brief silence.
A hearty laugh ca through the communicator.
That was the leader of the Sixth Group, responsible for covering the rear, a veteran agent who had been infiltrating Japan for twenty years.
"Haha, team leader, what are you saying?"
"I've been in Japan for twenty years now, and to be honest, I've been craving the fine wines of our Great Xia for a long ti."
"This sake from Japan is so bland, it has no flavor at all."
Accompanied by a sound, the man's voice continued, carrying a detached and indifferent attitude towards life and death:
"Team leader, what if I don't make it back this ti..."
"When you co to visit my grave in the future, please don't bring flowers. Those things are so girly."
"Rember to bring a bottle of good wine!"
"Ideally, it should be Erguotou, the strong kind!"
These words were like a fire, igniting the heroic spirit and tragic grandeur in everyone's hearts.
"Go to hell, you old man! If you want to drink, go back ho and drink yourself!"
"Exactly! I'm not bringing you any wine! If we want to drink, let's go back to Great Xia and have a good ti!"
"Kill! Kill these Japanese devils, then we'll go ho and have a drink!"
The previously oppressive atmosphere in the channel was instantly shattered, replaced by a resolute determination to face death.
Hearing these familiar voices, Tang Qi finally couldn't hold back his tears and they welled up in his eyes.
He choked up as he shouted into the microphone:
"No one is allowed to talk nonsense!"
"When we get back, I'll treat everyone to three hundred cups of wine! No one is allowed to be absent!"
"Everyone, we will definitely make it back alive!"
"must!!!"
...
Outside the West Gate.
The battle has entered its final, frenzied phase.
Under Natsu Rin's leadership, and with the White Butterfly agents' relentless counterattack, the city guard's defenses actually showed signs of collapse.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, large numbers of civilians rushed out of the breach, crying and shouting, and fled into the wilderness.
Hope seems to be just around the corner.
However.
Just then.
A suffocatingly terrifying aura erupted without warning from the direction of Takamagahara, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield.
The sky seed to darken at that mont.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
A figure, like a falling teor, crashed into the dust and smoke of the West Gate with a devastating force.
"Thump—!!!"
The earth shook violently.
The massive shockwave spread outwards from the point of impact, blasting away city guards, special agents of the Great Xia Kingdom, and even Natsu Rin, who was wreaking havoc.
The smoke and dust cleared.
A figure stood silently in the center of the huge impact crater.
When everyone saw his face clearly, they couldn't help but gasp in shock.
It was an elderly man dressed in a black kimono.
His body was thin and frail, his face was covered with age spots, and his head was wrapped in a thick, blood-stained white cloth, making him look like a seriously ill patient who had just escaped from the hospital.
What's even more shocking is that his left sleeve was empty, swaying gently in the wind.
He only had one arm left.
However.
This is an elderly man who looks disabled and frail.
Just by standing there casually, he exuded a sense of oppression that sent chills down your spine.
That was the murderous aura that erged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
That was an absolute pressure that transcended all living beings and belonged to SS-level powerhouses.
The once bustling battlefield instantly fell into a deathly silence.
Even the city guards, who had been bloodthirsty, were now silent and trembling, not daring to even breathe loudly.
No one dared to take another step forward.
Natsu Rinko climbed out of the ruins, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and for the first ti, a deep fear was revealed in his once fearless dark eyes.
That's a biological instinct to fear predators.
In the crowd.
A veteran spy from the Great Xia Kingdom stared intently at the figure, his face ashen and his expression extrely grave.
His hand trembled as he pressed the communicator, his voice filled with undisguised despair, and he spoke cautiously:
"Team...team leader..."
"Wada...Hirayama has appeared!"
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