A small tuft of her hair was forcibly pulled out, sharp pain shooting through her scalp as if it was bleeding.
When her clothes were torn apart, the flesh underneath was also cut open, the wounds deep enough to see bone—no less severe than cuts from a sharp blade.
As she was dragged to the ground, some of the damage was blocked by her magic shield, but parts of it still broke through.
Lying on the cement for a few seconds, Yin Lin’s mind was surprisingly clear as she sorted out the two types of injuries she’d suffered.
When it came to damage caused by clothing, marathon runners knew best.
Without taking precautions on the chest area, the friction after a full marathon could cause those spots to bleed.
Naturally, when clothes are forcibly pulled, they cause tearing of the skin as well.
She’d been injured from that alone, and back then she still had her magic shield protecting her.
In other words, the damage from clothing to the body was somewhat similar to the effect gravity magic had on her—simply put, it was True Damage.
If she tried to explain it in a more complicated way… Yin Lin wasn’t really sure.
Her understanding of the magical girl world was still too limited.
In those few seconds, she felt a pang of regret—regret for standing up for humanity as a magical girl.
This wasn’t her fight to begin with.
She had come close to death’s door again.
Several times now.
She coughed a few times but thankfully didn’t cough up blood.
At least that was normal.
She raised her magic shield once more.
Her thoughts remained tangled, as if afflicted by the Heart Demon often mentioned in cultivation stories.
But her eyes stayed clear and lucid, without confusion.
This was one of the Old Man’s basic abilities: no matter how complicated things were outside, once home, he could act like nothing had happened; or conversely, no matter how troubling things were at home, once at the office he behaved like a normal person.
No matter how complicated Yin Lin’s thoughts were, she could always prioritize what was most important right now.
That was to deal with the demon before her and recover the Genesis Artifact.
No matter how much she denied her actions or questioned her true intentions, the most important task always came first.
She stood up and sighed, checking her clothes.
Her shoes were gone, and the dress had been torn apart more than halfway—far from presentable.
At this point, she dared not transform again to put on her clothes, fearing exposure of her true form.
She had no choice but to continue on in this disheveled state.
Next to her, the outline of the Heaven-Splitting Spear appeared, soon solidifying into a real weapon.
Having used it only a few times, she had already grown accustomed to this fast-casting spell.
It was quick, highly penetrative, and dealt massive additional damage.
This thing was essentially a one-on-one assault spell, designed specifically to deal with high-defense targets—in other words, advanced or higher-level demons.
A 10% power magic cannon couldn’t penetrate them, but the Heaven-Splitting Spear, using the same amount of magic power, could pierce right through their bodies.
Yin Lin’s magic efficiency had improved; using the same magic power now caused even higher single-target damage.
She took flight again, continuing to hold the Heaven-Splitting Spear in midair, careful not to touch it directly.
The figure of “Biscuit Boy” was already gone, but she hadn’t lost track of him.
The Special Task Force had pursued him, heading toward the river channel.
That guy still wanted to cross the river, his body already submerged, green blood floating on the water’s surface.
He was still severely wounded.
Her judgment on the demon’s behavior had to be reconsidered—he was near death but still crossing the river.
He wasn’t attacking humans anymore, just trying to escape.
Yin Lin didn’t immediately chase after him but flew in another direction where destruction was far worse—hard to imagine it was caused by just a single bead.
Where that thing had rolled over, the ground was twisted and slanted, not straight at all.
At this moment, it had stopped moving and no longer emitted that deathly gravity magic.
To be safe, she fired the Heaven-Splitting Spear toward the bead buried underground.
The spear plunged straight down into the earth, its trajectory unaffected.
Seeing this, Yin Lin descended into the hundred-meter-deep pit and conjured another Heaven-Splitting Spear while she was at it.
This time she was extremely cautious, wary of anyone coming to snatch it away.
When she finally touched the bead, she was very careful, afraid of triggering whatever it might do.
She quickly noticed an outer shell encasing the bead—a manufactured casing, not a natural formation.
Only half of it was covered so far, and after a few glances, she deduced why.
The bead was the source of the gravity magic, which should have been emitted in a full 360-degree radius.
The outer shell was likely designed to shield the bead’s gravity magic, reducing its effect from a full circle to a half circle.
This shell could be extended, and when pulled out further, it perfectly enclosed the bead.
She wanted to pull out her phone to take a photo but came up empty-handed—unsure where she’d dropped it.
She had no choice but to memorize the shell’s appearance and texture with her eyes.
It felt like some kind of alloy.
With nowhere to put it, she held the artifact carefully in her hands.
After recovering what was suspected to be the Genesis Artifact, she took off again, heading toward where Biscuit Boy was.
It was time to end this.
Her powerful sensory ability scanned the land, clearly pinpointing Biscuit Boy’s location near the river.
Liang Tai seemed to know the battle was nearing its end and ordered the drone to follow her, choosing a decent angle without showing explicit shots of her exposed areas.
Beside him, Huan Hong was still screaming, “Stop playing on your phone and get me out!”
She was stuck on the car roof, just like a mouse glued to a Mouse Glue Board—no matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t free herself.
Liang Tai could only let the drone film automatically before going to help Huan Hong.
The car was covered in orange adhesive gel, making things difficult.
Liang Tai had to find some material to pad her before he could approach.
Huan Hong’s body was filthy, covered in the gel.
When she saw Liang Tai suddenly start taking off his shirt, her cheeks flushed red as she shouted, “Li! What are you doing? I’m telling you, it’s illegal! Magical girls have rights too!”
Liang Tai said nothing and used his shirt to pass in front of her like a seatbelt, careful not to touch her directly.
The shirt stuck to the orange adhesive where it came into contact.
Grabbing both ends, Liang Tai began to pull hard, trying to free Huan Hong.
Only then did Huan Hong realize her misunderstanding, her face turning even redder.
She quickly shifted her attention and cooperated, pulling hard to struggle free.
Red marks appeared from the tightness on her body, but she still couldn’t break free.
That orange adhesive was unbelievably tenacious.
Liang Tai had to try another approach and made a phone call.
Seeing Liang Tai give up, Huan Hong grew nervous and started shouting again, begging for help.
If she stayed there until the Special Task Force and Failure Squad arrived, she would definitely be captured.
At that point, it would be over—she’d be stuck in Science Research forever, never free again.
Liang Tai comforted her, explaining that brute force probably wouldn’t work and that technology was needed—in other words, the Fire Cutting Machine, which he was having a friend bring over.
While waiting, he checked the drone footage again.
Yin Lin had already reached the river channel, flying high with the Heaven-Splitting Spear in hand.
It should have been a scene worthy of a celestial immortal, but because of the torn clothes, it looked a bit unseemly, giving off a charm like that of a youthful succubus.
She was preparing to finish off that demon once and for all.
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