Sending the Special Task Force to their deaths was a two-birds-with-one-stone strategy for Huang Yi of the Witch Faction.
The young Yin Lin probably couldn’t understand this, which was why Huang Yi had to explain it so bluntly.
Little did they know that the person inside was a 34-year-old man who could see through Huang Yi’s intentions quite clearly.
That was why she hated politics.
Continuing to chase the strange creature underground, the enemy still hadn’t shown itself.
Facing Yin Lin, whose close combat ability was practically zero, it dared not engage in close-range battle.
Whether this was out of caution or something else, no one knew.
Watching the fleeing culprit, Yin Lin recalled the words of the bespectacled Huang Yi.
That guy possessed a certain human emotion: fear.
If the enemy was constantly avoiding Yin Lin out of fear, many things would make sense.
Beast-like Abyss Demons shouldn’t have such emotions.
After decades of fighting them, the understanding of Abyss Demons was relatively clear.
Abyss Demons, who regarded humans as ants, had never shown an emotion like ‘fear’.
Even when they were driven to the brink of death, they never exhibited such feelings.
The emotions of the deceased were quite stable and didn’t contradict Huang Yi’s words.
This enemy who used gravity magic gave Yin Lin a completely different sense of crisis compared to Lightning Man.
When fighting Lightning Man, there was never a safe moment; death could strike at any time, even without warning.
That was an enemy who didn’t even allow safe breathing.
At this moment, the enemy hidden underground gave another feeling—like a venomous snake on high alert, with no telling when it would strike with thunderous force.
Up until now, the enemy had only used one technique—gravity magic—and hadn’t used a second move.
What other tricks were hidden remained unknown.
When the sound of a helicopter reached her ears, Yin Lin finally unleashed a 20% power magic cannon.
In the end, she softened her stance and fired before the Special Task Force launched their attack.
There were two places where the enemy could be killed.
Yin Lin was positioned directly above, predicting the enemy’s path and firing this shot.
The enemy sensed the magic cannon’s presence and location, stopped again, and used gravity magic once more.
The surrounding ground and buildings sank again, and several people were caught in the impact, instantly reincarnating.
The magic cannon collided with the gravity magic dome and plunged downward at greater speed.
Because the enemy braked sharply and didn’t move forward, the cannon didn’t hit the exact center but landed two meters ahead of the enemy.
From previous experience, a 20% magic cannon was enough to destroy everything nearby.
The cannon exploded upon impact but only spread a few centimeters before being forcibly neutralized.
The ground was blasted through, causing massive underground damage—the surface shook several times, and nearby building walls cracked.
The enemy underground seemed hit, pushed out over ten meters by the powerful blast wave.
It actually worked?
The magic cannon became a toothpick cannon; if it couldn’t strike the enemy directly, the explosion alone couldn’t kill.
Yet that last shot did hit the enemy—how was that possible?
Yin Lin continued to charge up; the time for play was over. It was time to use the 100% full-power magic cannon.
Since the 20% power shot was effective, the 100% would surely be too.
She continued to track the moving enemy below, waiting to unleash a devastating blast once fully charged.
She also pulled out her phone and contacted bespectacled Huang Yi to inform him of her plan.
Huang Yi naturally tried to persuade her not to fire in the city; the damage caused would be far worse than that from Abyss Demons.
This time, Yin Lin wasn’t consulting: “I’m informing you, not asking for your opinion.”
Her tone was resolute.
Huang Yi thought for a few seconds, then practically begged on his knees.
He quickly made arrangements; large numbers of Security Personnel took to the streets to evacuate.
Not the immediate area, but the Park two kilometers away.
He seemed to trust the experts’ calculations, who had deduced the enemy’s movements and position from Yin Lin’s trajectory, then predicted where the enemy would head next.
The experts also knew it took Yin Lin five minutes to charge, allowing them to estimate the possible firing location.
In short, the Eastern Alliance spared no effort, issuing warnings via phone, television, and dispatching Security Personnel to clear the area.
Thankfully, the area was not densely populated; there weren’t many people, so even five minutes might be barely enough.
Huang Yi sent another message: [Can’t we talk this over? Little Ancestor, if you fire this shot, our work will fall apart.]
Yin Lin replied: “If I do nothing, more people will die, causing greater harm.”
Huang Yi said no more, seemingly waiting for the Special Task Force’s outcome.
Those people slid down from the helicopter, over twenty of them in three squads, flanking the enemy from three directions.
They entered the Sewer from the ground, experts estimating the enemy was hiding there to conceal itself.
The experts were indeed skilled; even without seeing or sensing the enemy’s exact position, they could calculate it based on Yin Lin’s movements.
Once inside the Sewer, the Special Task Force began their maneuvers.
Though they had suffered repeated defeats, this time they had tactics.
They injected a large volume of liquid ahead in the Sewer, spreading over a hundred meters and flowing downstream.
It looked quite professional—maybe this time they could achieve some results?
Yin Lin continued tracking the enemy.
After about four minutes, her charge was very high.
People on the streets had already been evacuated; ahead was a Park, cleared of all people.
Nearby commercial buildings were also evacuated.
At four and a half minutes, the Special Task Force suddenly emerged from the Sewer and began to withdraw.
At five minutes, Yin Lin finished charging; the magic array was complete.
Her phone flooded with messages from Huang Yi.
[Please wait a little longer, I beg you, Little Ancestor, give the Special Task Force a chance.]
[Don’t fire; you’ll destroy this city.]
[The damage you cause is already worse than the Abyss Demons.]
Uh… okay, she’d give him a bit more time.
At this moment, the enemy had entered the ambush point, seemingly unaware, continuing forward.
The Special Task Force finally made their move; something in the Sewer was detonated, causing the ground to tremble again.
Dozens of Sewer manhole covers shot into the sky, flames bursting from below.
The Sewer ignited explosively.
The enemy was hit in the process.
Could it be… the Special Task Force had won?
Just then, the underground magic swelled immensely once more.
A huge fissure tore open the surface.
It was still that gravity magic, but this time it wasn’t crushing downward but horizontally, pressing from left to right.
The ground was split open, creating a massive ravine that severed the Sewer from the fire source.