The battle underground was over.
This fight for the industrial zone had been won—both on the surface and underground.
A few things had also happened underground that the Jin, Yin, and Hong sisters didn’t know about.
In any case, victory had been achieved.
Both the Human Alliance and the Eastern Alliance were celebrating. Huan Hong and Jin Luan wore expressions of exhaustion mixed with joy.
Yin Lin was more composed. After all, she was thirty-four years old and had seen plenty. She just took a deep breath and let out a sigh of relief, showing nothing on the outside. She wasn’t about to wave her arms around like Huan Hong.
Jin Luan was also steady. She exchanged a look with Yin Lin.
Suddenly, Jin Luan remembered something. Dragging her exhausted body, she took off again.
She couldn’t last much longer, but it seemed there was something she really wanted to do.
Yin Lin wanted to call out to her, but she couldn’t stop the anxious Jin Luan.
She had no choice but to stay behind and handle things here first. She charged up another Spear of Creation and struck the demonic creature’s corpse, making sure the Cadre-level Demonic Creature from the barbershop was dead for good.
Then she felt its body. Nothing extra. That Cadre-level Demonic Creature was completely broke.
Yin Lin took a closer look at the bloody holes on the creature’s body—wounds left by the mysterious Magical Girl’s Spear of Creation.
Then she compared them to the bloody hole on the neck.
There were obvious signs of charring and carbonization. No wonder the blood loss was less than expected—the heat had cauterized the wounds and stopped the bleeding.
The holes on the body were larger in diameter, and the wounds weren’t blackened from burning. They hadn’t been sealed, so the damage was significantly weaker.
Looking at the neck wound, it was smaller in diameter, with fresh flesh around it.
Yin Lin did the math in her head.
If she considered the magic damage of her own lightning-type Spear of Creation as 100%, then the Spear of Creation that hit the body had dealt an estimated 150% to 200% magic damage—clearly a notch above Yin Lin.
Who could have done something like that?
After all, Yin Lin’s magic attack was extremely high. Even if she wasn’t fully skilled with the Spear of Creation yet, its power was far beyond what an ordinary Magical Girl could match.
What’s more, this was still considered a semi-original spell. Outsiders shouldn’t have known it, right?
Suddenly, Huan Hong tapped her on the shoulder.
“Sorry, I’m out of mana. I’m taking off.”
She waved her phone and flew away.
Yin Lin nodded, watching Huan Hong’s retreating figure. She snapped back to reality, remembering there was still an important matter.
She searched the scene. She didn’t sense that special mana anymore, but she did find Old Wang.
That little guy was injured. He was holding something with both claws, staring at it.
Yin Lin quickly flew over. She noticed it was another gemstone—chipped, like a rough uncut stone, unpolished and crude.
She reached out to take a look, but Old Wang guarded it, unwilling to hand it over.
Giving a face and not taking it?
Well, they weren’t close anyway. No feelings involved. She’d just take it by force—it didn’t matter.
Old Wang was afraid of pain. Yin Lin didn’t indulge him. She simply snatched it, punching him a few times until he behaved.
She held the gemstone in her hand and examined it carefully. She noticed faint cracks—invisible if you didn’t look closely.
She had a vague feeling this was also a Creation Artifact.
She tucked it away on her person.
“Give it back, bad thing!”
Old Wang protested.
Yin Lin kicked Old Wang aside.
A stray dog by the roadside, daring to compete with the Greatest Yin Lin for loot?
She took off, flying toward the docks.
Jin Luan’s aura had already faded into the distance. If she didn’t chase now, Jin Luan would disappear.
Because Jin Luan’s mana was too low, she couldn’t hold on near the docks. Forced to cancel her transformation state, she was naked, covering the last stretch with a jog.
Yin Lin flew near the docks too. She saw a disheveled Xia Shiyao.
The woman was searching for something, looking up at a warehouse.
“Take me up.”
Xia Shiyao pointed at the roof.
Before Yin Lin could refuse, she forced herself onto the magic wand, wrapping her arms around Yin Lin’s thin waist so she wouldn’t fall.
Yin Lin felt a bit awkward. She turned her face away and flew up to the warehouse roof.
Xia Shiyao hopped off the wand—it was only about a meter from the roof.
Her legs gave out. She couldn’t keep her balance and fell.
After a moment, she got up and started searching the roof, looking east and west, sometimes lying down to sniff the ground.
Yin Lin stood watch at a distance, afraid someone might see Xia Shiyao’s current state.
Being naked was one thing; exposing her true form was another. Neither could be seen by outsiders.
Yin Lin flew higher, looking around. She saw no outsiders.
It was too dark in the early morning. She couldn’t see far.
She didn’t sense any mana either.
The mysterious Magical Girl was gone. All Yin Lin knew was that she had been nearby.
If she wanted to escape Yin Lin’s perception range, she either had to cancel the Magical Girl transformation state—getting rid of anything carrying mana—or go out to sea far away.
Yin Lin was curious. She moved her head, thinking, and waited.
The other party didn’t want to show herself?
Who was it?
Xia Shiyao.
A few minutes later, Xia Shiyao had calmed down. She got back on Yin Lin’s wand, wobbling away.
During the flight, Miss Yin suddenly felt a movement under her skirt. She looked back and saw Xia Shiyao lifting her skirt, sticking her head in, and sniffing.
“Hey, buddy? What are you doing? Are you crazy?!”
Yin Lin quickly pushed her head away.
No matter how you looked at it, this was too perverse.
Whether it was pressing a nose against a man’s crotch or sniffing around a woman’s private area, Yin Lin thought it was all very degenerate.
Xia Shiyao didn’t seem to notice the term “buddy.”
She stopped messing around. She leaned against Yin Lin’s frail back and rested.
Yin Lin carried her to a familiar hospital.
When they arrived, all three Jin, Yin, and Hong sisters were there—even Huan Hong.
The Elder Physician seemed to know they were coming and was already waiting.
Chen Jiayuan’s and Xia Shiyao’s injuries were moderate external wounds, plus some aftereffects of mana exhaustion.
The Elder Physician had plenty of experience. He could delegate the treatment to trusted assistants.
What concerned him more was Yin Lin.
He had seen on TV how Yin Lin was blown apart. She was about to die, but then time rewound and her wounds healed.
The Elder Physician was curious if Yin Lin’s injuries were truly healed.
He examined her thoroughly, using various instruments and taking many scans.
In the end, he concluded she also had moderate injuries, but the fatal wounds had indeed been reversed.
Xia Shiyao watched from outside the door, dragging her injured body.
She had changed into a hospital gown and washed up briefly, but her frail appearance was hard to hide.
Only after confirming Yin Lin was okay did she relax.
At the Countermeasure Center, the bustling crowd had quieted down temporarily, dealing with cleanup.
Seeing a figure walk by, the Sociology Expert called out:
“Hey, Xiao Huang, where were you just now? Couldn’t find you.”
Huang Yi was holding a stack of documents. He replied:
“I went to another department to check on the situation underground.”
The Acting Person-in-Charge happened to hear that and asked:
“Any findings underground?”
Huang Yi shook his head:
“It’s complicated. There’s a lot we still don’t understand. But we can confirm that the one who helped us resolve the underground crisis and the one who heavily wounded the Cadre-level Demonic Creature at the barbershop are the same Magical Girl.”
“Xiao Huang…”
The Sociology Expert moved closer, looking at him.
“You seem a bit off? Really tired?”
“No kidding. Look at the time. Anyone would be tired.”
Huang Yi sipped his coffee while analyzing the documents and continued working.
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