Jiang Xi, the little fellow, was a bit doubtful.
But the current situation didn’t allow for much questioning.
Even the General was gravely serious, his face stern like chestnuts stirring in a frying pan, dark red at the edges.
Time ticked by, second by second.
The pillar of light in the mining area hadn’t disappeared; instead, it grew fiercer, with a tendency to spread outward.
The surrounding crowd had been evacuated, with the Anomaly Bureau and the Church controlling every exit.
"Sir, the Church people have been inside for over an hour now," someone beside him reminded.
The General, previously serious, seemed to wake from a dream and looked around: "It seems they’ve encountered trouble. Dispatch the troops to advance; let’s see what’s really inside this Simulation Realm."
With this order given.
The entire gathering area of troops unified and began advancing towards the depths of the mining area in coordination.
But they hadn’t taken more than two steps.
Figures flew out from the depths of the mining area.
These figures had horns growing from their heads and strange keratin layers on their bodies. Regardless of gender, they all had a black tail behind them.
They looked somewhat like demon figures from mythological tales shaped into human forms.
The General’s face subtly changed.
He never expected that this Simulation Realm would be connected with an alien race.
Five beams of black light flew in different directions, four landing directly among the crowd, initiating combat sounds instantly.
The thickest beam of black light charged straight towards Baiyu.
"You two, be careful."
At this moment, the General’s face no longer had the previous nonchalant expression. He took a step forward, retrieving a delicate handgun.
This was truly a "delicate" handgun.
Only about half the size of a palm.
But in the next moment, this handgun displayed destructive power far beyond its size.
The moment the bullet was fired.
The surrounding space of the Demon Race individual seemed to freeze in place, unable to move, while the bullet slowly traversed the space, entering the forehead and spurting blood before exiting through the back of the head.
His whole head exploded directly.
"Unavoidable bullets, the High Tier of Gunman Sequence is indeed formidable."
A clumsy universal language tone spoke up.
The body of the Demon Race individual pierced by the bullet dissolved into clouds of black smoke, as a shadow emerged from the shadows of a nearby building.
"That’s your problem, Demon Race, always hiding and being sneaky with everything you do."
The General glanced around.
All surrounding sounds disappeared.
Beside him, Baiyu and Jiang Xi heard nothing, even though the area was soaked in bloodshed, yet their side of the world seemed eerily quiet.
Though the environment hadn’t changed, the circumstances made it obvious that the General had deployed a domain-like power of Simulation Realm.
The Demon Race individual wasn’t flustered.
"Is this your true form? A Demon Race that can cultivate to create demonic qi incarnations is indeed a big catch."
The General opened his coat.
Within was a row after row of firearms.
With a swift movement of his hands like a magician, he produced two submachine guns, tongues of fire roaring as bullets traced numerous trajectories mid-air, attacking the Demon Race body suppressed by the Simulation Realm.
Soon, the Demon Race body was riddled with holes, but the General’s expression grew more solemn.
Looking around, aside from the four Demon Race individuals, there were plenty of ferocious and bizarre followers, as Bounty Hunter Association and Anomaly Bureau personnel were increasingly overwhelmed by the assault.
The General looked up, as a demonic qi-encased long knife slashed down at him.
The gun hilt and long knife collided, sparking dazzling sparks, as the demonized individual failed the attack and dissolved back into strands of demonic qi, soon replaced by a new body.
This unending consumption continued.
His stamina and Blood Qi were rapidly decreasing, maintaining the Simulation Realm wasn’t easy.
Just when the water-milling tactics were frustrating the General internally, Baiyu’s voice suddenly rang out: "Behind the wall of the first row house on the left, that person’s true form is crouching under the corner!"
As these words left his mouth.
The General involuntarily paled, instinctively spraying bullets towards the corner of the wall.
The entire house crumbled under the explosive barrage, countless bullet winds shredding the fleeing silhouette.
The Demon Race individual turned his head, his ink-black eyes deeply locked onto Baiyu.
To uncover their Demon Race concealment, this person must have a special Extraordinary Ability and can’t be left alive.
However, at this moment.
He had no time to think about anything else.
Bullets tainted with Blood Qi constantly assailed him, each hit was a deep penetrating pain, rapidly draining his life force.
"Hiding in the motorcycle to the right."
"Ran again, now in the trash bin by the street."
This Demon Race individual kept changing positions, but each time Baiyu instantly located him.
He hated that he couldn’t kill the kid on the spot.
If he held no hostility towards Baiyu, the Pupil of Chongming wouldn’t be able to detect him. All stealth and hiding were useless beneath the Pupil of Chongming.
"After running this long, it’s over."
A dozen seconds later.
A large area was devastated, as the Simulation Realm covered the true form of the Demon Race individual, its powerful force preventing any movement.
The yawning gun barrel aimed at his head.
Just when the trigger was pulled, a black light broke through faster, as Allen, using Simulation Realm, appeared with several people who were already incapacitated, standing in front of the General.
Profound Celestial Pivot, Song Xu, Vajra, Gan Yuhan!
Baiyu’s pupils trembled slightly.
It really was Gan Yuhan; she should have been dead already!
The corpse seen at the mine entrance was definitely not an illusion; it was a real body. Gan Yuhan couldn’t have survived, and in such pristine condition.
"How about a hostage exchange?"
Allen’s voice was calm: "This is an unforeseen event; we didn’t intend to act now. You can’t stop us alone."
The General’s eyes flickered: "I want to ask what exactly you’re planning? You know, neither the Abyssal Ascetic Association nor the Demon Race can shake Linjiang City. Against the Legendary Ship, they’re just cannon fodder."
Allen chuckled: "You’ll find out in a couple of days; until results are in, no one can assert anything. I have my own goals. Perhaps one day, you and I will become like-minded allies."
The General furrowed his brows.
Their Simulation Realms remained in constant clash.
"A two-horned demon from the Demon Race for four carefully nurtured Human Race talents, you know how to make this deal."
Allen gently clenched his fist.
The four were immediately sent out of the Simulation Realm.
The Anomaly Bureau General also released the captive, kicking him out of the Simulation Realm.
"Seems like the General is well-reasoned as well."
Allen, enveloping the alien race with the Simulation Realm, was about to retreat when numerous gun barrels targeted him.