Chapter 442: She Also Knows Demonic Arts?! The Only Pure Land!

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A streak of fire shot across the sky, fell straight onto the ground, and instantly blew an Armored Vehicle into the air.

All five occupants of the vehicle were killed, leaving no trace of bodies or bones.

Yin Yun used her left hand to deal with the incoming Bullet, and her right hand to block the Cannonball.

Fire from both sides!

Even the combined firepower of an entire company failed to kill it.

At that moment, the soldiers were all horrified, their eyes widening as they gazed at the cold, elegant silhouette.

"That woman also knows demonic arts, everyone be careful!"

As soon as the words finished, a Bullet suddenly surged forward, striking the brow.

Thump!

Just a single glance and they died on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding soldiers grew increasingly terrified, their hearts trembling violently.

Who could have thought that in this era where firearms reign, someone could ignore Bullets and Cannonballs?

Even more terrifying, she could actually control both, returning them to their owners.

The entire Nan Yang Jie had long been riddled with holes, and everywhere one looked was ruin.

Only the building where Lin Yang stood remained intact, like a giant standing after an earthquake, especially conspicuous.

Just as the troops intended to retreat, a commander spoke: "Higher command has ordered, kill this person with all force, at any cost!"

"Anyone who disobeys will be punished as a deserter!"

"Fight to the death, no retreat!"

When those words were spoken, everyone's heart instantly went half cold.

Yet at that moment, a massive stone block floated above their heads, blocking the sky, exerting immense pressure.

"Fire the cannons!" the commander roared.

Bang!

The Cannonball shot out, slammed into the stone block, and erupted in a burst of fire.

A wave of heat rose into the sky, sweeping in all directions.

When the smoke and dust filled the air, countless shattered stone fragments suddenly fell from the heavens.

Each stone fell like a Bullet, and within moments turned hundreds of people into a sieve.

A muffled groan kept echoing, and in the blink of an eye the ground was littered with corpses.

Even the commanding officer who gave the order fell to the ground; his injuries were the worst, his head smashed to a ruin, and not a single piece of good flesh remained on his body.

The lucky surviving soldiers, seeing this, instantly soaked large patches of their trousers, shivered, turned and fled.

While running they shouted, "Monster! Help!"

Lin Yang snorted coldly, "Damn it, you got hurt and still want to run?"

Yin Yun shook her head, "Do not chase a fleeing foe; the urgent matter is more important."

Lin Yang paused, turned his head and asked, "What urgent matter?"

Yin Yun stared at the smoke‑filled sky, solemnly saying, "We can't stay in Nancheng District District any longer; the Warlord won't stop unless he extracts Jinshan."

"Moreover, our Task is already completed; the rest is left to Su Yang."

Lin Yang thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Alright, where are we heading next?"

Yin Yun's eyes flickered, "Xicheng District!"

"What are we going up there for?"

"Don't you find the Warlord's attitude odd? They pretend there's no guard, let you destroy the camp, yet they have already pre‑planted landmines and set ambushes on your planned route?" Yin Yun asked.

Hearing her say that, Lin Yang also felt something was off, "Indeed, they seemed to have known I would act."

"Only you and Zhao Xian should know Su Yang's plan; if the latter isn't a traitor, that would indicate a mastermind is guiding the Warlord," Yin Yun said.

Zhao Xian's loyalty is beyond doubt; if he were a traitor, the Liuhe would have long been gone.

Lin Yang's mind was now filled with thoughts of the hidden puppet's identity, "The Warlord Leader is dead; who could it be?"

"Don't focus only on the Warlord himself; don't forget this game involves more than just us players," Yin Yun said.

Lin Yang's mind cleared instantly, exclaiming, "Those rabbit‑brats from the Qinglong Gang?"

He slapped his forehead, realizing he should have thought of it earlier.

The Warlord Leader is dead, yet the Warlord side remains silent; Su Yang had originally speculated that players had already corrupted its interior.

Now it seems those players' methods are indeed formidable.

They even managed to cooperate with the Warlord.

"Luo San and Ma Qixuan have long uncovered our details; they must know Huang Hua is behind the 'Deduction', and with me coming to aid you, the Floating Life Business Association now only has him as the Guanggan Commander."

"If I were a player, I would definitely seize this moment to slip in," Yin Yun said.

"What about Su Yang's side..." Lin Yang frowned.

"Do you trust him?"

"Of course, I'm absolutely confident."

"Since we have already done everything that needed to be done, he certainly won't disappoint us."

Lin Yang looked toward Liuhe Street, nodded, and said, "We have no retreat left; going to war means one side must be eradicated."

"The clash has only just begun; it's too early to talk about victory or defeat," Yin Yun said.

Lin Yang took a deep breath, "Let's go, and bring Huang Hua out together!"

Before setting out, the two picked up a gun beside the soldiers' corpses, then seized their car and sped toward Xicheng District.

The bombing still continues, and in this war the civilians killed have already exceeded a thousand.

The loss of property is incalculable, and tens of thousands are homeless, wandering the streets.

The only relatively safe place that hasn't been affected is the Slum in Nancheng District District Qu Nan Bu.

People swarmed there, making the already cramped area even more crowded.

Facing the refugees, the residents of the Slum did not refuse; they even brought them into their homes and offered what little leftover food they had.

Liang Shu and Feng Yan were staying in a middle‑aged woman's house, and from conversation learned that her husband had died many years ago, leaving her alone to raise two children.

Feng Yan watched the two children in coarse hemp clothes, timidly standing in the corner of the wall, unwilling to approach, and a pang of bitterness rose in her heart.

She pulled out several hundred‑yuan notes from her pocket and indicated, "Come here, sister."

The two brightened at the sight of the money, but did not step forward immediately; instead they looked at their mother.

"Go then, and thank sister properly," the woman said with a gentle smile.

After receiving approval, the two sisters were delighted, slowly walked up to Feng Yan, carefully took the notes over, and whispered a thank you.

"You're welcome." Feng Yan smiled, and felt much better at once.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll go make something for you now," the woman got up and headed to the kitchen.

Seeing their mother leave, the children hurried after her.

Liang Shu sighed and said, "The world is ever‑changing, the people are displaced, and Nancheng District District may be doomed."

Feng Yan worried, "The gang leader's whereabouts are unknown; Liang Shu, do you think he's alright?"

"Although the gang leader is not old, his mind is meticulous and his actions measured; he must be staying in a safe place," Liang Shu said.

"Yang Ge also doesn't know where he went, nor Hall Master Zhao and the others," Feng Yan said, her eyes dimming.

In truth, what she feared most was her elder cousin.

After returning from Xicheng District, Feng Jingchu vanished without a trace, and there has been no news since.

It is also unknown whether she is safe.

"You shouldn't have sent money; the war in Nancheng District District has begun, and no amount of money can be spent."

Hearing that familiar voice, Feng Yan startled, turned her head and looked.

She saw a poised, mature woman standing at the doorway, her captivating eyes wrapped in tenderness as they looked at Feng Yan.

"Sister!"