Chapter 112: Slaughter

"What's going on?"

Kermit Collinson, whose figure was as thick as a mountain, couldn't quite understand: "Is it a magical artifact?"

Why was the magical array inside the abandoned military camp across from them completely unresponsive? That was abnormal.

"No, that should be an immortal art originating from the East."

Li Tailai said thoughtfully, "It's very likely a top-tier secret technique that directly dismantled part of the magical禁制 from its root, but I've never heard of it before."

"This is truly an unexpected boss!"

Lawrence, the younger of the Collinson brothers, smiled bitterly: "Do we really not need to do anything? He seems serious—a fifth-level magic-energy swordsman trying to take down an Outlaw and over twenty professionals of higher rank. Is there anything more absurd in this world?"

Li Tailai was already organizing his equipment: "Not absurd. I think the boss must have some confidence. From our interactions so far, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who doesn't know his limits."

"Of course, aside from those lunatics, no matter how arrogant an ordinary person is, they wouldn't be arrogant enough to think they can contend with an Outlaw—that's basic logic."

The elder brother Kermit also drew a two-handed greatsword from his back: "Per the boss's instructions, I'll take the east side; the terrain there is narrower. The remaining three directions are up to you. You know we berserkers aren't good at this kind of thing."

"I feel that besides the blockade, we should also prepare an emergency plan for rescue, just in case?"

Lawrence's voice abruptly stopped, then turned into a 'wow' of admiration: "Beautiful! Did Mr. Li ever teach him assassination techniques? I feel that even those 10S-level magic-energy shadows would find it hard to achieve this level."

This was because a second earlier, he had seen on another balcony a sudden sword tip emerge, directly piercing the back of the head of a punk youth leaning against the wall, then exiting through the forehead.

After that, although the man remained standing still, he had completely lost all signs of life.

The entire process was not only silent but also without a single drop of blood spilling; only a faint blue smoke rose from the wound, which then dissipated in the night breeze.

What was astonishing was that under his infrared thermal imager, the man's body still retained sufficient heat, as if he were alive.

"That's already the third one."

As Li Tailai spoke, he activated the grappling hook gun in his hand and shot it toward a tall building to the south: "I'll handle the west and south sides; the rest is up to you, little brother Lawrence. If conditions allow, give me a hand—there are still some blind spots on my side."

Lawrence didn't reply; he had already hoisted a heavy assault rifle and leaped off the rooftop.

At this moment, Li Mochen was moving swiftly through a corridor with peeling walls. His footsteps were almost silent, and his figure merged into the shadows, making anyone who looked think it was just a patch of darkness, not an extremely dangerous person.

However, Li Mochen's expression was still grave, his gaze sharp, and he remained alert to all movements around him.

He had no choice; he couldn't enter the state of Heavenly Mind's Clear Reflection. The 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' would never do such a thing as hiding his tracks, nor would he take the people under Hancock seriously.

Of course, 'Heavenly Mind Li Mochen' did have the capital to ignore all dangers here; as long as he didn't encounter an Outlaw as powerful as Jennifer, he could retreat unscathed.

But what Li Mochen wanted was to avoid alerting Hancock, who was in the basement, causing that bastard to flee early.

Besides, he couldn't ignore the magical array inside this building. The reason it hadn't been triggered was that he used a special technique from the Primordial Dome to isolate himself from the external magic energy. But the magical array itself was still functioning; if a fierce battle caused his immortal art to fail, he would be in extreme danger.

So every ten meters or so, Li Mochen would pause briefly, carefully bury a low-grade magic stone, or cautiously draw a mysterious talisman.

Also, he had to finish the fight as quickly as possible to avoid drawing the attention of other forces due to prolonged combat. He also needed to leave enough time for the final evacuation and cleanup—things he couldn't manage in the Heavenly Mind state.

But just as Li Mochen entered the second floor of the building and was about to assassinate another fully armed black youth, he suddenly felt a stir in his heart, sensing a cold intent sweeping toward him.

Knowing he had been exposed, Li Mochen stopped any pretense. He first put on the 'Divine Will' mask, then waved his hand, flicking his cloak, causing the shadow power to recede from his body and instead transform into a layer of leather armor covering the 'Black Rhino' armor.

At that moment, 'bang bang' sounds kept coming from the floor below—bullets piercing through the concrete layer, raining down on Li Mochen's position like a storm.

The entire building also began to 'come alive'; layers of magical arrays were rapidly unfolding, and dozens of dangerous spells were taking shape.

Li Mochen, as if anticipating this, moved like a sprite through the corridor, dodging almost all the bullets perfectly. At the same time, two freezing rays shot from his bracelet, sweeping across the floor below, completely freezing the concrete layer between the first and second floors. Meanwhile, his external elixir glowed with yellow spiritual light.

Until the surrounding ten meters turned into an icy realm, and the entire floor was filled with cold air, Li Mochen suddenly snapped his fingers. As the magic stones he had buried exploded, the layers of magical arrays that had been unfolding collapsed and disintegrated in a great tremor.

At that moment, the 'Holy Thunder Judgment' in Li Mochen's hand suddenly burst with a flash of lightning.

The next instant, a thunderous roar was heard as the sturdy concrete floor began to collapse and shatter on a large scale. At minus a hundred degrees Celsius, both the concrete and the steel bars inside became brittle, and the earth-type immortal art Li Mochen applied with his external elixir further destroyed their structure.

Thus, Li Mochen's single sword strike directly shattered nearly a hundred square meters of military-grade concrete floor!

As the concrete blocks and gravel fell, Li Mochen's figure also plunged downward. With his person and sword flickering several times in the dusty mist, he traced several deadly arcs of light, and the dense gunfire on this floor instantly fell silent.

Then Li Mochen's gaze turned to the staircase in another direction. That was the entrance to the basement, Hancock's hiding place.

A glint flashed in Li Mochen's eyes, and he unhesitatingly summoned the Ice Princess. About three seconds later, four intermediate freezing rays began drawing circles on the ground within ten meters. The Ice Princess's feet emitted a large amount of cold air. Meanwhile, his external elixir radiated an even stronger yellow spiritual light.

At this moment, beneath Li Mochen's feet, the middle-aged man in a red shirt looked up with surprise in his eyes.

"You might find it hard to believe, Hancock! You would never imagine what kind of person killed all your men outside."

Behind him, Dandy Hancock had already opened another iron door, letting out a stench unique to sewers.

Hancock frowned, then unhesitatingly walked out, asking curiously: "Besides the Lyndon family, who else could it be?"

He just wanted to know who this guy was who had driven him into the sewer; if he had the chance later, he would make this person pay.

"No! It's just a guy whose magic-energy profession has only reached level five."

A strange expression appeared on the red-shirted man's face: "I bet this person isn't even 17 yet."

Dandy Hancock's steps immediately stopped: "A level-five magic-energy professional? Are you sure? Then can you take him out?"

"I'm not sure, but there's a certain probability. He's strong, very strong."

The red-shirted man pulled out a pair of pistols engraved with magic patterns from his pocket, and two fangs appeared at the corners of his mouth: "This might require your cooperation. Want to bet, Hancock?"

But Hancock resolutely continued deeper into the sewer: "Kill him, or hold him off! Give me at least ten minutes. You have to earn the money I paid you."