If only a Level 3 Wu Gu Master, even with the opponent’s experience at 90%, could be defeated through sheer manpower tactics—official Realm Walkers might manage to kill and capture them, though it would require effort. But now facing four formidable adversaries, the situation has changed entirely: who is the hunter and who is the hunted? It's hard to tell. Zhang Yuanqing felt on high alert, sensing the urgency of the matter, yet remained calm, quietly approaching Li Dongze and Guan Ya—having numerous backup options ready to deploy, and would prioritize protecting these two should the situation worsen. Chengting’s captain, her expression solemn, scanned over the four “Gust Monsters” with steady eyes before speaking: “Bai Long, Da Ji Ba—you two coordinate to pin down the Unimpeded one. Li Dongze, your evasiveness is strong—take on that spider woman. I’ll handle the insect—one, Tang Guoqiang, you take charge of the snake. Guan Ya, your marksmanship is excellent—provide point support with precise shots. Yuan Shi, you conduct a surprise assault and act freely. Everyone else choose one captain to assist, paying attention to team composition. Once we’ve eliminated the three monsters, then jointly surround and defeat the Unimpeded one.” All responded in unison: “Understood.” Da Ji Ba launched first, summoning a fiery sphere that rose from his palm—he grasped it firmly, took a step forward, and hurled it with powerful force. The Unimpeded one remained still, slightly tilting his head—the high-temperature fire ball struck the wall behind him, shattering upon impact. Flames erupted in a booming splash, yet did not dissipate—they coalesced into a solid, imposing figure—Da Ji Ba himself. This is the active skill of a Level 3 Fire Master: *Fire Movement!* Within a twenty-meter radius, it allows flame-based mobility, achieving an effect similar to instant teleportation. After close range engagement, Da Ji Ba’s body burned with intense flames; his breathing grew fierce and explosive as he pressed hard against the Unimpeded one—pounding away in rapid succession. Punch after punch landed on the torso and face of the Water Spirit, sending sparks flying and forcing the Wu Gu Master to stumble back. Tapping rhythmically, the Unimpeded one stabilized his stance, seized Da Ji Ba’s muscular wrist with both hands, and grinned: “Good punches—quite painful!” Then he kicked at Da Ji Ba’s abdomen. Da Ji Ba flew like a football in a Chinese national team match, skidding sideways and crashing into the wall at the far end of the corridor—the impact shook the entire structure. This wasn’t merely lack of technique—it was a clear gap in raw strength. The Water Spirit’s integrated Gusha had strong defensive capabilities and immense power. As Da Ji Ba was kicked backward, Bai Long stepped forward, her feet gliding across a stream of flowing water—she ascended to the second floor on the current's momentum. She did not use her long blade on her back; instead, she raised two spheres of water in her palms and slammed them at the Unimpeded one’s body. “Dying!” To the Water Spirit, this attack method seemed too exposed—full of vulnerabilities—and a certain path to self-destruction. He pulled his arms into a solid fist, briefly bracing before pushing with full muscle power—his limbs tensed and propelled the punch toward Bai Long's head. *Poph!* Bai Long’s head exploded—cracked open like a burst of water droplets—and instantly reformed. She pressed forward unrelenting, pushing the spheres into the Unimpeded one’s chest. *Shh-shh*, continuous sounds—her scales scorched by Da Ji Ba’s fire now released puffs of white steam. Two sharp gunshots followed in rapid succession. The Unimpeded one felt a sharp pain in his chest—the previously unyielding scales cracked under the force of the bullets. After alternating between heat and cold, the scales grew brittle. “You insolent woman!” He was thunderstruck, his amber eyes fixed on Guan Ya at the living room end. Guan Ya paid no attention to him—she did not continue shooting either, because others needed her precise point support. At this moment, the spacious living area was in complete chaos. The only Night Wandering Deity remained tucked in a corner, observing the battle with calm composure—waiting patiently, like an assassin should. On the west side of the living room, the spider woman faced off against Li Dongze and two Earth Oddities, along with two Wood Demons. The spider woman raised her four legs to support her upper body high, while her other four legs acted as spears—quickly stabbing in rhythmic succession, leaving blurred shadows behind. Li Dongze held firm at the front, using his staff for blocking, sweeping, or striking—the single staff deflected attacks from all angles launched by the “spears.” He seemed able to anticipate the spider woman’s attack paths—and when a solid defense was impossible, relied on agile footwork to evade. Though it appeared perilous, he consistently managed to turn danger into advantage. The two agile Wood Demons circled around her, shooting at her abdomen and head—each shot pierced through her dark, thick body, spilling yellow-green fluids. Despite lacking strong defenses, the spider woman possessed powerful self-repairing abilities and good agility—the wounds torn by bullets healed within seconds. How strong is the close-quarters skill of the Chief? I must apologize to the Chief—I didn’t expect you to be such a solid asset—only worth 75 gold coins… Zhang Yuanqing nearly stood still in astonishment. On the southern end of the living room, Level 3 Wood Demon Qingting led two Water Spirits and two Fire Masters in fierce combat with the Insect Person—the area was in disarray, with furniture shattered and floors cracked. This graceful woman in a qipao possessed formidable strength—her power equal to the best when comparing physical prowess—and alongside her team, she even managed to press the insect person back. The quietest engagement was between Tang Guoqiang and the human-headed snake—a middle-aged man wearing a Miner’s Hat who held onto the tail of the creature, feet planted firmly on the ground—constantly drawing strength from the earth beneath him, immovable. The large snake angrily coiled around him, gradually tightening its grip, muscles rippling as it attempted to crush his bones—the Earth Oddity proved tough, like a solid iron block. It tried to bite and attack with toxic fangs—but each time, the Miner’s Hat generated a yellow light shield that blocked every charge. The two parties were now locked in an uneasy stalemate. Guan Ya extended her arms—alternately shooting at both the spider woman and the insect person—constantly adjusting her stance to support the entire battlefield. Da Ji Ba and Bai Long had been jointly pressured—they could not sustain this much longer, and must swiftly resolve the three Gusha monsters… Zhang Yuanqing observed the characteristics of the enemies, contemplating which prop to deploy next. The Dreaming Jade Symbol was reserved for life-saving purposes—its summoned entity is a Master-level Evil Organization—and would only be used in extreme circumstances. The Red Mantle—the use of this had been limited and precious, like a top-tier reserve item. As for the Red Dance Shoes—the monsters were either exceptionally defensive or possessed self-healing abilities—this prop could suppress them but not achieve immediate kills. Moreover, deploying it would reveal that Zhang Yuanqing owns a *prop_type*. When Ou Xiangrong was slain earlier, the Red Dance Shoes had similarly held firm against the Enchantment Demon, gradually wearing down the opponent over time. The most powerful aspect of this prop wasn’t its destructive power—it was an unceasing, unstoppable pursuit ability. No one among these monsters had used their props so far—indeed, not every Realm Walker possessed such tools; Zhang Yuanqing’s own props were earned at great personal cost. Guan Ya held three such items—but she too had endured a single S-level trial and was from a Spirit Realm family. One aspect remained puzzling: these monsters should all be Realm Walkers—why are they not using their skills? Is this due to transformation-related side effects, or have they lost rational control over their abilities? Zhang Yuanqing pondered this thoughtfully—and suddenly noticed Li Dongze in danger. Li Dongze saw the spider woman’s abdomen contract—her body arching upward with a strong lift of her head. Recognizing the threat, he instinctively rolled to the side—the area where he stood became draped in a thick web of sticky strands. He continued rolling—waves of threads chased after him, finally landing on his legs and firmly adhering to the floor. The spider woman’s eyes blazed with intense red light—her two spear-like legs lifted high—and then plunged downward. *Pong!* *Pong!* Two Wood Demons targeted her head, firing their guns. Her head seemed struck hard by a wooden pole—tipping slightly to one side—the body wobbled as well. This saved Li Dongze’s life—one spear missed his shoulder and the other pierced the ground beside his waist. “Shh!” The spider woman was furious—driven by an instinctual sense of hostility, she abandoned Li Dongze and charged directly toward the Wood Demon who had struck her head. The two Earth Oddities pulled Li Dongze backward. “Ah!” Li Dongze drew a deep breath—the pain in his shoulders was severe; yet the pain at his ankles intensified—being repeatedly doused with hot oil, which carried strong corrosive and toxic properties. “Chief, are you all right?” Zhang Yuanqing approached. Li Dongze surveyed himself—wounded, bloodied, disheveled—and replied: “Of course I’m not fine—this is far from graceful. I cannot continue fighting—I'm unable to withstand her sudden thrusts; Yuan Shi’s evasiveness is insufficient for direct pressure, so she can only attack in surprise.” At this moment, the two Wood Demons were now perilously exposed—they possessed exceptional agility—but could not anticipate attacks as effectively as scouts would. Their ability to persist thus relied entirely on Guan Ya’s continuous gunfire support. “Go assist them,” Li Dongze said, his brows furrowed. The changes here drew attention from Tang Guoqiang and Qingting—these official Realm Walkers felt a growing sense of concern. With the absence of Li Dongze—the Level 3 Scout—as a primary point of coordination, these two-level members could no longer maintain control over the enemies. This would break the current balance—they’d have to defend against both immediate threats and fear constant ambushes by the spider woman. Should she succeed in striking them down, several casualties would tip the outcome decisively. Meanwhile, the battle on the second floor remained intense—Bai Long and Da Ji Ba were uncertain how long they could hold out. “Chief, it’s mine,” Zhang Yuanqing said with confidence: “I’ve already seen through their strategies.” Zhang Yuanqing opened his inventory, pulling out a slender willow-blade—a length of forty centimeters—shimmering in cold light. In Li Dongze’s astonished gaze, Zhang Yuanqing plunged the blade into his own thigh. At once, this prop originally derived from the Enchantment Demon awakened—it greedily absorbed the blood of its master—Zhang Yuanqing felt himself grow weak and hollowed out. The spider woman possessed self-repairing capabilities; ordinary attacks caused only limited damage. This *Sanguine Blade*’s bleeding effect effectively counteracted that healing ability. “Guan Ya, protect me!” Zhang Yuanqing called. He entered Night Wandering mode—his form slowly fading into the shadows. As Guan Ya was mid-shot on the Unimpeded one, she spun her feet and twisted her waist—aligning her gun to face the spider woman—and decisively pressed the trigger. Compared with the semi-random shooting of the Wood Demons, Guan Ya’s accuracy was truly exceptional—each bullet struck the spider woman’s head, shoulders, and chest—sending splashes of blood and tearing flesh. She staggered under the impact. The two Wood Demons relaxed—they had just barely managed to escape—but as they fled, they looked back at the spider woman—suddenly seeing her pale, long neck split open in an eerie manner—as if severed by a sharp instrument. *Tic-tic-tic!* As the spider woman leaned sideways, her eight legs moved with dizzying speed—driving her body several centimeters to one side—just narrowly avoiding decapitation. A figure rose from the air before her—floating in mid-air. Guan Ya shifted her feet and adjusted her angle—ready to fire at the spider woman to protect Zhang Yuanqing. At that moment, the neck artery had been severed—the spider woman opened a bright red mouth—from ear to root—and roared with an agonizing cry. The sound waves rolled through the entire villa—every person inside—including all three Gusha monsters—felt their minds “hush” and went blank—expression stunned. The spider woman raised her upper body, lifted both forelimbs, and struck downward with forceful precision. *Huh!* That woman is actually a Musician Skill! Zhang Yuanqing, in the very last moment of crisis, transferred the dizziness effect to his inner *person_name*. The infant spirit curled into sleep—her legs kicked—like she had just woken from a nightmare. Unable to move while suspended mid-air, Zhang Yuanqing remained composed—opened his inventory—and summoned the “Steady One” Pearl. The sharp spear-legs struck against him—but were blocked by a yellow light aura radiating from his body surface. Zhang Yuanqing landed—the pearl returned to his inventory—he rolled over and vanished again into Night Wandering mode. He confirmed one key point: these monsters still retained their original skills—yet, due to lost rationality, they now relied solely on instinct when executing them—unable to perform finely refined actions. Zhang Yuanqing rose from the ground—circumnavigating behind the spider woman—and with full force plunged the Sanguine Blade into her thick, plump abdomen. With a decisive *shh-ha!* sound—the deeply patterned belly split open—large volumes of yellow-green fluid surged out—mixed with unpleasant internal tissues. The spider woman screamed and launched herself backward, then lifted her head again to emit a piercing, wailing roar whose waves rolled out in succession. Her arteries still gushed with blood, and her abdomen contracted and quivered, striving desperately to mend the wounds—but the bleeding overwhelmed the healing process, leaving her powerless as life ebbed away. After one final, gasping surge of struggle and impact, she collapsed against the windowpane, convulsing helplessly before finally succumbing to death.