The agents of the Special Affairs Bureau, crouched by the floor-to-ceiling windows of various rooms, no longer hesitated and pulled the trigger downward.

Bullets rained down like a torrential storm. Li Ang picked up the armor plate from the top of the armored vehicle and casually flung it backward, blocking the barrage of bullets while his figure slipped into the interior of the armored vehicle.

Inside the spacious cabin, four agents of the Special Affairs Bureau, dressed in black suits and wearing headphones, sat in front of the computer operating system of the mobile command center.

Seeing Li Ang suddenly appear, they instinctively stood up. Three of them drew their weapons, while one punched toward the red button beside the computer operating system.

Spiritual Energy, release.

Li Ang's clothes fluttered violently even without wind, and the monocle perched on his nose reflected the light spilling from the ceiling of the vehicle.

Spiritual Energy surged in the confined space, effortlessly piercing through the protection of the Special Affairs Bureau agents, leaving their bodies rigid and unable to move.

The agent in the far corner, veins bulging on their face, arm trembling slightly, exerted all their strength, yet was unable to push their fist even an inch toward the red button.

Li Ang ignored the immobilized individuals, stepped forward, raised his arm, and transformed his hand into a gun, piercing through the mobile command center.

The sturdy special alloy softened like sand before him, accompanied by the crackling of electric sparks, causing the internal power of the armored vehicle to halt,

and the energy fluctuations that hovered over the neighborhood and annoyed Li Ang dissipated.

Finally, it's more comfortable now.

Li Ang slowly withdrew his arm, stomped heavily with his foot, his figure bolting upward like a rocket, piercing through the damaged vehicle roof, and hovered mid-air.

The barrier suppressing transcendent powers, maintained by the armored vehicle, had vanished,

and Li Ang twisted his neck, scanning the surroundings with his gaze.

[Sensory Connection]

[Demoralization]

[Paralysis Hint]

The agents of the Special Affairs Bureau within his line of sight had no time to struggle and fell like wheat stalks.

The agents were not all players; most present had merely undergone rigorous training, their bodies strengthened, equipped with standard gear.

Their armor could not exempt them from the violent Spiritual Energy, and their steadfast will could not override reality or force their temporarily paralyzed limbs back into action.

After a wave of Spiritual Energy impacted, only a few Transcendents could remain standing, but they too were in peril—their colleagues in the same room, eyes bloodshot, were already roaring like beasts as they pounced toward them.

[Sensory Invasion]

[Mind Suggestion]

The terror of Spiritual Energy lay in its formless and intangible, endlessly changing nature,

and once one's resilience could not exempt it, the mind opened its doors, ready for re-writing.

Li Ang calmly retracted his gaze, stepped onto an invisible staircase, and leaped to the rooftop terrace, peering into the distance.

The headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau, it was in... that direction.

He slowly bent his knees,

the ground of the terrace subtly trembled, and dust shook off and fell.

Ka!

The ground mysteriously collapsed and sunk, cracking open in a web-like pattern,

and Li Ang bolted like an arrow, diving downward, stepping as he went.

The bustling streets, crowds, traffic, supermarket stores, green plants.

This road, which he traveled countless times during commuting, was exceedingly familiar to him.

Below, startled exclamations from pedestrians rose up, and traffic at the intersection suddenly halted. The front and back of several cars gently collided, producing sharp, piercing honks.

Dive, advance.

The ground grew closer in his sight,

and just as he was about to collide with the ground, a white light flashed in his hand.

[Summoning Art: Fearful Warhorse]

A jet-black warhorse with a mane engulfed in cold flames manifested in the Mortal Realm, neighing skyward, its eyes emitting crimson light, leaving two trails of red shadows in the air.

Li Ang landed on the horse's back, the front hooves of the Fearful Warhorse stomped heavily onto the ground, igniting flames that bore no heat.

Advance three.

No need for words, the warhorse obediently lowered its head, exhaling two streams of pale vapor from its nostrils,

the developed muscles beneath its skin operated distinctly.

The horse hooves struck the ground, trampling, galloping madly.

The gale whistled past his ears, the street scenes on either side rapidly retreated in his vision,

wherever he passed, vehicles on both sides scrambled to evade, crashing into fire hydrants, sending up water columns.

Li Ang's heart was more serene than ever, as still as a calm body of water, without a ripple.

The vehicles ahead gradually thinned, and the noise of helicopter rotor blades came from above.

They arrived a little faster than I expected.

Li Ang's expression remained indifferent, drawing the Tyrant Halberd from the void.

After several battles, the sharp blade of the halberd had already fractured, incomplete, the pitch-black halberd body riddled with cracks.

But, it was still capable of a fight.

The Fearful Warhorse turned at the intersection, the street ahead suddenly opened up wide,

pedestrians, vehicles, all vanished,

replaced by three groups of armored vehicles blocking three sides of the intersection, along with the fully armed Mobile Detachment.

Just as when they faced the anomaly of the Mirage Dragon,

the Mobile Detachment had constructed a solid temporary defense at the intersection, machine gun turrets, fortification barriers, Energy Shields.

Ka-ka-ka-ka—

The roof of the armored vehicle folded to the sides, rising rapidly despite seeming slow, revealing a larger, more intricately patterned bismuth metal column.

Buzz!

The bismuth metal column emitted an eerie pale blue light, extending from the armored vehicle upward, forming a light screen.

The three groups of armored convoys formed three light screens,

while from the shop on the street behind Li Ang, another team of Mobile Detachment agents emerged,

holding heavy bismuth metal columns with bases, filling the gap in the light screen, forming four walls,

encasing Li Ang within.

The ambient Energy was suppressed.

Li Ang closed his eyes, sensing the subtle blockage of energy flow in his limbs and bones.

"Surrender, and be captured!"

A deep, resonant roar that vibrated the air echoed from ahead,

a middle-aged man with piercing eyes and thick eyebrows, the golden lion's silhouette looming behind him, charged toward Li Ang.

Thud-thud-thud-thud.

The ground beneath his feet quaked and tore, the lion's silhouette behind him roared ferociously, repelling spirits, dispelling all evil.

The Fearful Warhorse, galloping rapidly, seemed to be somewhat affected by the golden lion's afterimage, its icy flames on the mane slightly dimmed.

An old acquaintance.

The captain of the fifth unit of the Mobile Detachment, Xun Zian, previously encountered during the King of Shengnan mission.

A faint smile turned up on Li Ang's lips, without any slowing or hesitation, instead urging the Fearful Warhorse to accelerate again, charging toward Xun Zian and the towering pale blue light screen.

"Roar!!!"

The lion's image behind Xun Zian, constructed by the Lion Elephant Beast King Roar, bellowed in fury,

golden light flickered on his body, both legs firmly planting into the ground, arms swung backward, and with the expansion and compression of his back muscles, he suddenly struck out!

On the horse's back, Li Ang leaned forward, neither dodging nor avoiding, rotating his left fist and thrusting forward,

colliding directly with Xun Zian's arms.

Boom!!

The air shattered explosively, the lion's image behind Xun Zian trembled sharply, and he was thrown back rapidly, as if struck by a high-speed train, his legs carving long gouges on the ground,