He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

The thirty-odd low-level demons behind him also smiled.

A uniform smile.

As Gong Qing watched this scene, he couldn't help but mentally give them a score.

Six points.

The performance was too contrived; over thirty faces simultaneously wore the same curved smile.

Even highly trained flight attendants cannot achieve such synchronization.

Moreover, although the intermediate-level demon's tone was gentle, his pupils did not dilate accordingly, and his body language did not show genuine curiosity.

In Quanxing, even the lowest-ranking henchmen are more professional at deceiving people than this.

"Your acting is terrible." Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, his tone indifferent.

The mid-level demon's smile froze for a moment. "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Gao Ning".

As Gong Qing spoke, a deafening explosion erupted from the woods north of the official road.

A burly man wearing a skull T-shirt crashed down from mid-air, his fists covered in black boxing gloves, with crackling electric arcs on their surfaces.

Gao Ning's speed was so fast that even the low-level demons didn't have time to react.

His first punch wasn't aimed at any individual demon, but instead landed on the ground.

boom!

The triple-layered shockwave from the Thunder Array Gauntlets penetrated the ground, spreading outwards from the point of impact.

The ground within a ten-meter radius instantly cracked and sank, and the low-level demons who were casting magical defenses were shaken so badly that they couldn't even stand up.

"What!" The expression of the intermediate demon finally changed.

Its palm rose, and a concentrated magic bullet was gathering.

But Gong Qing will not give it a chance.

Inky mist surged from Gong Qing's shoulders, and five low-level cursed spirits roared as they pounced on the mid-level demon.

Cursed spirits do not use physical attacks; they are pure aggregates of cursed energy that will erode the opponent's magical circuits upon contact.

The intermediate-level demon waved his hand and released a fan-shaped magical shockwave, scattering the first two cursed spirits.

But the remaining three wrapped themselves around it from different angles, and the dark mist seeped into the magical patterns on its arms.

"what!"

The intermediate-level demon let out a distorted roar, the patterns on its arm began to turn black, and the speed of its magical energy flow visibly slowed down.

"Now." Gong Qing's voice echoed across the battlefield.

White threads shot out from between the tree canopies behind Gao Ning.

Xia He had somehow climbed up the ancient tree above her head, her fox tail spreading out in the moonlight.

Seven translucent white threads shot out from the tip of the tail, precisely wrapping around the limbs, waist, and neck of the mid-level demon.

Click!

The intermediate-level demon struggled frantically, but the threads were firmly embedded in its skin, and each struggle only tightened the threads further.

"What...are you...?" Its voice was no longer gentle, but turned into a hoarse roar.

Gong Qing walked over and looked up at the person who was a head and a half taller than him.

"We? Just travelers."

He reached out, his cold fingertips touching the deep purple horn on the forehead of the mid-level demon.

The spell manipulating spirits is activated.

A powerful devouring force poured into Gong Qing's palm, causing the horn of the intermediate-level demon to tremble violently beneath his hand.

The high-purity magic stored within the horn is being extracted in a brutal manner.

"Ahhh!!"

The screams of the intermediate-level demons echoed throughout the forest.

Click!

The horn broke off at the base and fell into Gong Qing's palm.

The mid-level demon, having lost its horn, saw its magical power dissipate, and its grayish-purple skin quickly became dry and dull.

Xiahe retracted the silk thread, and its body fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Meanwhile, the thirty-odd low-level demons around them had already been scattered and defeated by Gao Ning and the main attack team.

The fighting style of Quanxing is not aesthetically pleasing at all...

Three to five people surround one, some entangle it, some deal damage, and some finish it off.

Their teamwork wasn't exactly seamless, but they had the advantage of sheer numbers and their attacks were all aimed at the vital points.

The demons have never experienced this kind of battle.

Their usual opponents are well-trained mages and heroes, who value rules, tactics, and chivalry.

These guys in front of me don't follow any rules at all.

Some people sprinkled lime powder on the demons' eyes, some strangled the demons' necks with wire from behind when they weren't paying attention, and some even used their Qi to strengthen their legs and kick the demons in the groin.

Chaotic, despicable, and efficient.

In less than four minutes, all thirty-odd low-level demons fell to the ground.

"Collect the body! Strip off the horns and anything valuable!"

Gong Qing carefully stuffed the dark purple horn into his backpack, then raised his voice to give the order.

"Be quick, clean up the battlefield in no more than five minutes, then retreat."

The Quanxing members swarmed forward, their movements so practiced that one might suspect they had been in this line of work in a past life.

"Can I exchange these small ones for money?"

Xia He jumped down from the tree, her fox tail curling up a small gray horn from a low-level demon, and handed it to Gong Qing.

"The broken pieces aren't worth much, but there's plenty to fill you up." Gong Qing took them and tossed them into his backpack. "Take them all. I'll have Li Ang appraise them when I get back."

"Master Gong, these are too easy to defeat! Their magical defenses are as flimsy as paper!"

Gao Ning walked over carrying the corpses of two low-level demons, a look of lingering satisfaction on his face.

"That's because my cursed spirits corrupted their magic first." Gong Qing glanced at him. "Don't get cocky, generals aren't like this."

He looked into the western depths.

The general-level demon stronghold marked on the map is located even deeper inside.

That's where the real fat is.

"Let's go." Gong Qing slung his bag over his shoulder. "Let's head north and meet up with the assault team first, and see how things are going at the camp."

The battle at the northern camp went even more smoothly than Gong Qing had anticipated.

Gao Ning's assault team sneaked into the camp directly after the main force of the demons was mobilized. The less than ten low-level demons left behind were caught off guard and were taken completely by surprise.

By the time Gong Qing arrived, the camp had been turned upside down.

"Master Gong! Look at this!" A member of the Quanxing Sect ran over carrying a stone box with intricate magical runes engraved on it.

Gong Qing opened the box, inside which were neatly arranged a dozen or so fist-sized dark red crystals, each with a faint glow flowing within it.

"Magic Stone." Gong Qing remembered that Li Ang had mentioned this in the information he had given him. "It's a container used by demons to store excess magic power, equivalent to... a portable power bank."

"Take them all away, take them all away."

After the entire camp was ransacked, the backpacks and boxes of the Quanxing members were stuffed full.

Gong Qing roughly estimated that the harvest of magic stones and low-level horns alone was worth at least 20 million.

Add to that the deep purple horn of that mid-level demon...

Li Ang once said that a general-level horn could be exchanged for a high-level gacha pull, and although a mid-level horn was a tier lower, it was estimated to be worth several million.

The first day's earnings have already exceeded the total of the previous three days.

But Gong Qing was not blinded by his emotions.

"Everyone gather together and return to the teleportation point to rest," he ordered.

"Huh? Not going to continue?" Gao Ning complained, "I haven't had enough yet!"