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

The patterns were strangely regular, with consistent depth; these were shoes that no craftsman in the world could possibly make.

Frillie crouched down and gently touched the edge of the shoe print with her fingertips.

A group of humans, who demolished the city with their bare hands and wore shoes of unknown origin, robbed the demons of all their wealth and then vanished into thin air.

The direction this clue pointed to made even this seasoned elf feel uneasy.

"We're changing our route."

Frillie stood up and dusted off her knees.

"Where to?" Philon asked.

"Follow these tracks." Frilian stuffed the grimoire back into her backpack. "I want to know what broke into this continent."

"If that thing can demolish cities, and we encounter it... can we defeat it?"

Shutark followed behind, and couldn't help but mutter something to himself.

……

All Heavens Gashapon Shop.

Li Ang sat cross-legged behind the counter, with a holographic screen in front of him displaying live footage of the magical world.

In the scene, Frilian is squatting in front of the ruins, studying the red symbol with a puzzled look on her face.

"Haha." Li Ang laughed so hard he slapped his thigh, almost spilling the cola in his hand.

Darcy leaned over for a look and chuckled.

"Boss, is this a whole-house dried product?"

"Who else could it be?" Li Ang wiped his eyes. "I told them not to be too ostentatious, but good heavens, they demolished the city and even sprayed the word 'demolish' on it."

"This is cultural export," Darcy commented seriously.

Li Ang waved his hand, signaling her to stop joking, but his eyes were fixed on Frilian's face on the screen.

The attention of the Millennium Elf was drawn to Quanxing.

This was not part of his plan.

"System, mark Frilian's movements." Li Ang suppressed his smile. "Don't let those hotheads from Quanxing actually run into her. Now is not the time."

[Marked. The current straight-line distance between Quanxing and Frilian's team is 63 kilometers. There is no risk of them intersecting at this time.]

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair.

The analysis of the laws of the magical world has increased to seven percent, and the Quanxing group of predators can exploit him even more than he expected.

However, once that thousand-year-old elf truly sets her mind on something, things won't be so simple.

"What's Gong Qing's next target again?" Li Ang swiped open the mission panel.

A line of text popped up on the screen.

[Current target tracked by the All-Powerful Sect: Triangular General-level Demon.]

Li Ang narrowed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

The Triangle General is a valuable currency that can be exchanged for a high-level gacha pull.

"Interesting." He grabbed a handful of popcorn and popped it into his mouth. "Let's see if these vultures can crack this tough nut."

……

Deep in the dense forest, a temporary camp for the Quanxing.

Gong Qing squatted under a big tree, with the route map drawn by Xia He spread out in front of him.

Two lines: one is the marching route of General Triangle, and the other is the movement trajectory of Frilian's squad.

They are converging in the same direction.

"Master Gong, that general moved north again this morning," a member of the reconnaissance team reported in a low voice. "All sixty mid-level guards are still there."

Gong Qing stared at the intersection on the map and tapped it with his finger.

At this rate, General Triangle and Frillie will meet within two days at most.

That will be the best time for Quanxing to take action.

"Keep watching, keep your distance." Gong Qing put away the map. "No one is allowed to be exposed."

Gao Ning squatted to the side, looking aggrieved.

"Master Gong, we've been following you for three days now, and you're practically avoiding us. Isn't this incredibly frustrating?"

"We have to endure this frustration." Gong Qing pushed up his glasses. "Think about the information Li Ang gave us. The Triangle General is equivalent to 60-70% of Zhang Zhiwei's strength."

Upon hearing Zhang Zhiwei's name, Gao Ning's arrogance immediately diminished.

The image of that old Celestial Master being able to flatten half a mountain with a single palm strike had already spread throughout the Quanxing circle.

Even at 60-70%, that's enough to turn everyone present into mincemeat.

"Gong Qing, are you so sure Frillie can take down that general?"

Xia He sat on a rock, her white fox tail swaying lazily behind her.

"What if it ends in a draw? Wouldn't we have waited for nothing?"

She fiddled with a strand of hair, her tone devoid of emotion.

"We don't need her to kill him," Gong Qing said calmly. "As long as they fight each other and wear each other down, that's enough."

He looked up at the mountains to the north, shrouded in morning mist.

A thousand-year-old elf and a triangular general—no matter who wins or loses, they'll both be badly injured after the fight.

What Quanxing does is to deliver the final blow to the most exhausted party and then take away their valuables.

"Don't be idle these next few days." Gong Qing stood up, patted his pants, and said, "Clear out the surrounding campsites again and stock up on supplies."

Over the next two days, Quanxing, like a swarm of hungry locusts, swept away all the demon strongholds within a radius of twenty kilometers.

With the method of using cursed spirits to clear the way, their efficiency is frighteningly high.

Gong Qing's cursed spirit first burrowed into the demon's magical patterns to corrode them. Once the demon's magical power was disrupted, the remaining people swarmed in to reap the rewards.

In just two days, Quanxing cleared out four more camps, bringing the total number of demons killed to over two hundred.

The backpack and boxes were crammed full, with three large boxes filled with magic stones alone.

Gong Qing's strength also quietly increased during this process.

One characteristic of the Spell Manipulation Technique is that the more and stronger the spirits it devours, the higher its storage limit becomes.

He fed all the intermediate-level demonic cores he encountered on his way to exterminate them to the cursed spirit.

The inky mist grew thicker day by day, and three of the low-level cursed spirits that clung to his shoulders had evolved into mid-level ones.

"Master Gong, your cursed spirits are getting more and more terrifying." Gao Ning couldn't help but click his tongue as he looked at the writhing black mist.

"The magic of demons is a tonic for cursed spirits."

With a casual wave of his hand, Gong Qing sent a cloud of ink mist back into his body.

"This place is like a breeding ground tailor-made for me."

On the evening of the third day, the investigation team sent back crucial intelligence.

"Master Gong, the Triangle General has stopped." A hurried voice came through the communicator. "He's in a valley about ten kilometers ahead, and it looks like he's setting up camp."

"Where is Frilian?" Gong Qing asked immediately.

"We're coming this way, it'll probably take another half a day to get there."

Gong Qing's gaze darkened.

We're about to run into each other.

He beckoned over the remaining two of the Four Madmen, and together with Xia He and Gao Ning, the five core members formed a circle.

"Let's confirm the plan one last time." Gong Qing's voice was very low. "We won't take the initiative to attack; we'll find a high place overlooking the valley to ambush them."

"Once Frilian and the general start fighting, we'll go for whoever is weaker."

"There are only two targets: the horn of the Triangle General, and anything on the battlefield that contains a sense of destiny."

Xia He licked her lips.

"Li Ang said that relics of heroes and personal items of elves are considered objects of good fortune, right?"

"That's right." Gong Qing nodded. "So if Frilian makes a mistake, we'll have to find a way to get our hands on that hair."

"But," he emphasized, "if she's alright, nobody is allowed to touch her, understand?"