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"A sixth-order mountain-protecting formation, and the spiritual energy is circulating so steadily, it wasn't activated temporarily."

Feng Qingyang stared at the light shield for a couple of seconds, his gaze sweeping from the center of the array to the mountainside, finally landing on the eaves of the ancestral hall at the summit. "It seems that old bastard Yang Yutang had already prepared a tortoise shell for himself."

He didn't rush to take action, but the casualness in his tone had disappeared.

Feng Mo withdrew his gaze, and two barely perceptible clusters of golden flames flashed and disappeared deep within his eyes.

The moment his Fiery Eyes were activated, the world before him suddenly changed.

The mountain shrouded in azure light revealed a completely different scene inside—countless demonic energies rose from every corner of the mountain, so thick they resembled ink seeping from the depths of the earth, staining the interior of the mountain filthy.

The place where the demonic aura is strongest is the Ancestral Temple on the mountaintop.

Several thick, dragon-like pillars of demonic energy twisted and coiled wildly there, their soaring resentment almost corroding the eaves of the ancestral hall into a pitch-black color.

He could see clearly that the source of that demonic energy was not a demonic beast.

Instead, they were human-shaped silhouettes scattered throughout the Jade Face Sect.

Dozens, or even hundreds.

Their auras had been completely permeated and assimilated by demonic power from the inside out, like chess pieces that had been buried long ago and were now being activated simultaneously.

"The demonic aura is very strong." Feng Mo's voice was flat. "It's present throughout the entire mountain, but the aura is strongest in the ancestral hall."

Yun Wanrou frowned deeply: "Are there many demonic beasts?"

"He is a person." Feng Mo only said two words.

Feng Qingyang suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes sharp. "You can see demonic energy? Does the Jade Face Sect have many demonized martial artists?"

Feng Mo didn't explain, but simply nodded calmly, confirming his guess.

Yun Wanrou stood behind Feng Mo and heard their conversation. Her mind went blank.

She suddenly remembered that in Ding City, Feng Mo had killed a demonized martial artist hiding on a lonely peak with a single blow from eighty miles away.

At the time, everyone thought that he sensed the ambush with his extraordinary mental power.

Now she realized that it wasn't true at all!

He can see it directly!

This method is unheard of!

If human warriors possessed such abilities, then the traitors among the demon beasts would be completely exposed.

Looking down at the mountain range below, Yun Wanrou's face gradually darkened.

It turns out that the Jade Face Sect had produced a few scoundrels.

The entire sect is rotten to the core.

Feng Qingyang did not delve further into this matter. He took half a step forward, channeling his martial spirit power into his throat, and his voice transformed into rolling thunder, forcefully pressing down on the protective mountain array below.

"Yang Yutang, Sect Master of the Jade-Faced Sect, come out and see me!"

The sound waves crashed against the light shield, creating visible ripples, and the entire array hummed in response.

However, that's all.

The frequency of the runes on the light shield didn't even change.

Beyond the mountain gate, all was deathly silent.

No one opened the door, there was no response, and not a single member of the Jade Face Sect came out to answer.

Feng Qingyang slowly lowered his hand, a smile appearing on his face, but the cold glint in his eyes made the smile seem murderous.

"Hey, you're asking for it."

He didn't call out a second time, but reached out to Feng Mo and took back the general's token.

"Since they won't come out, then let's smash this turtle shell open and I'll go in and drag them out myself!"

He pointed at the token and ordered in a deep voice, "Issue my order, General! The First, Third, Fifth...Eighth Battalions under the Demon Slayer Division, mobilize all personnel! Seal off all key roads to Jade Face Mountain, not even a fly is allowed to escape!"

A flash of blue light appeared on the General's order, and eight streaks of light instantly pierced the sky, shooting towards various parts of the Demon City.

The sky above the base city of Shanghai was torn open by the piercing sound of an alarm.

Ordinary people, unaware of the situation, simply assumed it was a routine monster warning drill, glancing up briefly before quickly looking down.

However, the leaders of the major forces in Shanghai all stood up abruptly from their respective seclusion rooms and meeting halls at the same time, looking solemnly towards the location of the Demon Slayer Division headquarters.

The eight streaks of light represent eight top-level orders from the commander-in-chief.

This means that eight of the twelve elite battalions of the Demon Slayer Division in Shanghai have been activated simultaneously and entered the highest state of combat readiness!

This is not a drill.

This is war!

Rumbling--

In the west of the city, the Flying Tigers' camp gate suddenly burst open.

One after another, heavy armored vehicles, all black with menacing turrets, roared like a torrent of steel over the special alloy-paved track. The tracks left behind were undisguised, chilling killing intent. The sound of the tracks rubbing against the ground blended together, making one's eardrums tingle.

In the north of the city, the Golden Eagle Camp's lair is built on a cliff hundreds of meters high.

With a high-pitched cry, a giant golden eagle with a wingspan of over thirty meters took to the air, its golden feathers reflecting a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight.

Then, a second, a third... dozens of enormous birds of prey blotted out the sky, casting shadows that covered half the city like dark clouds. Pedestrians on the streets below felt the sky darken, and when they looked up, they were all horrified.

In the underground sewers and shadowy corners of the southern city, figures dressed in bionic combat suits silently blended into the darkness.

They were scouts of the Spirit Serpent Camp, the eyes and fangs of the Demon Slayer Division. They left the city silently, like ghosts, along the most secret routes, heading straight for Jade Face Mountain.

In addition, there are the "Divine Machine Battalion" responsible for long-range firepower coverage, the "Black Tortoise Battalion" skilled in array formation, and other elite troops with various supernatural abilities. Under the leadership of their respective commanders, they converge from all directions of the Demon Capital into a torrent of steel that would make any sixth-tier expert tremble with fear, their target being the Jade Face Sect, which is hundreds of miles away.

The entire city of Shanghai was shaken by Feng Qingyang's order.

……

Less than an hour.

At the foot of Jade Face Mountain, banners were everywhere, and a murderous aura filled the sky.

Nearly five thousand elite soldiers from the Demon Slayer Division surrounded the entire Jade Face Mountain in battalions, making it impossible to move.

Black military tents stretched out in rows, and on the outer defensive line, the energy cannons of hundreds of armored vehicles flashed with a dangerous, eerie blue light, all aligning with the massive cyan protective array at the mountain gate.

The air was thick with the smell of iron and blood, and the chilling atmosphere was almost tangible.

Yang Jinyun, Zhao Yuping, Chen Dong, and other fifth-rank commanders stood side by side in front of the battle, wearing the standard battle armor of their respective battalions.

Behind them stood a silent, mountain-like army.

No one spoke; only the occasional clash of weapons and the fluttering of battle flags in the wind could be heard.

All eyes were fixed on the mountain shrouded in blue light, their gazes as cold as ice.

They are waiting.

Wait for the two generals in the sky to give the final orders.