High-level martial arts: Long spear with black flames to suppress demons.

Sitting behind the stall was the old woman named Zhang Cuihua from the information. She was wearing a dark gray coarse cloth gown, her face was full of wrinkles, and her triangular eyes revealed a shrewdness.

Shen Chang'an stood in a shadowy corner a dozen meters away, a faint orange-red light silently igniting deep within his eyes.

Fire Eyes activated.

In Huoshaotong's vision, the other fortune tellers were empty-headed, just ordinary people who relied on their words to deceive people. Only Zhang Cuihua had fluctuations of spiritual energy within her.

"The Four Realms?"

Shen Chang'an muttered to herself with a hint of surprise. No wonder she could have Li Sinan and Sun Dapao, those tough guys at the third realm, completely under her thumb; it turns out she's a genuine fourth-realm evil cultivator.

Moreover, judging from her appearance, this old woman's disguise was perfect. No wonder she was able to hide in Qingzhou District for more than half a year without being discovered by the patrol personnel of the Zhenye Division.

"The evil cultivators of the Fourth Realm can be quite destructive if they are cornered. We must act swiftly to avoid widespread panic."

Shen Chang'an considered his options, not wanting to alert the enemy. He took out his phone and sent an encrypted message to the logistics team he had just spoken to:

The target is under the Xizhimen overpass. A heretical cultivator from the Four Realms. Immediately send people to set up barrier nodes around the area, bringing 'Forgetfulness Spray'. Once the operation begins, all the charlatans and witnesses nearby will have their memories erased.

About seven or eight minutes later, a low voice came through the headset from a logistics team member: "Team Leader Shen, the barrier nodes in all four directions have been concealed and placed. As long as you give the order, the Level 1 sealed barrier can be deployed at any time."

Shen Chang'an leaned against the cold bridge pier, watching the occasional passersby and the few customers waiting for their fortunes to be told. He sighed helplessly and muttered, "Arresting people in the city is really troublesome."

He waited patiently for a few more minutes.

As lunchtime approached, the flow of people under the bridge finally began to decrease significantly. The customers queuing in front of Zhang Cuihua's stall finished their last fortune telling, scanned their QR codes to pay, and left satisfied.

At this moment, besides Zhang Cuihua, there were only four other fortune tellers dozing off in this area under the bridge, and one or two food delivery guys passing by in a hurry.

The scope of the impact has been reduced to a manageable level.

"Let's do it."

Shen Chang'an coldly issued the order into the miniature headset.

"Buzz—!"

With a slight tremor, a transparent barrier, imperceptible to the naked eye, instantly opened up under the overpass, completely isolating this space from the outside world.

At the very moment the barrier was formed, Shen Chang'an moved!

He didn't even use his explosive step; he simply formed a black rune that exuded a terrifying aura on the spot.

"【control】!"

A jet-black talisman, as fast as lightning, instantly traversed a distance of over ten meters and appeared directly above Zhang Cuihua's stall.

Zhang Cuihua felt the terrifying aura of destruction coming from above her head, and her old face instantly turned pale with horror!

Before she could even raise her head, the rune exploded with a bang, and dozens of thick iron chains burning with black flames burst forth like pythons from their caves, instantly sealing off all her escape routes in all directions!

"Holy crap! What the hell is this?!"

"My goodness! Is this magic or a movie?!"

The few fake charlatans who were dozing off nearby were so frightened by this sudden turn of events that they ran away in a panic.

At the center of the encirclement by the black flame chains.

Zhang Cuihua let out a sharp, piercing scream, knowing she had encountered a master from the Night Guard. In this life-or-death moment, the old woman decisively bit her tongue, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

"Secret Insect Magic Substitute!"

As black blood sprayed out, Zhang Cuihua's withered body suddenly exploded with a "bang," transforming into thousands upon thousands of disgusting black beetles! These beetles, like a black whirlwind, frantically fled outwards through the gaps in the black flame chains.

"Hmph, a mere trick."

Faced with this seemingly bizarre escape method, Shen Chang'an merely snorted disdainfully.

The so-called Insect Substitution Technique sounds mysterious, but it's nothing more than a cheap illusion. It uses spiritual power to create a large area of ​​visual and sensory interference, making the opponent mistakenly believe that the caster has dispersed and escaped. In reality, the caster's true body hasn't gone far at all and is still hidden within this illusion. This trick is as laughable as the Emperor's New Clothes in front of Shen Chang'an's Fiery Eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Shen Chang'an's figure vanished from his original spot in an instant, and the next second, he appeared like a ghost in a blank area in mid-air.

His right hand, wreathed in raging black flames, roughly grabbed at the seemingly empty air in front of him!

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

A piercing sound of burning flesh rang out instantly, and a nauseating smell of burning flesh filled the air.

The swarming, phantom-like insects instantly shattered and dissipated like bubbles.

"Aaaaaah—my shoulder!!!"

Zhang Cuihua, who had been hiding in the air, was forced to reveal her true form. At this moment, Shen Chang'an's right hand, like an iron clamp, was gripping her right shoulder tightly. The terrifying black flames had already burned through her clothes, charring her flesh black.

Shen Chang'an didn't even bother to look at her pained and distorted old face. He took out the shackles specially made by the Zhenye Division and, with two "click-clack" sounds, locked her hands tightly.

The moment the shackles were put on her, the cold, yin spiritual power within Zhang Cuihua's body was instantly sealed off. She crashed to the ground like a lump of mud, howling in pain.

at the same time.

Outside the barrier, the logistics team members who had been lying in ambush and the special police officers who had just been urgently transferred by the Municipal Bureau surged into the area under the bridge like a tide.

They quickly set up a cordon. Several support staff members in black suits, carrying a small device resembling a spray can, swiftly approached the terrified fortune teller and passersby.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there has just been a gas leak here, causing a deflagration. To prevent the inhalation of harmful gases, please cooperate with us by spraying some disinfectant. Look at this red light..."

"laugh--"

A burst of white light flashed by, and the eyes of the ordinary people instantly became confused and dazed. They were then orderly guided by the police to leave the scene.

Shen Chang'an picked up Zhang Cuihua, whose body was covered in charred soot, like a chick and casually tossed her to the logistics team who had run over.

"This old woman is a big fish, a fourth-level evil cultivator. We should be able to pry a lot of information about human trafficking and the black market out of her. Take her back to the station and let the interrogation department give her a good talking to."

Shen Chang'an patted the dust off his hands and looked in another direction from the old town:

"Please clean this place up. I have to rush to the next operation. There's only one left, Wang Hai. We have to finish them off today."