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

The demonic figure in the distance roared again, its form flashing to Bai Yin's side in an instant.

With its crimson eyes fixed on its prey on the ground, the demonic figure raised the giant blade formed from black mist high, its killing intent to cut through everything, and slashed it down fiercely at Bai Yin's head!

"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"

"But I just turned 100. I can live for hundreds more. I'm still young and don't want to die."

At this critical moment.

"Boom—Buzz!!!"

The roar of heavy motorcycles tore through the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, a strange black flame suddenly burst into flames on the demonic figure's body with a "boom"!

"Aaaaaahh ...

The demonic shadow's original ferocious killing intent instantly turned into extreme fear. It frantically patted the black flames on its body, but the flames were like maggots clinging to its bones, burning brighter and brighter, and even began to burn its demonic essence.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The spear, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, pierced the demon's chest with unerring accuracy, pinning the fourth-tier demon to the thick load-bearing wall of the factory with a deafening boom!

The enormous recoil force instantly caused the entire wall to be covered in cracks.

"squeak--"

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and a pure black heavy motorcycle came to a stop a few meters away with a violent drift.

Shen Chang'an, still wearing his blue and white school uniform, supported himself on one leg. He took off his tactical headphones, glanced at the pitiful Bai Yin on the ground, and said with a hint of apology, "Sorry, there were a lot of cars ahead, so I'm late."

Bai Yin opened her eyes and saw that familiar figure; tears almost welled up in her eyes.

"Boss..."

Baiyin coughed up a mouthful of bloody saliva and weakly pointed at the demonic shadow still struggling wildly on the wall.

"I'm fine... Don't let it get away, beat it to a pulp!"

"receive."

Shen Chang'an nodded slightly, turned around, and looked at the fourth-tier demon that was nailed to the wall.

The demonic shadow seemed to sense a terrifying threat of death; it struggled frantically, trying to pull the spear out of its chest.

But Shen Chang'an had already walked up to it.

"They trespassed into my territory without permission and even beat my cute little cat like this."

Shen Chang'an gripped the handle of "Jieyun" with one hand, a hint of violence flashing in his eyes.

"Are you ready for how you're going to die?"

The moment the words fell, Shen Chang'an's terrifying spiritual pressure at the fifth level of the Spirit Sea Realm erupted like a tsunami without reservation!

"Zheng—!"

He suddenly pulled the spear from the wall, the shaft cutting through the air with a piercing screech.

Black flames instantly covered the entire spear!

Shen Chang'an exerted force from his waist, swinging the hundred-pound spear with both arms, and with a terrifying force capable of shattering mountains, he slammed it hard into the waist of the demonic shadow!

"BOOM—!!!"

There was no suspense, no stalemate.

The defensive and regenerative abilities that fourth-tier monsters pride themselves on are as thin as paper in the face of absolute power.

The moment the spear swept across, the massive body of the demon was instantly cleaved in half and blown apart!

The entire abandoned factory trembled violently from the aftershocks of the attack, and the violent wind, mixed with the residual heat of the black flames, almost blinded Bai Yin in the distance.

one strike.

A single strike instantly killed a fourth-tier opponent!

Bai Yin sat blankly on the ground, staring at the boy who carried a long spear and looked like a god of war descending to earth, his eyes filled with shock and fanaticism.

So strong... ridiculously strong!

But when her gaze fell upon the layer of black flames burning on the spear, her demonic instincts made her shiver involuntarily.

No matter how many times she watched it, it still filled her with a deep-seated fear.

The demonic shadow dissipated tragically in mid-air, leaving behind only a wisp of primordial demonic energy as thick as ink, writhing in place like a small snake.

Shen Chang'an stepped forward, took out a specially made transparent glass container from his pocket, uncorked it, absorbed and sealed the wisp of demonic energy, and then put it back in his pocket.

He raised his wrist and pressed the call button on his digital watch: "Old Zhao, the target has been cleared, and I've taken care of this wisp of demonic energy. Notify the logistics team to come and clean up the area, and bring some materials to repair the cement; a lot of the factory roofs here have been torn down."

After giving his instructions, Shen Chang'an picked up his spear and strolled toward Bai Yin, who was not far away.

Baiyin had managed to sit up with difficulty.

Her gray sports T-shirt was torn in several places, the worst being her abdomen, which was covered in a shocking black stain, but thankfully it wasn't pierced through.

Shen Chang'an squatted down in front of her and took out a small black medicine box with the emblem of the Night Guard from his bag. This was an officially supplied external wound ointment, which had a remarkable effect on promoting the healing of flesh and blood.

"Bear with it."

Without even a proper greeting, Shen Chang'an swiftly reached out, lifted the hem of Bai Yin's sports top, and pushed it directly to her stomach.

The girl's slender and supple abdomen was instantly exposed to the cool air.

Years of martial arts training, combined with her cat demon physique, have given her a beautiful waistline and fair, delicate skin, resembling mutton fat jade.

But at this moment, the wound that stretched across it was a major eyesore.

Suddenly having her clothes so openly lifted by a member of the opposite sex, Baiyin's cheeks instantly flushed with an unnatural blush.

She instinctively shrank back, but seeing Shen Chang'an's face, which looked like he was inspecting pork, she stopped moving abruptly.

However, the long black tail behind her was swinging uncontrollably on the floor tiles, making a "pattering" sound.

Shen Chang'an used his fingertip to pick up a smear of cool ointment and gently applied it to the wound.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Bai Yin gasped, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Bear with it, the medication is taking effect."

Shen Chang'an spoke calmly, his hands moving without stopping, as he carefully wiped over the few scattered scratches on her arms and shoulders.

After applying the medicine, Shen Chang'an stood up, dusted off the medicine residue on his hands, and asked, looking down, "Can you stand up by yourself?"

Baiyin raised her head, her beautiful amber eyes looking at him with big, watery eyes. Her tail curled up behind her and she whimpered, her voice soft and sweet as if she were whining: "No... Boss, my legs are weak, they hurt so much."

As she spoke, she tentatively stretched out her two little hands, hovering them in mid-air, the meaning of which was all too clear—she wanted a hug, or at least to be carried on someone's back.

According to the normal script, the male lead should then show his overwhelming boyfriend power by picking her up in his arms and leaving a majestic silhouette in the night.

In response, Shen Chang'an simply nodded: "Alright, since you can't stand up, then sit here and rest for a while. The logistics team should be here in about ten minutes. I'll have them bring a stretcher up and carry you back to the medical department safely."

"..."

Bai Yin's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze instantly, and three figurative black lines seemed to hang down on her fair forehead.

She stared incredulously at the blockhead in his school uniform, gritting her teeth as she snapped, "Shen Chang'an! Don't you even know what it means to cherish a woman?! No wonder you're so handsome and still a bachelor your whole life!"