Everyone looked pale and ashen.

Bang, bang, bang—a series of loud explosions drew people's attention to the sky.

The rubble hanging high in the air disappeared in patches, the stone dust scattered like white flour.

Zuo Ling, transformed into a swift, darted swiftly through the rubble, occasionally extending her claws to stick a miniature bomb onto the stones.

Xiao Hao piloted the plane, keeping his distance from her. Pei Nansheng, carrying the FGM-148, marked the target. Whoosh, a shell drew a beautiful tail fin, bang... and exploded into a cloud of dust.

While dodging the rubble, Pei Nansheng noticed something: the spot where he hit the strange pattern was at the joint.

Whoosh... another shot, bang...

Inside the cave, the old man had half a black coat hanging from his neck, while the other half had degenerated into the appearance of a 4 or 5-year-old child.

His sinister eyes revealed a sense of resentment and desolation at the impending doom. With half of his body useless, the old man could hardly sustain the prolonged consumption of his supernatural abilities with the body of a four or five-year-old child.

The baby slammed its tiny hand on the couch without any force, gritting its teeth as it spat out two names: "Pei Nansheng, Zuo Ling..."

The old man's supernatural abilities were insufficient to allow him to see the battle situation clearly, and he really couldn't figure out how those two brats who had betrayed the Ding family were able to fight against him.

Before Zuo Ling could clear the pebbles suspended in mid-air, they suddenly fell to the ground, and the surrounding clouds and mist dissipated at the same time.

A strong wind blew, and sand and dust filled the sky, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

The wind stopped, the sand fell, and a person exclaimed:

"My God, this is Xiling Mountain! We're actually in Xiling Mountain!"

Xiling Mountain is not far from Jincheng. Before the apocalypse, Xiling Mountain was famous for its snow-capped peaks that never melted, and many people liked to come here to escape the summer heat.

Because of his business, Zheng Yecheng often invites friends to vacation at Xiling Mountain, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree there.

Who could have imagined that there was such a powerful being in the world who used extraordinary means to designate Mount Xiling as his nutrient pool?

Those who reacted quickly took off running downhill, afraid that if they were too slow, they would get trapped inside again.

Everyone realized what was happening and, in no time, they had all run away.

The three appeared in a flash, and Zuo Ling asked Pei Nansheng:

"Brother, we shouldn't be far from the reclusive elder's lair. Can you tell where he is?"

Pei Nansheng held up his binoculars and looked around for a long time. Xiao Hao wanted to practice his eyesight, so he followed his brother to search.

After looking for a while, Pei Nansheng pointed to the mountain range opposite Xiling Mountain and said, "It's most likely in that direction."

Zuo Ling and Xiao Hao said in unison, "Blow it up."

As for whether innocent people would be harmed, the two did not consider it.

Pei Nansheng didn't object. If it weren't for Zuo Ling, and a bit of luck, he would have almost died today.

Helicopters, fully loaded with missiles, take off, boom, boom, boom...

Another 14 missiles were launched, and the hilltop designated by Pei Nansheng was leveled.

After the fight, turn around and destroy the cave they came in through.

They clapped their hands in celebration; if he was still alive after that, it would be incredible.

In this battle, Zuo Ling lost one helicopter, and two others were severely damaged. Their capital was flowing out rapidly. The little ammunition that Chief Mei gave them was not even enough to fill their teeth. Zuo Ling was in great pain.

After the three siblings left, the smoke of battle cleared.

A cold wind swept by, and the sand on the leveled hilltop rolled, trembling to reveal a tender, bloodied finger.