Red Arrow left a long, fiery trail in the deep sea, causing the seawater to churn and boil violently, emitting a muffled hissing sound!

This was just the beginning. Even more devastating—it seemed that not all the arrows came from that archer!

Almost at the same instant the red-glowing arrow left the bowstring, arrows of all kinds attacked from all directions—

Some were completely translucent like ice, and the surrounding seawater suddenly condensed into tiny ice crystals, while the arrow itself transformed into a silent, dark blue torrent that shot straight ahead.

Some of the arrows were encased in a clump of dark green gel that churned and writhed. Once fired, the gel expanded and deformed rapidly as if it were alive, trailing an eerie trajectory as it flew toward Clinton…

The arrows even contained boomerangs, moving at incredible speed and piercing through targets instantly!

Ranged attacks of various shapes and colors, shimmering with different energies, poured out of the giant RV like festive fireworks of death!

"Idiot! What are you standing there for? Stop staring at that guy! Window! Find a gap! Attack the glass!" Valerie, unaware that her teammates were being held in place and unable to move, spoke with a hint of suppressed anxiety.

The screams of a cleaner abruptly ceased in the seawater.

The crimson arrow struck him precisely in the chest! There was no violent explosion, only a muffled "plop" and a burst of blood mist...

The detectors in Clinton's W team are going off like crazy.

Countless points of light shot out from the RV like a torrential rain, precisely covering the area where the people going out to sea were most concentrated.

A trap! This is a trap!

Tritans' eyes widened in fury, and he quickly deployed a shield wall.

A semi-transparent hexagonal light shield, flowing with complex energy runes, like a nested honeycomb, barely covered the naval forces and several nearby core submarines before the violent rain of arrows descended!

The dense, chilling impacts were like hailstones pounding on the shield wall.

However, the light shield quickly gave way.

The moment the shield wall shattered, the seabed resembled a living hell.

Tritans and Valerie, being high-ranking members of the organization, were wearing highly defensive outer garments and were also agile, so they naturally did not suffer much harm.

Tritans was only grazed on the ear, while Valerie reacted quickly and hid behind a fellow Asian, narrowly avoiding an arrow.

Those at the bottom were not so lucky. Many were pierced by arrows, collapsed, and splattered blood, attracting a swarm of mutated fish.

Tritans counted down the seconds until the cooldown ended, then immediately deployed a new light shield.

He cursed and swore, pinched the talisman between two fingers, and pulled it out suddenly, only to find that he couldn't cast the spell no matter what he did.

Valerie was shocked to realize that her teammates who had tried to use invisibility or illusion charms were all struck and fell to the ground, their hands still holding the charms.

Her heart sank, realizing something was wrong. It seemed that besides Tritans, the other party had also used a .

Now, the battlefield became a true melee arena, where no one could rely on the power of talismans.

"Agent Valerie! A school of fish! A massive swarm of mutants! They've been drawn here by the smell of blood!" the inspector's voice came through the microphone.

"Tritans, hold them off with the shield wall! Ranged fire back! Suppress them! Don't let them get close to the barrier!"

Valerie yelled at the crowd, but her hand gestures changed. Dozens of white men immediately understood her deeper meaning and began to secretly evacuate, attempting to use the laborers as a human wall while they returned to the submarine.

Clinton is universally admired, and what he has no shortage of are the working class. This time, his campaign has attracted a new batch of "leeks" (a metaphor for easily exploited individuals), who are eager to get their heads in the interview and naturally have no need to consider these lowly lives.

However, Valerie's movement to the side came to an abrupt halt, and the words she was about to utter fell silent, as if an invisible hand had choked her.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a strange, dark green light flashing across the man's body in front of the RV.

The man had swum closer, and as the distance closed, she could see that he was a middle-aged man with a weathered face. The ray of light in his hand possessed a chilling magic that instantly captivated her.

Her thoughts were like falling into a cold, sticky quagmire, while her body felt as if it were being controlled by invisible strings.

"No—!" This desperate cry exploded in her heart. The other party was actually a remnant of a spiritual culture?!

Her arm, the arm that gripped the sword and had cut down countless threats, now betrayed her will.

Muscles tensed, joints cracked under the strain, and the sword tip, with a precise and chilling angle, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, stabbed fiercely at Tritans beside him!

Tritans' flank was completely unguarded, as he was fully focused on the shield wall.

When the cold blade pierced his sturdy leather armor, tore through flesh and blood, and reached his heart, the frozen expression on his face was one of pure astonishment and disbelief that transcended the excruciating physical pain.

Tritans turned his head slightly to look at Valerie. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

His heavy body fell backward like a felled stone pillar.

"team leader!!!"

"Valerie, what have you done?!"

"Oh my God!"

The white people's screams were filled with terror, anger, and despair.

The seemingly indestructible shield wall, its light shattering like broken glass, dimmed and vanished in an instant.

The next second, the talismans that attacked from the giant RV swarmed in along with the flying arrows.

The opposing side was clearly determined to kill Tritans, the one who cast the curse, and firmly believed that there was no one else who could cast the at this moment.

They used the same tactics against them, using binding charms to tightly bind all of Clinton's W team's submarines!

The white people already harbored resentment towards Valerie, an Asian woman, and were disgusted by her constantly using her status as a special agent to give them orders. This time, they were even more furious and convinced that Valerie was an accomplice of X11.

Panic, a stroke of luck, resentment, and a surge of energy—Valerie broke through the encirclement like a madwoman and swam straight toward the man who could use mind control. A hint of malice flashed in her eyes, and then she reached out and swung her hand forcefully through the air.

In the blink of an eye, the green ring on the man's hand disappeared. He was visibly shocked for a moment and involuntarily took a step back.

In front of all the white people, Valerie slowly opened her palm, and a jade ring suddenly appeared in her hand, radiating warmth.

She burst into unrestrained laughter: "So that's how it is, the Yamato six-piece set, huh... What, you can use hypnosis? Without this, let's see how you use it! Kill him!!"