Because of Jiang Liuyue's threat, the bombardment stopped.
"Didn't I say everyone stay in position and attack with artillery fire? Who ran to the top of the mountain for me?! " Zheng Tan had never expected that there would actually be a flaw in its plan here. Grabbing its binoculars, the lens quickly swept toward the top of the mountain. "Let me see which bastard it is …"
Then, Zheng Tan saw the snow-white figure in the woman's arms at the top of the mountain.
Meow … Immortal Meow?
This time, Zheng Tan was dumbfounded.
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When Wang Ling had been caught by Jiang Liuyue, he had still been trying to sense Zheng Tan's aura. In the end, he discovered that clever Zheng Tan was still cowering at the foot of the mountain, and he instantly breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he marveled at Zheng Tan's command.
Commanding tens of thousands of cats in battle, Zheng Tan had actually managed to achieve zero casualties … Not only that, this group of Shadow Stream killers had been forced to cower at the top of the mountain by Zheng Tan's Independent Regiment's Yidali Cannon, and didn't dare come down at all.
Wang Ling realized that he had been worried for nothing …
Zheng Tan had grown much faster than he had imagined!
Turning his head to look at the woman holding him to her chest, Wang Ling knew that this was the legendary Master of Shadow Stream.
But the strange thing was that Wang Ling felt that the other party's aura was very weak.
Because according to the rumors, the real Master of Shadow Stream should be at the Soul Formation stage at the very least.
With this question in mind, Wang Ling opened his Heavenly Eye. As he had expected, this Master of Shadow Stream wasn't real, or rather, it wasn't the original body at all — it was just a clone created from spirit power clay.
Compared with Wang Ling's Great Separation Spell, the clone created from spirit power clay had a more stable material structure, and there was no need to worry about the clone disappearing. But the disadvantage was that this clone could only be absorbed when it was close to the original body. If the clone was damaged while it was outside, the realm of the original body would also be affected.
No wonder this woman had been trapped on the top of the mountain and didn't dare come down. If this was the Master of Shadow Stream's original body, Zheng Tan's Yidali Cannon might not have been able to do anything to the other party.
This was a rather treacherous woman; in order to keep her original body from being exposed, she had actually made this "insurance."
It could only be said that as the real Master of Shadow Stream, Jiang Liuyue was more cautious than most people thought. Even so, there was one thing that Jiang Liuyue couldn't guard against.
That was Wang Ling's appearance.
"This bunch of damn cats … when my Shadow Stream reinforcements arrive, you'll all die!" Jiang Liuyue said coldly in a low voice as she clutched Wang Ling tightly.
Wang Ling gazed indifferently at Jiang Liuyue. Although Jiang Liuyue was holding him very tightly, it didn't really hurt. His posture was a little strange because the two balls behind him were leaning against the sofa …
Of course, Wang Ling wasn't that wretched; this kind of voluptuous type had never been his cup of tea.
So when the woman lifted it high into the air as a cat, Wang Ling twisted his body lightly and broke free of the woman's hold.
"Not good!" Jiang Liuyue hadn't expected this snow-white Persian cat to have so much strength. She hurriedly reached out to grab it, but her outstretched hand only brushed against Wang Ling's smooth cat tail. Then, she watched helplessly as this Persian cat floated in the air and stared at her condescendingly.
Jiang Liuyue finally realized that this cat wasn't simple.
Sure enough … to suddenly appear on this mountain top, did he rely on some magic treasure to teleport here?
"Who on earth are you …" She also looked at Wang Ling.
Afterwards, what responded to her … was a powerful spiritual pressure that poured down like a flood!
Jiang Liuyue's eyes flashed with a strange light when she saw this white Persian cat!
It wasn't just her; all the Shadow Stream killers on the mountaintop couldn't move!
Whether it was Jiang Liuyue or Mo Li, they all felt as if their blood had frozen and their bodies were stiff, unable to move …
The frozen Shadow Stream killers all had frightened expressions on their faces. In this state, they couldn't cast any spells at all, and at that moment, the barriers that had blocked the artillery fire had all collapsed!
Wang Ling looked down the mountain at Zheng Tan, who was holding its binoculars and waiting for his instructions.
Wang Ling nodded from a distance.
In the next moment, Zheng Tan roared several times as it opened fire!
Boom boom boom boom …
The entire mountaintop was instantly filled with rising mushroom clouds …
This series of explosions lasted a full five minutes before they stopped. When the smoke on the mountaintop cleared, the Shadow Stream killers were all burnt to a crisp and lay paralyzed on the ground in all kinds of strange postures. Yidali's artillery fire was very fierce, but it hadn't completely killed this group of Shadow Stream killers. Standing amidst the artillery fire and protected by the aura barrier, Wang Ling strolled leisurely as if there was no one around.
If this had been a game, you might have been able to see a bunch of MISSes pop up above Wang Ling's head …
Wang Ling had estimated the power of this artillery fire; at most, it would only seriously injure this group of people.
As long as they couldn't move, that would be enough. As for the rest … Wang Ling felt that they could just hand them over to the state in accordance with past practice!
When Zheng Tan led the chief of staff, the Monk and the battalion commander of Second Battalion up the mountain, all the cats saw this usually fierce leader of an independent regiment howl and throw himself into Wang Ling's arms like a wild cat out of its leash.
The Monk covered its cat face with one hand, suddenly feeling a little ashamed. "…" You have to be reserved, Regiment Commander!
Wang Ling: "…"
This was Zheng Tan's second time seeing a cat, and its excitement was self-evident.
After stabilizing its emotions, Zheng Tan finally regained its composure and instructed the cats behind it, "You guys, search them for me …"
The entrance to Shadow Stream's headquarters was in a well cover at the top of the mountain, which was relatively well-hidden. But now that no one from Shadow Stream on the top of the mountain was able to move, the cats of the independent regiment moved without the slightest resistance.
Wang Ling looked around and confirmed that all the Shadow Stream killers had fallen.
Jiang Liuyue's clay clone had been blown to pieces, and only half a face was left.
It was just that half of the face was also scorched.
She looked at Wang Ling with hatred in her eyes, so hateful that she could actually still speak. "Who on earth are you …"
Wang Ling didn't say anything, and only probed her with his spiritual senses. He wanted to use the memory retrieval spell to search Jiang Liuyue and see if he could extract any valuable information. Unfortunately, however, he found that Jiang Liuyue's mind was completely blank …
Sure enough, he still had to find the original body; the memory retrieval spell had no effect on the clay clone.
Since there wasn't any useful information, this clay clone was of no value to Wang Ling.
Wang Ling opened his eyes, which shone with spirit light. Without saying anything else, he directly blew up the remaining half of the woman's face …
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At the same time, in a completely sealed basement in Jinghua city.
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