The reserve camp was still some distance from the front lines. To save time, they split into two groups. One group went directly to intercept the Di Kui, while the other set up roadblocks on the Di Kui's expected path.
Even while building fortifications, these young people couldn't stop chattering.
"I'm telling you, it's a good thing they didn't send me to the first team. Otherwise, I would've kicked that demon's ass."
"You're all talk. Bragging doesn't cost you anything."
"Who says I'm bragging? What kind of era is this? Demons are no match for modern weaponry."
The reserve force had its share of hot-blooded youths with little sense, their minds filled with thoughts of fighting on the front lines and achieving glory. However, there were still a few who saw things clearly.
Watching his companions chat animatedly, Shancun sighed helplessly.
Unlike others, Shancun had always been pessimistic about demons. Although the government's news blackout meant he didn't know the demons' exact strength, Shancun understood one thing: demons were definitely not easy to deal with.
Otherwise, why wouldn't the regular army be enough? Why would they, mere pawns, be pulled to the front lines? It was likely that the first team sent to intercept the demons was already in dire straits.
"The demon is coming!"
Just then, a jeep appeared in the distance.
This jeep was a wreck, its front severely deformed, its roof gone. The interior made creaking noises, sounding as if it could fall apart at any moment.
However, the jeep soon stopped.
Seeing this, almost everyone dropped their work and rushed forward to take a look. Shancun was among them, eager to see what had happened.
When Shancun saw the scene inside the jeep, he couldn't help but gasp. Not just Shancun, but almost everyone who saw it had the same reaction.
In the driver's seat of the jeep sat a dying soldier. His abdomen was pierced by a stone spear as thick as an adult's arm, and blood flowed uncontrollably, almost dyeing the entire seat red. The driver's face was pale and his limbs were cold from excessive blood loss.
"Medic! Where's the medic!"
Shancun, snapping out of his shock, shouted to those around him.
But the others were still in shock, looking at each other blankly, not one of them moving.
It was clear that it would be too late for the medic to arrive. Fortunately, he knew a little about first aid and decided to provide some basic treatment.
Just as Shancun was about to act, the dying soldier, as if in a final burst of energy, suddenly grabbed Shancun's hand and said with a look of terror, "Quick, run! The demon... is coming."
After uttering this sentence with a quiver, the soldier breathed his last.
Silence fell upon everyone. Those who had been joking about kicking the demon's ass now looked pale as they stared at the cold corpse before them.
"What are you all doing!"
At that moment, a stern shout pulled everyone back from their silence.
It was none other than the commander of this reserve force.
"What are you all standing around for like fools! The demon is about to arrive, everyone get into combat readiness!"
Soon, the Di Kui arrived.
As expected, the defenses that the reserve force had painstakingly built were nothing more than shoddy work in front of the Di Kui. Under the Di Kui's destructive absolute power, they didn't last even five minutes. It took the Di Kui ten minutes to pursue the fleeing reserve soldiers who had been scared out of their wits.
While the Japanese soldiers fought the Di Kui with their own bodies, using their lives to delay the Di Kui's advance, at a hotel at the foot of Mount Fuji.
"Dad, can you speed things up? We don't have much time."
As soon as Chen Long finished speaking, he received an unceremonious flick on the forehead from his father.
"What's the rush?" His father stood in front of a large cauldron, stirring and saying to Chen Long, "You can't rush when mixing potions. One mistake and all your efforts will be in vain, wasting even more time."
Then, he turned to Hong Shu, who was nearby, and said, "Go, get me the gecko's right eye."
That's right, the four people who had been called over by Song Xia to secretly learn were now apprentices doing odd jobs for Old Man.
Regarding taking disciples, Old Man already had Xiao Yu and Teru, so he didn't have to worry about his legacy ending when he passed away. As for teaching, Old Man didn't have the patience or good temper. However, the four of them had some basic knowledge of magic, so they were good for temporary assistance.
But it turned out that for some people, even assisting would only cause trouble.
When Old Man took the gecko's eyeball from Hong Shu and was about to put it into the pot, it was fortunate that Old Man glanced at it before doing so, otherwise, a disaster would have occurred.
"Aiya! This isn't the gecko's right eye, it's the left eye! Can't you even do such a simple thing right?"
Hong Shu was reprimanded by Old Man, his face turning bright red. He wanted to retort, but thinking of the consequences, he gave up.
He cursed inwardly, "Old man, don't let me catch you off guard, or you won't get away with it."
Despite his inner curses, he had to put on an apologetic demeanor and scurried off to get the correct gecko eyeball.
After thoroughly stirring in the gecko's right eyeball, Old Man picked up a glass bottle and a spoon, scooped the potion from the pot into the bottle, and finally sealed it with a stopper.
Thus, a potion targeting the Di Kui was made.
He threw the potion to Teru and said, "Let's go."
Teru, holding the potion, said nothing more and followed closely behind Old Man.
Chen Long gave the others an apologetic smile and then headed towards the door.
As Chen Long stepped out, his footsteps suddenly paused. He then grabbed Xiao Yu, who was also about to leave, and turned to hand her over to Song Xia, saying, "Please, take care of her."
"Uncle Long."
Xiao Yu stomped her foot in displeasure.
Chen Long shook his head firmly, "Xiao Yu, not this time. It's too dangerous. Don't forget what you promised me."
"Alright."
Xiao Yu nodded dejectedly.
Chen Long was about to say something more, but Old Man's voice was already heard, "Chen Long, hurry up, we don't have time." Sudan Novel Network
Time was urgent, so Chen Long stopped talking and quickly followed.
Song Xia looked back at the four standing there in a daze, his old face darkened. He said with disappointment, "Are you all stupid? Get moving!"
The four, regaining their senses, quickly followed.
Watching their disheveled backs, Song Xia sighed helplessly. Relying on these good-for-nothings to extract any useful information seemed impossible in this lifetime; he would have to do it himself.
Although Old Man had left, Song Xia believed he still had a chance, and that was with the little girl Chen Long had asked him to watch.
Despite her young age, this girl studied under a great sorcerer. While those four couldn't distinguish between materials, this little girl could sort them out clearly and worked tirelessly during the potion-making process, her efficiency far exceeding that of the four useless individuals combined.