At this moment, the frontline was in chaos.

Finally, an agent found a spare barrier device. As soon as the barrier was activated, the chaotic crowd came to a "pause". For a moment, the only sounds on the square were the broadcast and the suppressed gasps of Yan Qiushan.

Wang Ze's legs went weak and he almost fell to his knees. He trembled as he pulled his hand away from his chest.

Yan Qiushan had a palm-sized wound torn open by a mithril bullet, but whether it was a coincidence or the power of his metal-type ability, all the metal supports on his body automatically converged together the moment he was hit by the mithril bullet, barely wrapping around the bullet and preventing it from exploding.

With a clang, the wrapped mithril bullet fell to the ground. Yan Qiushan's still-healing wound gave way, contorting his body as he let out a muffled groan and lost his grip on the Zhi Chun doll in his arms.

He had been unable to dodge the mithril attack in time, but he had managed to do one thing: hold onto Zhi Chun tightly, shielding him.

This time, Zhi Chun emerged unscathed.

The fallen Zhi Chun puppet sprang back to life, lividly shouting, "Are you crazy, risking your life like that?!"

"Hey, calm down," Wang Ze breathed a sigh of relief, picking up the wooden puppet and stuffing it into Yan Qiushan's still-functioning hand. Before he could finish his words of admonishment, a barrage of mithril bullets rained down on them from all sides.

Wang Ze protected Yan Qiushan and rolled away from the original spot.

However, at the same time, the barrier that had held everyone in place was shattered by the dense mithril.

Wang Ze's hair stood on end. At least several hundred people who had been held by the barrier were the same ones who had just been arguing with them in a frenzy.

Now chaos had broken out, and they were being trampled on by countless feet.

Wang Ze cursed, "Damn it..."

However, strangely enough, the disturbing Echo Sound that may have affected people's sanity had ceased, perhaps due to the cooling of the hot-blooded individuals who were forced to be still by the northwest wind.

The crowd, which had just been on the brink of collapse, suddenly regained their freedom, but only caused a slight commotion. People did not continue to shout and scream.

Some even witnessed the eerie scene just now - those terrifying silver bullets perfectly avoided them, the "wooden people" who couldn't move, and unnaturally turned to only chase after those "special people".

Someone muttered, "It seems like they really aren't attacking us..."

"Stop wasting time and get out of here even if those can't hit you! Who knows what other tricks they might have up their sleeves!" Wang Ze snapped back to reality and shouted, "Attention all departments, there are at least two snipers in the three o'clock direction and...damn it! There's more!"

For the mithril bullets, the stronger the ability, the more they attract the bullets. The current and former leaders of the Wind God forces were gathered together, making them an easy target for the mithril bullets.

In no time, the dense silver light locked onto the three of them. Wang Ze and Yan Qiushan both pushed each other and retreated in opposite directions.

Yan Qiushan was already exhausted and the poorly healed bones in his body made a loud clanging sound as he fell. He couldn't stand steady and his elbow hit the ground heavily.

Anyone with basic combat knowledge would not have fallen so miserably, but Yan Qiushan seemed to have forgotten everything he had learned. He only cared about tightly holding onto Zhi Chun and rolled to the side under someone's feet.

He didn't even lift his head, but tried his best to curl up his back and protect Zhi Chun tightly.

As for everything else, he didn't have time to care.

However, at this moment, the persistent silver light suddenly disappeared.

Yan Qiushan was prepared to be riddled with holes, but all he heard was the crisp sound of mithril hitting the ground.

He was a beat slow in reacting before he looked up in surprise to see an old man standing next to him. The old man took off his thick cotton coat, spread his arms out like a scarecrow, and used the coat as a huge shield to cover Yan Qiushan.

The mithril flew in an exaggerated trajectory, avoiding the ordinary man.

Yan Qiushan looked at the unfamiliar old man, and his rarely moved face showed a look of surprise.

Although the old man was barely clean, his face was full of wrinkles, the edges of his collar and cuffs were worn, and the long thread ends that fell off his buttons seemed to indicate that the old man was not very wealthy.

Tears were caught in the wrinkles that extended from the corner of his eyes to his temples.

His tears seemed thicker than others as he repeated, "Little Zhang was a good person," over and over again.

Yan Qiushan was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembering the undercover agent surnamed Zhang who was killed by the mithril in front of him.

"We were neighbors... I watched him grow up since he was little," the old man's voice was drowned out by the noise, only those with keen ears could catch his faint cries.

"I'm a 'five-guarantee household', receiving government welfare, useless and faceless... I won't die even when I'm old. There's no elevator in the old building, who will carry my rice in the future... Why did you have to kill him?"

The old man was like a clumsy mother hen, using himself as a shield against the mithril bullets while muttering to himself, asking who knows what, "Why do we live in such a bad world?"

Wang Ze rushed over, "Captain Yan! Are you okay?"

"Go after them..." Yan Qiushan avoided his hand trying to support him, pushed himself up from the ground, and with a flick of his hand, he removed all the metal buckles from Wang Ze's uniform, turning them into small supports that held up his injured leg.

He stood up like a javelin, "Don't let any of those cold-blooded bastards escape."

Then he roughly pushed the Zhi Chun doll into his coat, "Shut up."

Zhi Chun angrily retorted, "This is just a puppet! A puppet! I'm right in front of you, about to slap you in the face! You bastard, you..."

Yan Qiushan interrupted him, "Can you fight?"

"What do you have left besides this puppet? I was the Captain of the Wind Gods, and I ordered you all to retreat from Mirage Island. Why didn't you listen? Who gave you the privilege to disobey orders? Just because you are an ancient sword, does that mean you have special privileges?"

He had confiscated all the small metal parts on Wang Ze's body, and Yan Qiushan was covered in a layer of metallic light as he flew towards the source of the mithril bullets.

"Why do I have to rely on you for protection? Am I useless?"

The bewildered crowd stopped pushing and shoving each other, instead whispering and pointing at the old man holding a cotton coat as a shield and the mithril bullets circling around him.

The on-site Wind God field agents snapped back to reality and immediately followed Yan Qiushan. The Wind Gods were also equipped with mithril and had been cooperating seamlessly for many years, with a clear plan for advance and retreat, never harming their own people.

As the chaotic crowd quieted down, the disturbance disappeared and the first batch of counterattacks with mithril bullets quickly hit several targets.

At this moment, the warning light on Wang Ze's ear shield flashed a few times.

"Captain Yan, put on your ear shield and then... should we leave a few people to continue distributing the ear shields? The Echo Sound is coming back," he said.

Before Yan Qiushan could answer, he had already felt the Echo Sound with his own ears.

This time, mixed in with the Echo Sound that spread over, was the sound of music that could be heard by human ears. The music was somewhat familiar, peaceful and warm, diluting the resentment and anger in the Echo Sound, and even had a tendency to suppress it.

"It seems like... the headquarters' spiritual health guidance song."

The anger on the face of Zhi Chun's puppet suddenly faded. "It can also treat spiritual injuries and relieve stress... It was originally a benefit for everyone, but no one used it."

When he was still confused due to the poison in the mirage, the headquarters sent someone to give him this to listen to. Every time he listened to it, he could break free from the chaotic nightmares and remember his life... like a human being. His heart could be calm for a long time.

Most people didn't have time to get their shielding devices, so inevitably, they all heard this piece of music. As they whispered to each other, they couldn't help but listen in.

The music had a calming effect on everyone, but it also brought out the negative Echo Sounds that were previously hidden. This time, everyone heard the annoying buzzing sound and the malicious instigation within it.

Without knowing who started it, a few people quietly returned to the shield generator point, quickly retrieved their shields, and swiftly left the scene. Then, scattered groups of people began to return in pairs and threes.

The range of the Echo Sounds continued to expand, and more and more Echo Sound devices were connected to the ancient eye of the earth vein. Every eye on the map, left behind from three thousand years ago, was equipped with an Echo Sound device, and the once faint music became clearer and clearer.

Even if the whole world were ants, there would be no giant who could stand still in the tide formed by the ants.

The demon king who conquered the Nine Provinces couldn't do it, and neither could the emperor who suppressed the demons... So what could a little imp sewn together by a broken shadow achieve?

On the Chiyuan, lightning flashed and thunder roared.

The mithril weapons and energy shield swept down like a storm, and the Bureau almost revealed their entire arsenal. 'Jiu Xun' didn't expect that swallowing this half of Luo Cuicui would cause such a big problem. His demonic energy went out of control and he was caught by the ants of the Bureau.