One person: Practicing all magic skills! The old master was stunned!

Ron nodded. "I know they're all dissatisfied with us Behemoths, but apart from the Society, who else dares to really do anything? Those petty fights are just manifestations of their impotent rage."

Having said this, he paused, as if remembering something, and frowned slightly: "However, the appearance of these alchemists is indeed somewhat unexpected. Where did they come from? And why did they help Nathan?"

His voice was cold and resolute, without the slightest hesitation or mercy. In his view, anyone who might threaten Behemoth's plan was an obstacle that must be eliminated.

Upon hearing this, the people around him nodded in agreement. They knew that Ron's decisions were never to be questioned. Furthermore, they all believed that under Ron's leadership, Behemoth would surely achieve ultimate victory.

The battlefield was still thick with smoke, but Ron had already made up his mind. He knew that this battle was not only about conquering Nathan, but also a warning to the Society and other potential enemies. He wanted to let them know that Behemoth was invincible, and anyone who dared to challenge his authority would pay a heavy price.

Deep in the dense forest somewhere on the island, the moonlight was dim, the shadows of the trees swayed, and the sound of hurried footsteps and panting was particularly piercing in the silence. Two soldiers advanced cautiously, their eyes full of vigilance, their guns gripped tightly, ready to respond to any possible danger.

"There's someone in front!" One of the soldiers suddenly shouted in a low voice, and a faint red dot flashed in front of him on the infrared detector in his hand.

The two men stopped immediately, pointed their guns forward, and rested their fingers lightly on the triggers. After a brief silence, they pulled the triggers almost simultaneously, and two bullets streaked through the night sky, accurately hitting the target.

The man fell to the ground with a thud, his body hitting the ground hard, stirring up a cloud of dust. Two soldiers quickly stepped forward, one of them squatting down and carefully examining the enemy on the ground.

"One enemy has been subdued." He reported in a low voice, with a hint of relief in his tone.

Another soldier cursed indignantly, "Damn it! Those sneak attack bastards took out the three of us in a flash. This island is truly full of dangers!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the enemy lying on the ground suddenly moved his hand, and then an invisible rope-like thing instantly wrapped around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe and his face turned red.

"What's going on?!" he shouted in horror, grabbing the rope around his neck with both hands, trying to break free.

It turned out that the person who was attacked was Ye Qing's senior brother Xiao Zizai. He used his dragon-sucking water skill to subdue the enemy in an instant.

Looking at the two soldiers in front of him, Xiao Zizai curled up the corner of his mouth with a playful smile: "You are really the evil one complaining first. I was hiding well there, but you found me and you blame me for attacking me? Besides, you should at least find out who attacked you. Apart from you two, I didn't attack anyone else."

The two soldiers looked at Xiao Zizai in front of them, their eyes filled with shock and fear. They never expected that this seemingly ordinary enemy could possess such a powerful strength.

"Who... who are you?" One of the soldiers struggled to squeeze out a few words, his voice becoming hoarse due to suffocation.

Xiao Zizai smiled slightly and didn't answer his question directly. His eyes flashed with a cold light, which made the two soldiers shudder involuntarily. They knew that today was probably a dangerous day.

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ge's accomplice came out and took off his hood.

"I got it! These guys are well-equipped."

Xiao Zizai, standing nearby, also stood up and took off his hood, revealing messy short hair and sharp eyes. He glanced at the equipment on the ground and nodded, "Well, changing my skin will make it easier to move around on this island."

At this moment, Brother Xiao was looking down at his body. He saw that the light of the Golden Bell had dissipated where the bullet had hit him, leaving only a few shallow bullet marks. He chuckled and said, "It seems that my Golden Bell is still quite powerful. It fell off naturally when the bullet made contact."

Clarinet also laughed: "Of course."

The two quickly changed into Behemoth soldier uniforms, their movements expertly and swiftly. While they were getting dressed, Clarinet whispered to Xiao, "Be quiet! Don't touch here. It will upload the helmet recordings. This is the real-time communication switch."

Brother Xiao nodded, indicating that he understood. He glanced at the helmet in his hand and said, "This thing is quite advanced, but it's a good thing for us."

Clarinet smiled and decided to teach Brother Xiao how to use the helmet later.

Xiao Zizai asked, "Why are you so familiar with this thing?"

Clarinet shrugged. "Don't mention it. I've dealt with Behemoth's people before. I have some knowledge of their equipment and communication methods."

After the two men changed their clothes, Brother Xiao looked at the two stripped soldiers on the ground and suddenly had an idea. He turned to Clarinet and asked, "Those ones you took care of, should we check them? Since they've changed their skin, the original owner can't stay."

Clarinet didn't understand what Brother Xiao meant at first, but soon understood. He smiled slightly and nodded: "So you want to have a small appetizer before dinner."

Brother Xiao chuckled and didn't deny it. His eyes, brimming with murderous intent, looked at the two soldiers. In his opinion, since they had already decided to disguise themselves as Behemoth, these two real soldiers could no longer remain in this world.

The two men changed into casual clothes, their movements stirring the surrounding dirt slightly, revealing a shallow pit. Clarinet dusted his hands, frowning slightly as he looked at Lao Xiao. "Lao Xiao, you better behave yourself. We're not here for a sightseeing trip. Don't let your little hobbies become a stumbling block."

Old Xiao chuckled and nonchalantly tossed an unconscious soldier into the pit. Dust flew up and then slowly settled. "Don't worry, I've got it covered." He dusted himself off, leaped from the edge of the pit, and continued, "This is the first time I've encountered such a bizarre mission. I either do it with a bang, or I'll just be a bystander, doing nothing and being laughed at when I get back."

"Aside from knowing that vague goal, we're no different from blind men." Brother Xiao kicked a small stone as he walked, and the stone rolled away. "Even whether to carry out the mission depends on our own judgment. Making a big fuss is indeed what I like, but if there is no such opportunity, I can only hold it in."