The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

The air atop Kunlun Mountain froze at that cold snort.

The giant traffic light, which had just been toying with the gods and hovering in mid-air, was crushed by a giant foot wrapped in plasma before it even had a chance to jump to the yellow light. Sparks flew everywhere, as if putting an unfunny end to this farce.

Zeus moved.

This action completely destroyed the playful atmosphere from before. Without any fancy probing or arrogant pronouncements, this Western god-king revealed the capital that enabled him to rule Olympus for countless years—extreme efficiency and absolute power.

He transformed into a pale white bolt of lightning, tearing the atmosphere apart.

The sound was left far behind. Where the lightning passed, the clouds along the way were neatly sliced ​​in two, revealing a vacuum corridor stretching for a thousand miles. His target was terrifyingly clear: not the 358th Regiment fighting bitterly below, not the heavy artillery mounted on the hilltop, but the command center in Beijing, a thousand miles away.

Catch the thief first to catch the king.

What's the point of this rule-based conflict? Just kill everyone who made the rules, and the rules will be worthless.

……

The capital city, the command center.

The piercing alarm sirens almost pierced eardrums, and the red lights spun wildly, casting flickering light on everyone's faces.

"Warning! High-energy reaction approaching at lightning speed!"

"Speed ​​is unpredictable! Expected to arrive over Beijing in three seconds!"

"Shield system overloaded! Conceptual interception failed!"

Bang!

The tens of meters thick reinforced concrete layer overhead seemed to have turned into paper. An indescribable, terrifying pressure descended before the thunder could strike.

All the bulletproof glass in the command center shattered instantly, sending countless shards of glass flying like bullets. Water glasses, documents, and computer screens on the tables were crushed to pieces in an instant.

"Well……"

Long Yi grunted, his knees slamming into the floor, creating two deep craters in the hard alloy surface. He desperately tried to lift his head, to raise his hand to stop it, but his spine cracked and every muscle groaned. This wasn't gravity; it was a dimensional attack originating from the dimension of life itself.

It's like an ant facing a metal boot falling from the sky.

The surrounding staff were in an even worse state; many of them lay on the ground with blood seeping from their nostrils and ears, unable to even scream, only able to gasp for breath like bellows.

On the screen, lightning had arrived.

Su Yun sat in the chair, his expression solemn.

fast.

too fast.

Is this the combat power of a god-king? He flips the table without giving you a chance to maneuver.

"die."

A cold word pierced through thousands of meters of soil and exploded directly in Su Yun's mind.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous spear, powerful enough to melt the entire capital, appeared directly above the command hall, ignoring even physical barriers, and plunged fiercely into Su Yun's skull.

At this distance, even the system wouldn't have time to build a defense.

At the critical moment.

"Go back!"

A loud shout, mixed with powerful blood energy capable of shattering glass, suddenly exploded beside Su Yun.

A large foot stomped hard on the floor, and the previously rampant divine aura was dispersed by three-tenths of the force of the stomp.

Old Wang.

The veteran, who had just been rejuvenated, now had bloodshot eyes and his full head of black hair dancing wildly without wind. Instead of retreating, he advanced, without any fancy moves, directly using his newly restored youthful shoulders to slam into the invisible pressure.

Next was Zhang Daoxuan.

The old celestial master's peach wood sword had shattered, but he bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of pure yang blood into the air. He quickly formed hand seals and forcefully erected a purple light screen before the lightning struck.

Old Li took the last step, still holding a tablet computer for counting. But at that moment, he swiped across the screen so fast that only afterimages could be seen. Underneath the floor of the command hall, countless array patterns lit up, forcibly distorting space for a moment.

Boom! ...

The Thunder Spear was slightly deflected by an inch, grazing Su Yun's shoulder before slamming into the alloy wall beside him.

The entire underground base shook violently, and electric current surged wildly along the walls, sparks flying everywhere.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Three muffled thuds.

The three old men who were blocking Su Yun all coughed up a mouthful of blood.

After all, he was still just a mortal.

Even if one consumes a divine elixir and regains youth, using one's physical body to withstand a blow from the God King is still like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Old Wang's right arm hung limply, clearly broken; Zhang Daoxuan's face was ashen, his chest heaving violently; Old Li was bleeding from all seven orifices, his body swaying precariously.

But they didn't back down.

They didn't retreat an inch.

The three figures remained firmly positioned between Su Yun and the terrifying lightning.

"Little Su..."

Old Wang spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, wiped his face with his intact left hand, and a ferocious smile appeared on his resolute face: "This foreign devil is pretty strong, he made my bones crack."

"However, if I want to touch you..." Zhang Daoxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, straightened his tattered collar, and said in a weak but ruthless voice, "I'll have to get over the corpses of these old bones of ours first."

Old Li didn't speak, but casually tossed aside the tablet computer with its black screen and pulled a folding fan from his pocket—a decorative item he had just grabbed from the table. At that moment, as he fanned himself, even though his hand was trembling, his eyes shone with an alarming brightness.

"Can it still move?" Old Li asked the two people next to him.

"Nonsense, that was just a warm-up." Old Wang cracked his neck, making a series of crisp sounds.

Su Yun watched this scene unfold, seeing these three elderly people who had just regained their youth and should have been enjoying the rest of their lives, now using their bodies to build the last line of defense for him.

The dome of the command center had been breached, and sunlight mixed with gunpowder smoke leaked in.

Amidst the blinding beam of light, Zeus's figure slowly descended.

He hovered beneath the shattered dome, looking down at the few stronger ants with a mocking gaze.

"Mortals, this is your limit," Zeus's voice echoed. "Step aside, and I may grant you a complete corpse."

Old Wang raised his head, looked at that arrogant god, and suddenly laughed.

"limit?"

He glanced back at Su Yun.

Eyes facing each other.

There were no tragic last words, no melodramatic farewells.

There was only one look in his eyes.

That was the purest trust between comrades-in-arms.

I'm entrusting my life to you; you'd better kill him.

Su Yun took a deep breath, and his previously tense face suddenly relaxed. He slowly stood up and dusted off the hem of his clothes.

"That's right, this is indeed the limit for mortals."

Su Yun stepped past the three elders, took a step forward, and faced the God King in the sky.

"But this is Longxia."

"Here, when ordinary people get desperate, they dare to even poke a hole in the heavens."

He raised his hand.

The system interface was refreshing rapidly on his retina.

[Host's intention detected...]

The skill "Blessing of Martyrs" has been activated...

[Top-tier suitable carriers detected: Elder Wang (overflowing with the aura of ruthlessness), Zhang Daoxuan (overflowing with the aura of Taoist lineage), Elder Li (overflowing with the aura of wisdom and strategy)...]

[Will this be linked to the "General's Descent" skill?]

"Zeus, didn't you want to see our true strength?"

Su Yun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire hall.

"Then I'll show you what it means to..."

Su Yun clenched his fist suddenly, his eyes flashing with divine light.

"Please, Ancestor!"

boom!

Before he finished speaking, three huge cracks suddenly appeared in the void behind Su Yun.

That wasn't a crack in space; it was a breach in the banks of history.

From the first fissure, a torrent of blood poured forth. This was no ordinary blood; it was the malevolent energy accumulated over two thousand years, the wails of countless souls. Within this sea of ​​blood, a jet-black banner bearing the character "Qin" fluttered wildly, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Within the second fissure, ten thousand bolts of purple lightning roared. These lightning bolts were not the violent plasma of Zeus, but rather thunderbolts filled with majesty, righteousness, and punishment. Purple energy traveled thirty thousand miles eastward, and an ancient Taoist seal descended to suppress it.

Within the third rift, there was no sound, only endless mist. Within the mist, the Eight Trigrams swirled, and the Milky Way hung upside down. Although nothing could be seen clearly, it felt as if a pair of wise eyes were surveying the chessboard of the world.

Su Yun pointed his finger in the air, pointing at the three old men in front of him.

"Old Wang, please summon Lord Wu'an—Bai Qi, possess me!"

"Elder Zhang, please summon the patriarch of the Zhengyi School—Zhang Daoxuan—to return to his position!"

"Elder Li, please summon Marquis Wuxiang—Zhuge Kongming—to the battle!"