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

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, the atmosphere is thin and the cold is biting.

This place should belong to God.

"Bang!"

A muffled, thunderous sound of flesh colliding rang out, like a butcher slamming half a pig onto a chopping board in an old market.

The arrogant king of the gods, Zeus, was being kicked away in an extremely undignified manner by a large foot clad in black armor.

This is not over yet.

Zeus had just felt his body trace an arc when the space around him folded up without warning, like a crumpled piece of homework paper by a mischievous child. He had been flying backward, but as he flew, a chilling, blood-red scythe suddenly appeared before him.

"Is this your positioning?"

Bai Qi's voice was devoid of emotion, yet his movements were incredibly fast.

The scythe, wreathed in the malevolent aura of a million wronged souls, didn't sever Zeus's neck. Instead, it pierced through the gaps in Zeus's magnificent thunder armor like a boning knife.

"Sizzle—"

A teeth-grinding, grinding sound.

Golden fragments of divine armor mixed with some kind of luminous liquid swirled wildly in the air.

"Aaaaah! You lowly mortals!!"

Zeus's face contorted in agony. This wasn't physical pain; with each scythe's cut, he felt a piece of his divine essence being ripped away. The power of faith he had accumulated over thousands of years was now leaking out like a punctured balloon.

He wanted to retaliate.

As the leader of Olympus, the thunder scepter in his hand is no mere firewood.

"Get out of my way!"

Zeus roared, and a ball of plasma, powerful enough to flatten a city, condensed at the top of his scepter, which he hurled at Bai Qi, who was standing right next to him.

If this blow lands squarely, even a god would be annihilated.

But just before the plasma ball was about to explode—

"Smack."

A yellow paper talisman was lightly affixed to Zeus's forehead.

In that instant, Zeus felt like a refrigerator that had been unplugged. The devastating plasma ball in his hand trembled twice and then went out with a "poof".

Not even a fart was left behind.

Zeus turned his eyes and saw an old Taoist priest in purple robes floating in the air above him, holding several talismans in his hand and looking at him with disdain.

"That's not how you use thunder magic."

Zhang Daoxuan shook his head, his expression like that of a math teacher watching a student miscalculate "1+1".

"If your mind is not calm and your energy is not balanced, relying solely on brute force to squeeze will not only look bad, but also easily lead to a short circuit."

As Zhang Daoxuan spoke, he casually pointed.

"Watch closely, I will only teach you once."

Boom!

There was no charging up, nor any fancy lighting effects.

Five bolts of lightning, each a different color, resembled five pillars reaching to the heavens and the earth, instantly forming a cage that blocked all of Zeus's escape routes.

This is not lightning from the magical elements.

This is the Five Elements. It is the power of rules generated when the elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are circulated to their extremes.

"Chop him up."

Zhang Daoxuan's words became law.

The five-colored divine lightning bolts were completely unreasonable, crackling and striking Zeus relentlessly.

With each bolt of lightning, Zeus's divine shield thinned. Even worse, this lightning could penetrate his body, specifically targeting his meridians.

"Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is this thing?!"

Zeus was stunned.

He wanted to run away.

This is impossible to fight. These three old monsters have different abilities: one can break through defenses with physical attacks, one can seal with magic, and the other…

Zeus suddenly turned around and looked at the frail scholar who was waving a fan in the distance.

The scholar was furthest away and appeared the least harmful.

"If we kill him... this strange spatial blockade will be broken!"

A ruthless glint flashed in Zeus's eyes. He endured Bai Qi's blade, a deep, bone-revealing wound slashing across his back, before transforming into a streak of crimson lightning and charging toward Elder Li.

"Die!!!"

This was indeed the God-King's desperate attack, so fast that even light and shadow couldn't keep up.

however.

Faced with this deadly blow, Old Master Li didn't even change the frequency of his feather fan's movement.

He simply raised his left hand and moved the chess piece representing the "Qian" position on the Bagua plate in the void.

"Heaven and earth turned upside down."

hum-

Zeus only felt a blur before his eyes.

The scholar was right in front of him, within reach. But the next second, he found that the scene in front of him had changed.

No longer was it the smiling face of a scholar, but a dark, cold iron mask stained with blood.

Old Wang was standing in front of him, holding a sickle, as if he had been waiting there for a long time.

"Home delivery?"

He grinned.

"No--!!!"

Zeus suddenly opened his eyes wide.

It was another round of complete humiliation, like kicking a football around.

……

Kunlun Pass.

The battlefield was silent.

The monster army, which had thought they could rise again after Zeus intervened, were now completely paralyzed, as if they had been struck by acupuncture.

The Cyclops leader felt like he was on a rollercoaster, his emotions fluctuating wildly. Seeing the God-King intervene, he was ready to exact revenge.

Who would have thought?

In the blink of an eye, he saw the invincible Father God, who was the boss even in the mythological era, being beaten like a punching bag in the sky.

It's fair to say that the more powerful Zeus was when he first appeared, the more brutal the beating he's now receiving is.

The impact of this image is amplified ten thousand times.

"Gulp."

It was unclear which monster swallowed, but the sound was unusually clear on the silent battlefield.

Hermes' knuckles were white as he gripped the caduceus, and the staff in his hand trembled like an electric toothbrush.

As the god of wisdom, he saw things more clearly than those mindless monsters.

"Not a god..."

Hermes' lips trembled, his eyes filled with terror. "This isn't the suppression of divinity... it's the will of man."

The source of power for Western deities is faith, the fear of mortals. As long as mortals are afraid, the gods are powerful.

But these three Easterners...

That black-armored killer's murderous aura wasn't bestowed by divine power; it was forged from the slaughter of hundreds of thousands of people with his own hands. He had no reverence for life, and even less for gods. In his eyes, gods were no different from pigs and dogs—just creatures with heads on their necks, to be cut down without a second thought.

This ruthless spirit of "man can conquer nature" that comes from the very core is what truly restrains the gods.

"run……"

The word popped into Hermes' mind.

This war is unwinnable.

Even the boss was getting beaten to a pulp, so the underlings were just easy prey.

Just as he was about to slip away, a gaze that made his hair stand on end locked onto him.

In the sky, the black-armored man wielding a scythe turned his head, his pupil-less eyes sweeping across thousands of miles, indifferently surveying the monster army.

Just one glance.

Pfft!Pfft!

The hundreds of ferocious orcs in the front row were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, defecating and urinating incessantly.

A fear that comes from the depths of one's soul, like a mouse seeing a cat.