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

Longxia, the press conference hall of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

The area was already completely surrounded.

The cameras and microphones were pointed at the spokesperson on the stage, and the Western journalists were all blushing, as if they themselves had just been in a ship collision at sea.

"Excuse me, spokesperson!" A reporter from CNN stood up abruptly, abandoning all politeness, and demanded aggressively, "Regarding the so-called 'fog incident' in the South China Sea, did your country use prohibited weather weapons or nerve agents? Why was only China's visibility clear? Was this a premeditated assassination attempt against the Joint Fleet?"

The entire room fell silent. Everyone was waiting for Long Xia to give an explanation.

Mr. Zhang, the spokesperson on the stage, adjusted his glasses.

With a professional smile on his face, he slowly and methodically opened the documents in front of him.

"My friend, you have a very rich imagination. It's a real shame you don't write science fiction."

"Regarding the situation in the South China Sea, our relevant departments have just issued a statement."

"Due to recent active seafloor crustal movements, a rare type of 'local marine microclimate phenomenon' has emerged in the waters surrounding Longya Island. This climate causes abnormalities in the refractive index of light, accompanied by a certain degree of magnetic field disturbance."

"This is the work of nature, a natural disaster that cannot be intervened by human power."

The CNN reporter was so angry his hands were shaking: "Natural disaster? Then why were your ships okay? Why were you able to see them?"

Mr. Zhang looked at him in surprise: "Who said we could see?"

"The video I just saw online..."

"Oh, that?" Mr. Zhang interrupted calmly. "That was a simulation animation made by our special effects department to educate the public about navigation safety. As for why our ship was unharmed... well, it's probably because our captain has good eyesight and eats a lot of carrots."

The reporter, Long Xia, was pinching his thigh frantically, afraid he would burst out laughing.

What the hell do you mean by eating so many carrots?!

Mr. Zhang's smile faded, and he said seriously, "As for your claim of 'premeditated murder,' we strongly protest against it. Just now, our destroyer 'Zhenhai' was kindly giving directions to some lost foreign ships via broadcast. Although... they didn't seem to listen and insisted on ramming the reefs."

"We deeply regret this behavior of ignoring warnings and insisting on carrying out 'dangerous stunts' in adverse sea conditions, and out of humanitarian spirit, we are closely monitoring the situation."

"Next question."

……

This kind of slang exchange in the diplomatic arena has left global audiences completely bewildered.

What is meant by the aura of a great power?

It's like I tricked you to your face, and then solemnly told you it was for your own good, and all you could do was fly into a rage, unable to find a single reason to refute me.

The top officials of Western countries are probably furious right now, but legally they have no recourse.

You went in by your own choice.

You caused the collision yourself.

They say it's due to the weather, but you can't provide any evidence to refute it, since your radar and satellites are all out of order.

It's like a thief breaking into someone's house, slipping on a banana peel, breaking his leg, and the homeowner standing by saying, "Oh dear, I told you the floor was slippery, how could you be so careless?"

……

However, human joys and sorrows are not shared.

The clamor of the outside world and the revelry of Longxia could not penetrate the desolate land shrouded in mist.

South China Sea, waters around Longya Island.

The command center of the Poseidon was in complete disarray. Expensive red wine was spilled all over the floor.

General George slumped in his command chair, his hair disheveled, his eyes bloodshot and red, a far cry from the gentlemanly demeanor he had when he was swirling a glass of red wine.

Lost.

We lost completely.

He hadn't even seen the enemy's face before he was completely manipulated. The sounds of impact, screams, and that damned "Land God" voice acting were like sharp thorns pricking his head.

"General... the damage control report is out." The adjutant looked panicked. "The propeller is severely damaged, power reduced by 60%, the radar system is completely destroyed, and the communications system... is still completely blind. We're trapped."

"And... our freshwater recycling system is also malfunctioning. For some reason, the water coming out is all black..."

George turned his head blankly and looked out the window at the pale white expanse.

The fog was like a wall of sighs, cutting off all hope. Panic had already caused the soldiers below to begin to mutini; some tried to lower lifeboats to escape, but they disappeared into the fog in the blink of an eye, leaving only a piercing scream and their whereabouts unknown.

Is this the mysterious power of the East?

"We are the most powerful fleet in the world... how could this be..." George muttered to himself, his fingernails digging deeply into the leather armrest.

He was not reconciled.

He, George Smith, is the pride of his family and a future candidate for Secretary of the Navy. How could he end up here like a clown?

If he were to slink back like this, he would become a laughingstock of the entire Western world and be nailed to the pillar of shame and cursed for the rest of his life.

"No...it's not over yet."

George suddenly burst into a nervous laugh.

"If I can't have what I want, then no one else can!"

He lunged at the control panel, shoved aside the panicked operator, and typed in a string of highest-level commands with trembling hands.

"Initiate the 'Dragon Slayer' Project! Activate the Earth's crustal vibrator on the Prometheus!"

The adjutant, terrified, rushed forward to stop him: "General! Are you crazy? This is a fault line! Although the Prometheus is behind the fleet, once the oscillator is activated, it will trigger a super tsunami! Even we won't be able to escape!"

"Run? Where do you think you're going?!"

George kicked his adjutant aside and roared hysterically, "We can't get out of this fog! We're already dead! Since we're dead, let's take the entire Longxia coastline with us!"

"This is the true 'Wrath of the Sea God'! Let those yellow-skinned monkeys who mocked us go feed the fish at the bottom of the sea! As long as we trigger a tsunami, Dragon Tooth Island will sink, and they will get nothing!"

The red button was slammed down.

Behind the fleet, the giant research vessel "Prometheus," which had been inconspicuous until now, suddenly emitted a terrifying roar.

The ship's camouflage peeled away layer by layer, revealing its menacing true form. Deep within the ship's hold, a massive mechanical hatch roared open.

A massive metal probe, hundreds of meters long and several meters in diameter, slowly emerged. Its body crackled with eerie, ghostly blue arcs of electricity, resembling a fang coated with deadly poison, exuding an aura of destruction, as it aimed at the seabed rock below.

This is a strategic-level environmental modification device secretly developed by the Eagle Federation, codenamed "God's Hammer." Its original design was for mining deep-sea minerals, using vibrations to pulverize rock layers. However, by adjusting its frequency and combining it with a seismic drilling bomb, it can create an artificial tsunami powerful enough to destroy coastal civilizations along fragile geological fault lines!

The probe began to accelerate, its blue light intensifying, as it prepared to pierce deep into the flesh and blood of the Earth.

However, at this time...

Inside Kunlun Palace.

Su Yun has already thrown out another totem.