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

The Atlantic Ocean, 500 meters below sea level.

Inside the nuclear submarine "Zeus".

Old Ross was elegantly swirling the red wine in his glass. The expensive wine clung to the glass, its color as alluring as a ruby.

He was in a good mood.

Although he lost several "hunting dogs," obtaining the ultimate data on Long Xia's individual combat strength was a worthwhile deal for him.

"Ascertain the current status of Dr. Longxia's virus deployment plan." Old Ross took a sip of red wine, the oak-scented liquid sliding down his throat. "Also, have the second scavenger team prepare. This time I want..."

"drop--!!!"

A piercingly sharp screech suddenly erupted in the command center without warning, instantly shattering the elegant atmosphere.

In just half a second, all the fluorescent lights in the command center went out instantly. In their place, a deep purple warning light, representing the highest level of emergency, illuminated. This light typically only illuminates when the nuclear reactor is about to melt down.

The purple light flashed wildly, illuminating everyone's faces as if they were demons from hell.

"What happened? Is there a reactor leak?"

Old Ross's hand trembled, and the expensive red wine spilled onto the pristine white napkin, staining it a shocking crimson.

The intelligence officer standing in front of the control panel typed rapidly on the virtual keyboard, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Boss! It's not a glitch! It's locked!"

"An unidentified energy source is rapidly approaching! Damn it, what kind of speed is this...? The radar isn't reacting! The sonar isn't responding! Even the magic fluctuation detector is showing a straight line!"

"System cannot be parsed! Logic cannot be constructed! Energy level... the energy level is displayed as 'unknown'! It does not exist at the physical level at all!"

On the large screen inside the command cabin, the "Eye of All Wisdom" defense system—a masterpiece that combines the Ark Alliance's top black technology with forbidden spells of the Western prophecy system—was frantically displaying a series of bright red "ERROR" messages.

The super AI, which had boasted of being able to predict all attacks, was now like a duck with its neck being choked, only able to utter meaningless gibberish.

Old Ross was a ruthless tycoon who had experienced the Cold War and countless assassinations. Although he was terrified, he reacted extremely quickly.

"What's the panic!"

He slammed his hand on the table: "Activate 'Silent Domain'! Activate all decoy drones! Turn the Void Shield to maximum power! Whether it's hypersonic missiles or forbidden magic, at this depth, in front of the 'Zeus,' they're nothing but..."

"puff."

A faint, almost inaudible sound abruptly interrupted his roar.

The sound was very soft, like a tailor cutting a thread, or like a bubble bursting on the surface of water.

But inside the command center at that moment, the sound was as sharp as thunder.

Old Ross froze.

The intelligence officer froze.

All the operators who were running around stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the bulkhead on the left side of the command module.

There stood a forty-centimeter-thick layer of special composite armor, capable of withstanding close-range impacts from a nuclear bomb. At that moment, this seemingly indestructible wall was easily pierced, like a sheet of soaked rice paper.

There was no explosion, no deformation, and not even a single drop of seawater entered.

There is only a hole the size of a pinhole.

A red thread slipped in lightly.

It was as thin as a blood vessel, eerily red, and exuded a chilling aura that could freeze one's soul.

It ignored the multi-billion dollar void magic shield outside the submarine, ignored the dozens of drones frantically darting around in the seawater to lure and attack, and just swam straight in, slowly and methodically.

Old Ross tried to dodge, tried to shout for help, but he was horrified to find that he couldn't move.

It's not just about the body.

Even the magic power and spiritual power within his body, and even a tiny blood vessel in his fingertip, were suppressed by some invisible force. The feeling was like a mortal standing naked atop a towering snow-capped mountain, nailed to a cross by the gaze of a god.

He could only watch helplessly as the red line, like a nimble venomous snake, meandered through the air, drawing mysterious trajectories.

Finally, the red line stopped in front of him.

The thread lightly touched his stiffly raised right hand, landing on the crystal goblet.

"bite."

A crisp, pleasant sound of impact.

The red line disappeared into the wine.

The originally rich, purplish-red wine seemed to boil in that instant, turning a bright, scarlet red, like a glass of hot blood just released from a major artery.

An indescribable fear shot from Old Ross's tailbone straight to the top of his head, instantly exploding in every pore of his body.

Through this cup of "blood wine," he sensed a gaze.

A gaze that spanned half of the blue planet, crossed mountains and seas and the void, and even crossed the boundary between life and death.

There was no anger or mania in his eyes, only a vast indifference like the heavens and a majesty as if judging ants.

There is nowhere to escape.

There is no way to avoid it.

Faced with this overwhelming and suffocating law of cause and effect, his proud technology, his immense wealth, and his power to manipulate events all became as fragile and laughable as sandcastles on the beach.

"Found it."

A faint voice seemed to resonate directly in the depths of his soul.

……

Kunlun Palace, Conference Room No. 1.

The surface of the suspended bronze mirror rippled like water, revealing a high-definition image so clear that even the pores were visible.

The background shows the interior of a submarine with flashing purple warning lights, where luxurious decorations are interspersed with cold, impersonal instruments.

In the very center of the image is a pale, terrified, wrinkled old face.

It was Old Ross.

The mirror even thoughtfully displays a series of latitude and longitude coordinates accurate to six decimal places, as well as the current target's depth data, next to it.

[Target locked: Mid-Atlantic Ridge, 42.12°W, 38.05°N. Depth: 523 meters.]

[Identity confirmed: Ross Child, Executive Chairman of the Ark Alliance.]

[Causal chain determination: Mastermind.]

[Sin Level: S+ (His blood debts are too numerous to count).]

In the conference room, everyone's eyes were fixed on that face.

Long Yi stared at the old man in the picture, who was holding a glass of red wine and whose body was stiff. The anger in his eyes was almost palpable.

"It really was you, you old dog." Long Yi gritted his teeth.

"Sir, give the order! Launch the missiles directly! Use the Dongfeng-90 hypersonic missile! Equipped with a bunker-buster warhead! It can absolutely flatten this sea area!"

Just then, Su Yun suddenly said, "Perhaps we have a better option."

He looked at the screen displaying Luofengpo.

There, the auras of three thousand heroic spirits were surging wildly, their fighting spirit soaring into the sky, causing the heavens and earth to change color.

The [Heavenly Dao - Mirror of Retribution] on the system panel vibrated again, and a line of large, blood-red characters appeared:

The medium has been built, and the bridge of cause and effect has been connected.

[The strong will of three thousand heroic spirits has been detected—requesting to march!]

Su Yun's gaze was piercing, directed at the void, and also at the three thousand fallen but undying warriors, as he spoke in a deep voice:

"allow!"