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

"allow!"

The sound, though not loud, was like the switch on some ancient law.

Before the air inside Kunlun Palace could even tremble, the suspended bronze mirror "Karmic Mirror Platform" suddenly emitted a roar like a dragon's cry.

The causal red line, which was originally only as thick as a hair and connected to the depths of the Atlantic Ocean, suddenly surged as if it had been infused with endless golden divine power.

It is no longer a line.

It unfolds, transforming into a phantom golden bridge spanning half of the blue planet.

The bridge is wide enough to accommodate thousands of troops traveling side by side. The golden light is not static, but like flowing lava, or like the historical gold sands settled in the long river of time, each grain of sand engraved with an indomitable will.

Luofengpo, on the southwestern border.

The three thousand heroic spirits obeyed the orders without question.

Zhao Tiezhu floated in mid-air, unaware that he had arrived here from the 77th boundary marker.

At that moment, he twirled his energy broadsword in a beautiful flourish, his translucent black face showing a hint of excitement: "I've long heard of the Falcon Legion's reputation, and I'm finally fortunate enough to fight alongside them!"

The Falcon Legion Commander, standing at the very front of the group, was a man with a stern face. At this moment, he simply lowered the brim of his hat, but that did not prevent a smile from appearing on his lips.

He swung his sword sharply, the blade pointing at the golden bridge that stretched out from the void.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Target: Western Atlantic Ocean, coordinates locked!"

"Apart from the leader, who wants them alive, all the others who obstruct us—"

The legion commander paused briefly, then uttered a single, chilling word: "Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Three thousand six hundred and twenty-one heroic spirits marched forward simultaneously.

There was no synchronized footsteps, for they were spirits; their feet touched the golden bridge, creating ripples of gold. But the murderous aura of a thousand troops charging into battle was more terrifying than any physical tremor.

The Golden Bridge seems to have the magical effect of shrinking the distance to an inch.

The moment the army stepped onto the bridge, their figures stretched into streaks of light, darting rapidly across the sky.

The survivors, refugees, and defenders on the ground, if they looked up at that moment, would witness an unbelievable scene: the thick, gloomy apocalyptic clouds overhead were forcibly cleaved open into a golden canyon. Countless semi-transparent figures clad in golden armor, stepping on streams of light, charged westward with the unstoppable momentum of Hou Yi shooting down the sun.

……

Above the ruins of Cairo, Egypt.

A Class S mutated creature, the "Necromancer Pharaoh," whose body was wrapped in rotting bandages and whose size was comparable to a skyscraper, was perched atop the largest pyramid, greedily devouring the free-floating energy in the world.

In this region, it is the absolute overlord, and all the mutated beasts within a radius of 500 kilometers have to act according to its will.

Suddenly, it felt that the always gray sky above its head had become somewhat dazzling.

The necromancer pharaoh angrily raised its withered, enormous head, wanting to see which fool dared to fly above it.

Then, it saw a scene it would never forget in its entire life—even with its brain shrinking after the mutation.

The sky has cracked open.

A golden, raging river stretches across the sky, dividing heaven and earth in two.

On that river, a densely packed army was rushing across with an overwhelming, invincible momentum.

The mere wisp of aura emanating from it caused dozens of bandages on this S-class overlord's body to snap instantly. That wasn't a suppression at the biological level; it was a dimensional reduction attack from the level of "rules."

This group of people does not belong to the "present" nor to the "past." They are gods and demons who walk in the cracks between life and death and wield the power of killing!

The necromancer pharaoh's last remaining, pitiful instincts screamed: Don't move! Move and you'll die!

So, quite readily, its enormous body instantly shrank into a huge ball of flesh in an extremely comical posture, even covering its eyes tightly with its two huge claws, trying to disguise itself as a large weathered rock.

But just as the army of heroes roared past, a small warrior at the back of the column seemed to catch a glimpse of the foul-smelling thing below. He frowned, finding it too ugly and unsightly, and casually tossed an energy spear he was holding down.

"Pfft."

It's like a red-hot tungsten rod piercing through a thin layer of damp paper towel.

A transparent hole instantly appeared in the necromancer pharaoh's incredibly hard head. Before it could even scream, its massive body was instantly reduced to ashes by the golden energy, dissipating into the wind.

The journey continued westward without stopping at Jinqiao.

It spans the Mediterranean Sea and crosses the Strait of Gibraltar.

The strait cliffs, once known as the "Pillars of Hercules," have long since broken in the storms of the apocalypse. But now, the brilliance of the Golden Bridge shines even brighter and more majestic than the legendary pillars.

On the sea surface, countless deep-sea monsters that had been stirring up storms felt the terrifying pressure sweeping overhead. Like frightened quails, they desperately burrowed into the deep-sea trenches, not daring to utter a single bubble. The once boiling sea surface became as still as a mirror at this moment.

This is the current Dragon Summer Heroic Spirit.

Ghosts and spirits will be warded off, and all evil will be unable to invade.

On this journey to the underworld, we will summon our old comrades, and with ten thousand banners, we will slay Yama, the King of Hell!

……

Five hundred meters underwater in the Atlantic Ocean.

Inside the nuclear submarine "Zeus", the atmosphere had become frigid.

The once luxurious command center now resembles a death row cell awaiting trial.

Old Ross stared intently at the wine glass.

The red thread in the cup was still trembling, and the terrifying will from the East was slowly squeezing in along this thread.

In a daze, he saw countless golden-armored generals crossing the bridge.

"Professor Merlin! Is it not ready yet?!" Old Ross's voice was shrill and somewhat distorted, completely lacking the demeanor of a Western tycoon's leader.

In a corner of the command cabin, an old man dressed in elaborate robes and holding an unidentified animal bone staff opened his eyes.

He is Merlin, the chief archmage whom the Ark Alliance has paid a fortune to worship.

The old man, who was hailed as "God's left hand" in Western occult circles, did not look well at the moment, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Don't rush me, it'll be ready soon!" Merlin cursed under his breath, slamming his bone staff to the ground.

"Buzz—"

A pale purple magical light instantly enveloped the entire command center.

Countless strange runes moved across the light screen.

The "Void Exile" spell in Western black magic is said to be able to banish all spirits forever into the turbulent currents of time and space.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ross." Merlin wiped the sweat from his brow, his tone regaining some of its arrogance. "The so-called 'heroic spirits' of the East are nothing more than remnants of magnetic fields that haven't yet dissipated. Within my void barrier, every one of them that enters will die."

At the same time, the submarine's physical defenses were also fully activated.

The heavy blast door slammed shut, and dozens of fully armed "Tyrant"-class cyborg warriors blocked the entrance.

They weren't holding ordinary gunpowder firearms, but rather the Ark Alliance's latest "Psionic Gauss Rifle." The magazines were filled with special bullets crafted from a mixture of holy silver and depleted uranium alloy, specifically designed to deal with non-physical beings.

Technology and magic achieve a perfect unity on this submarine.

This is also the source of Ross's confidence in provoking Long Xia.

"I refuse to believe it..." Old Ross gritted his teeth, staring at the red line, "You can't possibly reach this far across half the globe!"

The voice just fell.

"Click".

A crisp sound.

It wasn't the glass that broke.

Instead, it was the titanium alloy hull of the submarine, strong enough to withstand the impact of a nuclear explosion, that let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the weight.

The large screen in the command center displaying external monitoring suddenly went black, and then everyone heard a sickening sound—the sound of metal being forcibly torn apart.

The thin red thread is like an invisible zipper pull.

It pulled gently.

"Sizzle—!"

The Zeus's prized armor plates and interior walls, engraved with magical runes, were as if made of paper, instantly curling and flipping open to both sides.

There was no terrifying scene of seawater backflow as expected.

Because of a layer of dazzling and domineering golden light, like a divine barrier, the terrifying water pressure of hundreds of atmospheres in the deep sea was forcefully blocked outside.

A large hole, two meters in diameter, appeared between the interior of the submarine and the deep sea.

A semi-transparent head, wearing a golden helmet, boldly peeked in from the hole.

Zhao Tiezhu looked around, his gaze sweeping over the terrified Westerners before finally settling on Old Ross's pale face.

He grinned, revealing a set of illusory white teeth.

"Wow, it's getting lively here? Are you having a party?"