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

Long Yi took a step forward, and the aura he exuded from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood forced Old Ross to instinctively retreat.

"Ten thousand tons of gold? Is that a lot?"

Long Yi pointed to the concrete ground beneath his feet: "In other countries, this might buy the life of a president. But here, let alone ten thousand tons of gold, even if you turned the moon into gold and pushed it over here, you couldn't buy an inch of this land!"

"I'll say it again: this soil is where our ancestors are buried, and where the blood of martyrs is soaked!"

"You want to use your blood-stained, dirty money to buy our living space? To buy your old dog's life? Dream on!"

"And those other technologies," Long Yi sneered, "technologies that rely on experimenting on living people and turning them into monsters—we find them disgusting!"

Long Yi turned to look behind him, his voice suddenly rising: "Qian Sen! Tell this old bastard whether we need his skills or not?!"

Minister of Science and Technology Qian Sen pushed up his glasses, his face full of disdain: "Reporting to the leader! Our 'Shennong' ecological cycle system is already online. Although it's not in mass production yet, it's a hundred times better than that garbage technology from the West that turns people into monsters! That garbage technology isn't even good enough to be used as toilet paper!"

"Did you hear me?"

Long Yi looked at Old Ross, whose face was deathly pale. "As for the list you mentioned, we don't need you to give it to us. If they dare to reach out, we're willing to chop off their hands. If we can find out, it's Longxia's ability; if we can't, it's their fate. But trying to trade principles? That won't work on this land."

Ross was completely panicked.

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Methods that work flawlessly in the Western world have completely failed here. This is the second time!

These Longxia people are simply insane, a bunch of lunatics who are impervious to reason and force!

"No...you can't do this!"

Old Ross panicked: "I am the patriarch of the Ross family! Kill me, and you will get nothing! The Ark Alliance will retaliate! They will retaliate fiercely! You have no idea what we're up to!"

Su Yun stepped forward and looked down at the old man who had collapsed.

"We don't need a deal."

"What Long Xia wants is justice."

"It's to seek justice for the civilians you abandoned on the streets of New York, for the innocent souls who died in biological experiments."

"Elder Long." Su Yun turned around.

Long waved his hand, as if swatting away a fly: "Drag him away. No need for interrogation, go straight to a public trial. Let the whole world see that no matter how rich or powerful you are, this is what happens if you commit crimes against humanity."

Two fierce warriors immediately rushed up, grabbed Old Ross from both sides, and dragged him out like a dead dog.

At this moment, Ross finally despaired.

His elegance, his leverage, his calculations—all crumbled to dust before this ancient Eastern nation.

Since he can't survive...

Then we'll all die together!

Old Ross, who was being dragged along, suddenly stopped struggling. He abruptly raised his head, and his wrinkled face was now contorted into an extremely terrifying expression. It was pure resentment, a madness that wanted to drag the entire world down with it.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

He let out a piercing, owl-like laugh, laughing so hard that his whole body trembled, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

"Too late! Too late! You bunch of stupid Dragon Summer pigs!"

Old Ross roared at Long Yi and Su Yun with all his might, "You think it's over after you captured me? Dream on! You're so naive!"

The soldier tried to cover his mouth, but Long Yi stopped him by raising his hand.

"Let him bark," Long Yi said coldly. "I want to hear what tricks a stray dog ​​can still bark."

As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, Old Ross's neck veins bulged, and his eyes became bloodshot and red: "Back when the Black Mamba Squad was completely wiped out, 'The Doctor' had already initiated 'Project Apocalypse'! You bunch of cowards who only know how to cower in your shells, do the math! It's precisely the time when the monsoon in the Northern Hemisphere is shifting!"

"The wind has risen! The clouds have arrived!"

"So what if you have golden tortoise shells? You can stop missiles, you can stop magic, but can you stop the ever-present wind? Can you stop every single drop of rain?"

Old Ross's roar echoed across the square, carrying a chilling aura.

"The 'Desolation' virus has crossed the Himalayas with the atmospheric circulation! It's a terminal illness for plants! A curse on water sources!"

"We don't need to lift a finger; nature will clean you up for us."

"Long Yi! I will watch from the depths of hell with my eyes open! I will watch your proud Golden Great Wall turn into a gigantic tomb! I will watch your 1.4 billion so-called 'compatriots' tear each other apart and devour each other in famine over a moldy bun! I will watch this land become a living hell!"

"That's a worse ending than death! Hahahaha!"

"It's divine punishment! This is divine punishment!!"

As Old Ross hurled his frantic curses, he was roughly dragged onto the prison van.

The car door slammed shut, cutting off his maniacal laughter, but the malevolent chill seemed to linger in the air.

The square was deathly silent.

The once-fist-fueled warriors now showed a hint of panic on their faces.

Virus? Targeting plants?

Food is the most important thing for people. If there is a crop failure and the water source is polluted, even if there are no monsters outside, the people inside will not be able to survive. This trick is too insidious; it's practically a plan to wipe out their lineage!

Su Yun suddenly looked up.

Not only him, but all the professionals present felt something was off.

The sky, which had been clear despite being covered in golden light, was suddenly covered by a thick layer of cumulonimbus clouds that drifted in from the western horizon.

The clouds were so low they made it hard to breathe.

Even more strangely, the clouds were not the normal gray-black, but had a faint purplish-red hue, like the dissolving of bruises.

The wind picked up.

A faint, sweet, fishy smell wafted in the air, like rotten apples or fermenting corpses.

"Tick-tock".

A drop of rain fell on the golden armor of the heroic spirit.

Instead of being deflected or evaporated as usual, this drop of purple rainwater spread across the surface of the golden armor, resembling an ugly patch of psoriasis. Although it couldn't penetrate, its corrosive intent was obvious.

……

at the same time.

Thousands of kilometers away from Longxia, in a place deep underground where sunlight never shines.

This is a massive laboratory with a cyberpunk aesthetic. The cold metal walls gleam with an eerie light, and countless transparent pipes crisscross overhead like the veins of a colossal beast. Various liquids—azure, scarlet, and ghastly green—flow within these pipes, gurgling and bubbling.

In the very center of the laboratory stands a huge glass column, tens of meters high, filled with a pale yellow culture medium.

And suspended in that liquid was a giant heart, over three meters in diameter, that was still beating!

The surface of this heart is covered with black tubes. With each heavy and powerful beat, countless invisible dust particles are pumped into the outside atmosphere by a high-pressure pump through a complex exhaust system.

A middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses is standing in front of the control panel.

He held a steaming cup of black coffee in his hand, pacing gracefully through this eerie jungle of machinery and flesh.

"PhD."

A emotionless, synthesized voice echoed in the empty laboratory, "The Zeus signal has been completely lost. Mr. Ross has been confirmed to have been captured by Longxia's forces."

The man referred to as "Doctor" showed no panic whatsoever, not even a furrowed brow. He simply took a sip of his coffee, savoring the bittersweet aftertaste, a knowing yet utterly cold smile playing on his lips.

"As expected."

The doctor's voice was gentle and magnetic, like that of a professor lecturing on a university podium. "Mr. Ross is a good businessman, but he doesn't understand science. He always thinks money can solve everything, but he doesn't know that in the face of true evolution, all beings are equal, all are ants."

He extended his long, slender fingers and gently pushed a red physical lever.

The giant heart beat faster and faster, the "thump, thump, thump" sound like a war drum, making the surrounding glassware tremble slightly.

"It's good that he's been arrested. The remnants of the old era will eventually be swept into the dustbin of history. His only value is to help me distract Long Xia for the past few hours."

The doctor turned around and looked at the huge holographic screen. The screen displayed a global weather map, with a large patch of dark purple representing "highly toxic" weather, which was slowly covering the golden map in the east, like a huge, ominous shroud, carried by the strong westerly winds.

As the purple color continued to spread, a fanatical light gleamed in the doctor's eyes.

"Longxia, I've heard you have a five-thousand-year-old agricultural civilization, and I've heard you have the legend of Shennong. Let's see if your Shennong techniques are more powerful, or if my 'Wilderness' is superior."

"This is not war, it is a great experiment. To select superior genes and eliminate inferior flesh and blood."

The doctor opened his arms as if embracing the new world in his heart.

"When the earth no longer grows grain, when the rivers flow with poisonous blood."

"Only those who evolve deserve to live."

"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, the plague has arrived. Now... let the rain fall even harder."

Rumbling--

A bolt of purple lightning tore through the sky above the border of Longxia.

Along the long border of Longxia, the first purple rain, carrying an aura of destruction, finally fell.

Raindrops hit the withered yellow grass, and the grass instantly emitted black smoke, turning black and rotting at a visible speed, eventually turning into a puddle of foul-smelling pus; the clear stream boiled the moment it came into contact with the rain, emitting pungent red smoke, and fish and shrimp floated to the surface with their white bellies turned up, their flesh and bones dissolving immediately.

The earth is groaning, and all things are withering away.

An unprecedented ecological catastrophe has already arrived.