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

People's Square.

The wind direction has changed.

The righteous energy that had just surged through the heavens and earth in celebration of the triumphant return of the heroes was abruptly shattered by a damp, sticky current. It felt like a cold, slimy hand slowly stroking the back of everyone's neck, raising goosebumps.

Above the sky, the once dazzling golden light curtain still flowed, but outside the light curtain, the clouds pressed down very low, as if they were about to touch the city's lightning rod.

It wasn't the usual dark cloud, but a nauseating dark purple, like stagnant blood from a severely infected wound, or like someone had poured a bucket of rotten, fermenting grape juice onto the vast canvas of the heavens.

An indescribable, sweet-and-sour smell wafted through the air. The smell wasn't strong, but it was incredibly penetrating, like a mixture of rotten apples, formaldehyde, and the carcass of some deep-sea mollusk, drilling straight into one's nasal cavity.

"Tick-tock".

The first drop of rain fell on the flowerbed at the edge of the square.

It was a newly transplanted ornamental rose, its buds full and vibrant red. When the purple raindrops touched the petals, they didn't splash like ordinary rain, but rather made a very faint etching sound, like strong acid meeting butter.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the crimson petals didn't even last half a second. They quickly turned from red to gray, then from gray to black, before turning into a pool of foul-smelling black water that flowed down the stem.

The death spread with alarming speed. Green leaves curled and scorched, stems carbonized and disintegrated, and finally, even the soil beneath the roots turned into a smoldering, dead patch. The once vibrant plant was reduced in the blink of an eye to a nauseating pool of pus.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

In an instant, the rain poured down.

The purple rain curtain, like countless beaded veils, enveloped the entire city.

"Alert!! Protect the commander!!"

The colonel in charge of security roared. Dozens of shield-bearing soldiers instinctively raised their alloy tower shields, trying to create a sheltered area above Long Yi, Su Yun, and the others.

However, a strange scene happened.

This terrifying, poisonous rain, powerful enough to instantly turn plants into corpses, fell on the alloy shields and even splashed onto the bare hands and necks of several warriors on the periphery, yet it had no effect whatsoever.

There was no burning, no corrosion, not even the slightest pain or itching. It was like the most ordinary spring rain, sliding down the skin, and apart from that lingering fishy smell, it caused no direct harm to the human body.

It is precisely because of this targeted "harmlessness" that the golden Great Wall of light that had blocked countless attacks and was regarded as an absolute defense line by the people of Longxia is now as silent as a blind man.

The Great Wall's defense mechanism determines that this is a natural weather phenomenon, a non-offensive skill, and not a hostile creature, therefore it cannot be intercepted.

But this is the real, bone-chilling terror.

"Pfft... Hiss..."

At this very moment, the green belts surrounding the square and the century-old plane trees lining both sides of the long street in the distance are emitting a series of chilling sounds.

The once lush greenery of the city withered, turned black, and rotted at a visible speed under the scouring of the purple rain.

The trees throughout the city seemed to have been stripped of their souls, leaving only bare, black limbs pointing towards the sky, as if silently accusing the injustice.

Old Ross, who was already ashen-faced and being held in the prison van, suddenly seemed to have a burst of energy like a dying mad dog in its final moments when he saw this scene.

He lunged at the iron fence, his withered fingers gripping the rain-soaked bars tightly, completely ignoring the purple rain drifting in through the window cracks and hitting his age-spotted face.

"Hahaha! They're here! They've finally arrived!"

Old Ross's face was pressed tightly against the railing, his features contorted with excessive excitement, and a broken, bellows-like laugh emanated from his throat:

"Long Yi! Did you see that?! This isn't a bomb, it's not magic, it's a gift from nature! It's the cleansing of the top of the food chain!"

Because of the heavy rain, the convoy had to temporarily stop at the square's exit. Old Ross's voice pierced through the rain, carrying a hysterical, vengeful pleasure:

"Your 'wall' can stop nuclear bombs, it can stop monsters, but can it stop the 'weather'? Can it stop the microorganisms in the air?"

"This is 'Wasteland'! An S-class virus specifically developed to target plant gene chains! Just a single drop will kill all crops within a hundred miles! The land will turn into saline-alkali land, and water sources will become toxic pools!"

"Enjoy yourselves! You will starve and die of thirst in three months! This land will be completely sealed off, turning into a giant, barren grave!"

Long Yi stood under the awning, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He ignored Old Ross's barking and turned to look at Qin Shuangyue beside him.

He didn't even need to ask; a series of glaring red lights had already illuminated on Qin Shuangyue's military tablet. This usually aloof female general now had her brows furrowed.

"Sir...the situation is very bad."

Qin Shuangyue's voice was tense, like a fully drawn bowstring: "It's not just the capital. The meteorological bureau just issued the highest red alert. This purple cloud was brought in by the westerly winds, covering an area of ​​over three million square kilometers! It's covering our entire North China Plain, Northeast Plain, and the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River Plain!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Nong, the Minister of Agriculture who was standing next to him, swayed violently and almost fell to the ground.

The old man, who had spent his entire life working the land, instantly had tears in his eyes.

"This is a grain-producing area..." Liu Nong's lips trembled. "These crops only grew with great difficulty thanks to Comrade Su Yun's help!"

"Report!"

A messenger stumbled through the rain, soaked to the bone, his face a mixture of rain and cold sweat, clutching a wet telegram tightly in his hand:

"Urgent dispatch from Jiangsu Province! A massive red tide suddenly broke out in Taihu Lake one minute ago, and all water quality monitoring instruments have exceeded their limits! Large numbers of dead fish are floating on the surface, and all freshwater conversion facilities along the lake have been forced to shut down! The expert team has confirmed... the water contains highly toxic substances and cannot be filtered!"

"Report! Urgent telegram from Henan Province! The entire experimental wheat field in Zhoukou, covering tens of thousands of acres... has been wiped out!"

Another correspondent followed up, "Highly active unknown toxins were detected in the soil. Experts said... that this land is completely destroyed, and even grass won't survive if planted in it!"

Bad news came like snowflakes.

Each message was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The soldiers around them, who had been so full of enthusiasm, were now holding their guns with trembling hands.

They were not afraid of bloodshed or sacrifice; they even dared to charge at a hundred-meter-tall behemoth. But at this moment, facing this rain of purple, facing this insidious and vicious scheme that would wipe out their entire lineage, a deep sense of powerlessness shot from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads.

These Western tycoons, unable to gain entry on the front lines, resort to these underhanded tactics that threaten their future generations.

They don't kill people, they destroy their spirits.

They want to destroy the foundation of this land, leaving 1.4 billion people to guard the indestructible Great Wall, yet starve to death in their own homeland!

Food is the most important thing for people. If there is no harvest and no water source, no matter how high the Great Wall is built, it will only trap a group of starving corpses waiting to be slaughtered.

"Mr. Long, do you still want to struggle?"

Inside the prison van, old Ross was still laughing, tears streaming down his face. "Release me! Kneel down and beg me, and maybe I'll consider giving you some of the antidote formula. Otherwise, you'll be stuck eating dirt with your rifles! Oh, and by the way, the dirt drenched by 'Wasteland' is poisonous too, hahahaha!"

The soldiers around him had bloodshot eyes, and their hands were trembling as they held their guns. If it weren't for the strict military discipline, they would have riddled this old bastard with bullets.