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

however.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard.

"when--!!!"

There was no bloody collision as imagined, nor the roar of swords and horses.

Zhao Tiezhu's cleaver, powerful enough to cleave a tank in two, stopped a full hundred meters away from the six-winged angel.

It wasn't blocked, it was "stopped".

It was like a high-definition video that was playing smoothly suddenly being disconnected from the internet, causing the screen to freeze. Zhao Tiezhu remained in his slashing stance, along with the three thousand heroic vanguards behind him, all suspended in mid-air.

The dark gold flames on their bodies, which were originally burning fiercely, now resembled insects sealed in amber, with even the trajectory of the flames being forcibly frozen.

"The grass...can't move..."

Zhao Tiezhu was startled.

I just feel it.

The surrounding air was no longer a gas, but an incredibly hard solid. No, it couldn't even be called a solid; it was a rule of "denied access."

In this pale, radiant realm, all the laws of physics cease to apply.

There is no gravity, no friction, and no kinetic energy.

The angel above, with its disdainful gaze, signifies that it is the sole ruler of this small space.

"Fire!! Support Lao Zhao!!"

Behind them, the commander of the Falcon Legion, who had not followed the charge, saw that something was amiss and decisively gave the order.

The armored formation, which had been waiting in advance, opened fire instantly. Dozens of armor-piercing shells, trailing long plumes of flame, roared into the pale, blood-red area.

However, a strange scene happened.

These warheads, representing the violent aesthetics of human industrial design, had their flames abruptly extinguished the moment they entered the range of the white light. The high-speed spinning projectiles came to an instant, hovering blankly in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, the warhead began to disintegrate.

Silently.

It's like someone gently erasing a drawing with an eraser.

The hard tungsten alloy warhead instantly turned into the most primitive atomic dust, without even making a sound, and was directly erased from the material level.

"What the hell is this...?" a gunner exclaimed.

The warriors, who believed that firepower was justice, never imagined that the enemy didn't even need to defend themselves before the shells mysteriously disappeared.

midair.

The six-winged angel didn't even lift its eyelids.

In its high-dimensional eyes, which flowed with divine radiance, the group of humans rushing towards it were not warriors at all, but rather swarms of unusually active, golden "random virus".

Viruses don't need to communicate; they only need to be detected and killed.

It slightly raised its flawless left hand, pierced by rust.

Lightly tap with your index finger.

hum-

Suddenly.

In the void behind it, countless pale rays of light began to converge, eventually condensing into a beam of light that was devoid of any temperature, yet so bright it stung the eyes.

The beam of light was aimed at Zhao Tiezhu, who was "stuck" in mid-air and unable to move.

"Begin making corrections," it said calmly.

"Oh no..."

On the ground, every soldier felt a chill in their heart.

That kind of energy level reaction could vaporize an entire mountain instantly, let alone a heroic spirit.

In the distant shadows, the Doctor, through clandestine observation, watched this scene with a fanatical gleam of pleasure: "See that? This is the difference in dimensions! What Dragon Xia Heroic Spirits, what national will—before God's 'formatting,' they are all laughable struggles!"

The beam of light fell.

The world instantly lost its color, and there was no earth-shattering explosion.

Only a pure, chilling white expanse mercilessly swallowed Zhao Tiezhu's tiny figure.

……

At the same time.

Longxia, Sichuan, an old teahouse.

"Will!"

Grandpa Li slammed the chess piece on the board, a smug smile just appearing on his face, ready to enjoy his old friend's frustrated expression.

Suddenly, he frowned and scratched his back.

"What's wrong, Lao Li? Can't accept defeat and trying to renege on your debt?" Grandpa Zhang across from him glared.

"What a load of rubbish!" Old Li grimaced and twisted his body. "I don't know what kind of bug it was, but it bit me hard on my vest just now, it hurts a bit."

"It's probably mosquitoes; the mosquitoes in autumn are very vicious."

……

Shanghai, an office building.

Xiao Wang, a programmer who was frantically typing away at his code, had just touched the Enter key.

"hiss!"

A tingling, stinging pain shot through my fingertips, like I'd been hit hard by static electricity.

He was startled and pulled his hand back, thinking the computer was leaking electricity. After checking for a long time, he couldn't find anything wrong, so he could only grumble and shake his hand to continue working.

……

Northeast China, an open-air bathhouse.

"Holy crap!"

A shirtless man was scrubbing himself in the bath when he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, as if someone had hit him with a small stone.

He looked around blankly: "Who? Who the hell threw soap at me?"

Surrounded by a sea of ​​white flesh, everyone was dumbfounded, and some were even rubbing their chests.

……

At this moment.

On this vast land of 9.6 million square kilometers, there are 1.4 billion people of Longxia, as well as all foreigners who have been clearly incorporated into the Longxia territory.

Whether you're drinking tea, attending class, working, or sleeping.

Whether in a bustling city or a refugee camp.

At the same second, everyone felt again an extremely faint, almost negligible, discomfort.

It's like being bitten by a mosquito, getting a static shock, or being gently patted on the shoulder.

Then, the next second, as the green drizzle fell, that discomfort vanished with the wind.

Nobody knows.

That momentary, slight pain was because they were taking the brunt of a certain death "divine punishment" for some big, dumb guy who was risking his life on the border.

……

Border battlefield.

The pale light gradually faded.

The commander of the Falcon Legion dared not look anymore; he clenched his teeth, his eyes red-rimmed.

That's a devastating attack of S-rank or higher!

Old Zhao...

"Pooh!"

A loud, forceful spitting sound rang out abruptly in the silent battlefield.

Everyone looked up abruptly.

All that could be seen was mid-air.

Zhao Tiezhu, who should have been reduced to ashes, was still in that chopping posture.

His armor did have a few cracks, but that was all.

Even his translucent soul body only dimmed slightly for a moment before being instantly filled with some unknown power.

"That's it?"

Zhao Tiezhu blinked twice, then looked down at his chest in disbelief.

For a brief moment, he genuinely thought he was going to die.

The terrifying energy poured in would have been enough to make even a true god suffer, let alone a heroic spirit.

But just as that force was about to tear his soul apart, the golden line at his heart suddenly lit up.

It was both dazzlingly bright and warmly warm.

The damage, enough to destroy mountains, was instantly diverted along this line into an unimaginably vast reservoir.

A little here, a little there.

In the end, the damage that fell on Zhao Tiezhu was roughly equivalent to being hit in the face with a cotton ball by Er Ya next door.

Not only did it not hurt, it even made me want to laugh.

Zhao Tiezhu paused for a moment, then breathed on his golden armor and said, "Hey! You birdbrain, didn't you eat? Your attacks are so weak, it's like tickling!"