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

The arena was shrouded in sweltering heat.

The once invincible Nemean Lion was now in a state of extreme frustration. It felt as if the person riding on its neck was not a person, but a heavy mountain, or a piece of dog skin plaster that it could not shake off no matter what it did.

Physical attacks are ineffective?

This was originally its proud divine gift, an "absolute defense" granted by the rules. But now, these rules have become the biggest joke in front of those fists the size of sandbags. Every punch the drunkard threw carried a strange "penetrating force." That force completely ignored any surface defense, directly drilling into the bone crevices, shaking the brain, and bombarding the internal organs.

"roar--!!!"

The giant lion roared in pain and rage. It was afraid; this fear, originating from the depths of its soul, forced it to use its trump card.

Since physical means can't kill you, then let's use magic.

Since you're so tough and hard to fight, then I'll burn you to ashes!

The giant lion's originally dark golden mane instantly turned crimson, each hair transforming into a tongue of fire spewing flames. Its pores opened, no longer sweating, but instead spewing forth thick, scalding, dark red magma with a strong sulfurous odor.

boom!

The arena instantly transformed into a sea of ​​fire. This fire was no ordinary fire; it was the "Hellfire" from the depths of the underworld, a divine flame capable of scorching souls and melting the very rules of existence.

The high temperature distorted space, causing all the footage to shake violently and produce static.

"Oh no!" Qin Shuangyue exclaimed, her face turning deathly pale. "The energy reading has exploded! At this temperature, even special alloys would vaporize in a fraction of a second! Senior Wu Song..."

Long Yi also frowned, his eyes fixed on the arena.

How can a mortal body withstand divine fire?

High above the clouds, the Western gods, who had always been aloof and superior, finally regained some of the sense of superiority that belonged to the gods.

"A coarse mortal body."

A grand voice echoed through the heavens, carrying indifference and mockery: "Eastern monkeys, you seem to still not understand what 'god' is. Mere power is meaningless before the rules. This is the stripping away of elements, the crushing of dimensions."

"No carbon-based life form can survive in this infernal furnace."

however.

The next second, the laughter of all the Western gods abruptly stopped, as if someone had grabbed their necks.

In the middle of the sea of ​​fire.

The rolling lava not only failed to burn the drunkard to death, but actually made him... even more excited?

"Good...good wine!"

Wu Song was engulfed in flames, and his tattered gray robe had long since turned to ashes, revealing his muscular body that looked like it had been cast from steel.

His originally bronze skin turned bright red under the heat of the fire, and even shimmered with an eerie golden light.

He didn't take the temperature, which was enough to melt steel, seriously at all.

He was pressing down on the lion's head with one hand, while frantically grabbing for strong liquor in mid-air with the other, before falling backward.

Gumbling.

Strong liquor goes down your throat like a fire burning your heart.

First bowl, second bowl, third bowl!

The tenth bowl!

The twelfth bowl!

The fifteenth bowl!

Wu Song tilted his head back and drank. Before the wine even entered his stomach, it had already transformed into the purest energy, which flowed wildly through his limbs and bones.

With each bowl of wine he drank, his aura surged even higher.

His eyes, which had been somewhat dazed due to drunkenness, had completely changed. They were no longer the eyes of a drunkard; they were the eyes of a raging beast, a demon god born only for slaughter.

[Warning! The unit "Wu Song" has exceeded its stat limits!]

[The final stage of the skill "God of Wine - Three Bowls and You're Gone" - "Drunken Kill" mode activated!]

Until the eighteenth bowl of wine was spilled down his throat.

Wu Song casually smashed the large bowl in his hand.

Clap!

The crisp cracking sound could be clearly heard amidst the raging sea of ​​fire.

"Refreshing!"

Wu Song let out a smoldering hiccup, looked down at the giant lion beneath him that was still struggling and breathing fire, and grinned in a ferocious way.

"You beast, you're so considerate."

"Knowing that Grandpa had drunk too much and felt cold, you specially lit a fire to warm him up?"

To keep warm?

Audiences around the world were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

This is divine fire that can even burn through space itself, and you're using it as a heater?

"only……"

Wu Song abruptly changed his tone, his previously somewhat teasing manner instantly turning icy, and a murderous aura, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, erupted from his crimson eyes.

"Grandpa's drunkenness is kicking in, and his hands and feet are a bit unresponsive."

"I'll borrow your brain to sober up Grandpa!"

Before he could finish speaking...

Wu Song exerted force with both legs, like an iron clamp, firmly gripping the lion's broad back. No matter how the lion rolled, roared, or spewed lava, he remained unmoved.

He didn't use any fancy moves.

It's the simplest thing—pressing your head down!

The calloused hand gripped the lion's upper and lower jaws, which were still breathing fire, and forcefully closed them.

"Ooh—!!" The giant lion's eyes widened in terror, and the lava in its mouth was forced back, scalding its throat until it was steaming.

Followed by.

Wu Song raised his right arm high, his muscles bulging like mountains, his veins bulging like an angry dragon.

This punch contained all the murderous intent of the Liangshan heroes, and the arrogance of the Chinese people who had "disrespected gods and demons" for thousands of years.

"Hey!!"

boom--!

The first punch landed hard on the giant lion's chin.

With a sickening cracking sound, the supposedly indestructible jawbone of the divine beast shattered instantly. Several blood-stained fangs flew out, like daggers stuck in the arena.

The giant lion roared in despair, and its proud flames began to extinguish in the face of this absolute violence.

But this is only the beginning.

Wu Song gave it no chance to breathe, and using the force of the recoil, he swung his left arm like a whip and swung it around again.

"Is this what they call a Western mythical beast?"

boom!

The second punch struck straight at the heart of the matter, landing with pinpoint accuracy on the giant lion's left eye.

puff!

The eyeball burst.

The force of the punch penetrated through his body, shattering the still-burning core of the divine fire into dust. Dark golden divine blood, mixed with brain matter and magma, gushed from his eye sockets, splattering all over Wu Song's face.

He didn't wipe it.

Instead, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression becoming increasingly crazed, like a demon crawling out of hell.

"So fragile! Absolutely too fragile!"

"With such meager skills, you dare to act like a king in front of Grandpa?!"

At this point, the Nemean Lion was completely paralyzed.

Its consciousness was blurred, its core was shattered, and its once invincible divine power had long been shattered, leaving only the twitching of biological instinct.

Above the clouds.

Those Western gods who had initially intended to watch the spectacle were now utterly devastated, their silence deathly still.

We lost?

We've already lost?

Even the main gods on Mount Olympus were now ashen-faced. Their prized rules, defenses, and magic were as fragile as paper before this Eastern madman.