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

Zhong Kui's stroke of cinnabar finally fell.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any spectacular explosion. This stroke in the void was like a silver needle dropped by an old Chinese medicine doctor, piercing the veins of cause and effect with precision and ruthlessness.

"Smack."

A crisp sound came from the chest of the high and mighty figure on the throne in the clouds.

The golden divine blood no longer flowed slowly, but gushed out like a high-pressure water jet, staining his pure white robes crimson. Zeus's fingers, which had been gripping his scepter, began to stiffen, and fine lines, like cracked porcelain, appeared on his skin.

This caused an uproar in the global live stream.

On Longxia's side, the barrage of comments was deafening, with drums and firecrackers exploding, making it even more lively than the Lunar New Year.

"The judge is awesome! That's what you call being exactly what you're good at!"

"Hahahaha, God King? I think he'll die from kidney failure! One more stroke and he'll be skinned alive, if not dead!"

"What Olympus? That's just the demolition reserve force of our underworld!"

In contrast, the West was completely silent. Fanatical believers knelt on the ground, their foreheads bleeding from kowtowing, muttering incoherent scriptures, trying to mend the broken divine status of the God-King with their meager faith.

However, amidst the clamor and excitement, Su Yun sat alone in a corner of the command hall, his brows furrowed.

The flickering light on the screen reflected a hint of doubt deep in his eyes. He stared at the crumbling Zeus on the screen, his fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

Not right.

Everything went too smoothly.

This is the king of gods who has ruled Western mythology for countless years. Even if he is suppressed by the rules, even if he is fighting on the sidelines, he should not be as fragile as a piece of trash and be killed with a single stroke.

Even a cornered beast will fight back, and will still try to devour its prey. How could a being of Zeus's stature not even offer a final counterattack?

Just as alarm bells rang in Su Yun's mind, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.

Zeus, who had been writhing in pain and whose body was crumbling, suddenly stopped struggling. He raised his head, and instead of fear, a mocking smile, full of human nature, appeared on his cracked face.

He looked at Zhong Kui, who was about to drag him to the brink of death, but his gaze seemed to penetrate the screen, staring straight at Su Yun in the command room.

"Wonderful."

Zeus spoke:

"The player in the East, your methods are indeed ruthless. Suppressing with rules and reducing administrative power—this combination of punches caught me somewhat off guard."

His body began to weather away rapidly, his legs turning into golden dust that drifted in the air. Yet he remained seated steadily.

"However, haven't you forgotten something?"

Su Yun's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition instantly surged into her mind.

Zeus curled his lips into a smile, which looked particularly sinister against his ravaged face.

"This is the arena. It's a place for performances."

"Since it's a performance, people need to buy tickets, it needs to generate buzz, it needs... energy."

Before he could finish speaking, his already shattered body suddenly exploded.

There was no flying blood and flesh, only a sky full of lightning.

But the lightning didn't attack anyone, nor did it harm the ghost soldiers of the underworld. It transformed into the purest energy particles, frantically drilling into the void below the arena.

At the same time, the aura of the Nemean Lion that had died earlier, and even the lingering aura of Thanatos, the god of death who had been mostly swallowed by Zhong Kui, resonated at this moment.

The entire arena is not a single fighting ring.

It is a huge, greedy altar.

It devoured all the divine power fluctuations and the fear and fervor of the audience from the previous battles, and then transformed them into—a key.

A key to unlock the barriers of reality.

Su Yun suddenly stood up: "This is a clone?!"

Before anyone could react, a piercing alarm blared throughout the command center.

"Warning! Global energy index has exceeded the limit!"

"Mythical Projection detected undergoing mass materialization!"

"Coordinates locked... Northern Europe, South Asia, North Africa... and... how is this possible?!"

Qin Shuangyue's fingers left afterimages on the keyboard, but the red warning box on the screen popped up even faster than she did. The mythical landmark, which had originally been just a phantom, was now frantically transforming its data from an "energy state" to a "matter state."

Su Yun suddenly looked up at the big screen.

Nordic direction.

The World Tree, which had previously been merely an illusory image shrouded in the aurora borealis, now emitted a teeth-grinding, creaking sound. It was no longer an illusion of light and shadow, but a real, massive tree weighing tens of thousands of tons growing. Its roots, as thick as dragons, instantly pierced through the permafrost, carrying the earthy stench of soil, and lifted a Norwegian coastal city into the air.

Skyscrapers are as fragile as Lego bricks before these terrifying tree roots, collapsing and crumbling instantly into ruins. The canopy blocks out the sun, casting a real shadow over the entire peninsula, and howling winds bring the frigid chill of the ancient Ice Age.

Egypt direction.

The smooth, mirror-like surface of the pyramid cracked. Boiling mercury mixed with an unknown black liquid gushed down from the pyramid's apex like blood, corroding everything around it. The Anubis jackal army, which had previously only been seen in mirages, now trod heavily on the scorching sand, their feet emitting a dull, solid sound.

They raised their scimitars, the blades reflecting a bloodthirsty, cold light under the blazing sun—real metal, deadly weapons capable of easily slicing through steel and reaping heads, no longer ghostly apparitions that would vanish at the slightest touch.

"They're forcibly descending!" Zhang Daoxuan realized as well. "They used the arena's energy to break through the final barrier!"

"wrong!"

Long Yi, who had been staring at the tactical map, suddenly spoke up: "If it's just about forcing a landing, why go to such lengths to create this so-called arena?"

unless……

Unless they can't get in through a frontal assault, they need an opening.

Countless clues flashed through Su Yun's mind, ultimately converging into a terrifying conjecture: The Great Wall of National Fortune remains steadfast; a direct, forceful invasion, though impressive in scale, will inevitably provoke a counterattack from Long Xia.

They need a "backdoor".

A "back door" that can bypass the Great Wall of Dragon Xia's national destiny and directly penetrate into its heartland.

Su Yun's pupils contracted, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the western part of Longxia, at the Kunlun Mountains, known as the ancestor of all mountains, where the phantom of Mount Buzhou stood!