The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

With difficulty, Zhou Yi turned his head, his gaze passing over the scorched earth thousands of meters away, and looked at the last line of defense that had been stained red with blood.

That place is the barrier to the interior of Shensha.

By this time, the area had already become a hellish place.

The corpses of tens of thousands of warriors of the God-Slaying Army were piled up on the seabed, with severed limbs and broken arms everywhere. Blood flowed into rivers, forming shocking blood lakes in the low-lying areas.

Above the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, a fiery red figure hovered precariously in mid-air.

Su Qiong.

This usually dashing and decisive deputy commander of the Godslayer Army was now in a pitiful state that broke one's heart.

Her military uniform was already tattered and stained a dark blackish-red with blood. Her long hair was disheveled and stuck to her bloodless cheeks with sweat and blood.

Around her, the [Shura Domain] that once struck fear into the hearts of countless sea beasts was now like a piece of cracked glass, emitting a piercing "crackling" sound under the frenzied attack of three eighth-level quasi-saints of the Forbidden Water Clan.

Each impact, each burst of energy, caused Su Qiong to cough up a mouthful of blood.

Her life force was rapidly fading.

His mental energy had been exhausted to the limit, and even maintaining the posture of flying had become extremely difficult.

But she still didn't back down.

Even though her hands trembled so much that she could barely hold her sword, and even though her vision was blurred, she still stood firmly in front of that defensive line, like a nail driven into the national gate.

Because she knew.

Behind her were the lights of thousands of homes in Shenxia, ​​countless people, and children still waiting for their loved ones to return home.

Even more so... that young man who is fighting desperately for the future of his country in the Silver Moon Realm.

"Gu Xu..."

Su Qiong's consciousness was already somewhat blurred.

The dizziness caused by excessive blood loss was like a tidal wave constantly crashing against her nerves.

In a daze, she seemed to see again the boy sitting in the bridal sedan chair, smiling brightly, calling her "Sister Su".

That little guy who always creates miracles and always turns despair into hope.

"You must... come back alive..."

Su Qiong's lips curled up slightly, revealing a poignant smile.

Blood flowed down her lips and dripped onto the battle sword, which was already stained red.

"Your sister might not be able to throw you a victory celebration party..."

boom--!!!

In the instant Su Qiong was distracted, a Quasi-Saint of the Forbidden Water Clan, who had been lying in wait, seized the opportunity.

It was a colossal deep-sea octopus, its eight thick tentacles like battering rams, carrying destructive power as they slammed into Su Qiong's already shattered domain.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out on the battlefield.

The Asura Domain shattered completely.

The enormous tentacle, still brimming with force, slammed heavily onto Su Qiong's slender body.

puff!

Su Qiong coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard seabed below.

Dust flew everywhere, and rocks crumbled.

That once proud, fiery red figure now lies helplessly amidst the pile of rubble, its fate unknown.

"Su Qiong!!"

Seeing this scene.

Zhou Yi, who was already struggling to even stand up, suddenly let out an extremely fierce roar.

The voice was filled with anger, and... an overwhelming killing intent.

That was the mournful cry of a wild beast on its deathbed, and also the final roar of a swordsman.

"I want you all dead!!!"

boom!

A resolute and tragic aura suddenly erupted from Zhou Yi's battered body.

He is burning.

Burning away what little life they have left, burning away their soul forged through countless trials.

He burned his "sword heart," which he had cultivated for sixty years!

The broken sword, which had been dull and lifeless, suddenly burst forth with a light more dazzling than the sun.

That wasn't holy light; it was death light that destroyed everything!

That was the prelude to a ninth-tier saint abandoning reincarnation and everything else, just to drag the enemy down with him!

A terrifying energy fluctuation emanated from Zhou Yi and spread wildly outwards, causing the surrounding space to collapse instantly and transform into countless dark void turbulence.

"Madmen! These humans are all madmen!"

Marshal Nakda, the shark in mid-air, suddenly changed his expression. His arrogant and mocking demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by deep apprehension.

"He's trying to self-destruct! Retreat!!"

Nakda roared, his massive body transforming into a streak of black light as he desperately retreated backward.

The other dozen or so marshals also looked horrified and unleashed their strongest defensive measures, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

The self-destruction of a peak ninth-tier sword saint is powerful enough to destroy all living things within a radius of a thousand miles!

Even for these tough, deep-sea predators, being at the epicenter of an explosion would mean certain death!

"Trying to run away?"

"Too late!"

Zhou Yi was bleeding from all seven orifices, and his body began to crumble inch by inch, turning into pure energy particles that merged into the broken sword.

There was no fear on his face, only a sense of relief and joy.

Zhao Yuanlong is gone.

Zhang Xingyao and Gu Liuchen's fate remains unknown!

Su Qiong also collapsed.

The God-Slaying Army was almost wiped out.

How can he, as a legion commander, still have the face to live on alone?

Since we can't hold this line of defense, let's use this life to buy one last second for our compatriots behind us!

Even if it means death, I'll break all your teeth!

"Sherlock...forever!!"

Zhou Yi roared, unleashing a sword strike that encapsulated his life's cultivation, his very essence, his very soul.

After this sword strike, the world will never again see the Sword Saint of Pinghai.

There is only a tragic legend, only an unfinished elegy.

However, at this critical moment...

Just as Zhou Yi's life force was about to burn out completely, just as the destructive sword light was about to engulf everything, in that very second...

A voice, seemingly from the heavens above, carrying boundless majesty and domineering power, rang out.

Suddenly, it exploded in this shattered world.

"Zhou Yi! Stop it right now!!"

"Your life belongs to the country! The country hasn't approved your death, but if you dare to die, I'll beat you to death!"

Rumble—!!!

This was accompanied by an extremely domineering roar.

The sky, which was originally shrouded in the aura of the Forbidden Water Clan and was dark and oppressive, was suddenly torn open by a terrifying force, creating a huge gash.

That was no ordinary spatial rift.

That's because someone used absolute violence to directly break through the dimensional barrier!

Followed by.

A dazzling, indescribable beam of azure light, like divine punishment, struck Zhou Yi directly.

The violent self-destruction energy was instantly suppressed in front of this cyan pillar of light, as if it had encountered its natural enemy!

Not only that.

The beam of light contained an extremely rich life force, which was frantically repairing Zhou Yi's battered body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The ruptured skin healed, the broken bones were instantly reconnected, and even the soul essence that had been half burned was restored.

It was also forcibly stabilized by a gentle yet domineering force.