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

"Old Ou!!"

Zhang Yue, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion standing nearby, roared as his eyes widened in fury.

The heavy Xuanwu shield in his hand slammed down with tremendous force, smashing the water-forbidden marshal in front of him, causing his brains to splatter and half of his head to sink into his chest cavity.

But it all seems to be too late.

"Don't... don't worry about me..."

Blood and foam kept gushing from Ouyang Shan's mouth, and his face turned ashen and deathly gray at a visible speed.

That is a sign that vitality has completely disappeared.

The poison on that spear was so potent that it had completely destroyed his life.

He struggled to lift his head, a ferocious and crazed smile spreading across his face:

"Cough cough... This time, I killed two level-nine seafood... and even made a profit... that's enough to break even..."

His voice grew weaker and weaker, but the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter—a final burst of life before death.

"burst!!"

With a final roar, all the remaining power within Ouyang Shan's body, along with his Saintly Origin, was released.

It exploded instantly at that moment.

boom--!!!

Another enormous, blood-red mushroom cloud rose on the flank of the battlefield.

A terrifying shockwave from the explosion swept around.

Ouyang Shan, commander of the Taotie Legion, has fallen!

But his final self-destruction also took away the Water Forbidden Marshal who was holding a long spear, and the violent energy storm blew off the legs of another marshal who tried to approach.

"Old Ou—!!!"

A furious roar of grief echoed through the sky, and Zhang Yue's tiger-like eyes were filled with tears.

But the sound was quickly drowned out by even more intense explosions and shouts of killing.

This is a war of races.

There was no pity, no surrender, and no time for grief.

Even with all the reinforcements from the Divine Sherlock, blood was still flowing and people were still sacrificing themselves every moment in this kind of meat grinder.

Blood stained Lu Xingchen's blue armor, and Li Qinghong's fiery cloak was torn into strips.

His back, covered in scars, was exposed.

Even the most ferocious Li Podi was panting heavily, with more than a dozen deep wounds on his body that exposed the bone.

Golden blood flowed down his trouser leg, pooling into a golden pool at his feet.

Meanwhile, the opposing aquatic tribe is also in a difficult situation.

Of the fifteen marshals who had initially appeared imposing, only six remained standing.

Nakda's eye was gouged out by Lu Xingchen's lightning.

Black blood streamed down his cheeks.

It makes it look like a monstrous demon crawling out of hell, ferocious and terrifying.

"Humans...you won't last much longer..."

Nakda gasped for breath, a mad glint in his single remaining eye: "This sea area has been completely sealed off by us, and the rules of the East China Sea are being assimilated by us..."

"Here, our power is limitless, while you... will only grow weaker!"

As it says.

As time went on, the surrounding space became increasingly viscous, and the oxygen in the air seemed to be drawn away, turning into a kind of suffocating deep-sea pressure.

That was not just physical pressure, but also rule-based suppression.

The movements of the saints of Shensha visibly slowed down.

Every swing of the weapon felt like struggling in a quagmire, the power of the skill was reduced by at least 30%, and the healing speed of the wounds was suppressed to the limit.

A wound that should have stopped bleeding in just a few seconds is now bleeding profusely.

With this shift in power, the Divine Xia faction, which initially held a slight advantage due to its inherent strength and bloodlust, was now in a precarious position.

They have once again found themselves mired in a fierce battle.

"Damn it! These beasts are polluting this plane with the essence of sainthood!"

Lu Xingchen's face was ashen. He could feel that the life force within him was being constantly eroded by a cold, sinister rule.

The feeling was like countless ants gnawing at his veins and bone marrow.

If this drags on, without the other side even lifting a finger, half of their group will likely die from exhaustion and remain here forever.

"Old Lu! Stop talking nonsense! Let's fight them!"

Li Qinghong's eyes were bloodshot, and the legendary flame spear in her hand had cracks in its body due to prolonged high-load operation.

Her hands were split open at the base of her thumbs, bleeding profusely, and she could barely hold the gun.

But the fighting spirit in her eyes grew even stronger, a resolute determination burning like a raging fire.

She took a sudden step forward, her fiery aura surging once more, her voice loud yet resolute: "The worst that can happen is death! Even if I die, I'll drag these ugly monsters down with me!!"

"Commander Li is right! Even if we die today, we'll take a piece of flesh from these bastards!"

"There are no cowards in Sherlock! Let's fucking kill them!"

Roars echoed across the scorched seabed, their sounds shaking the heavens!

Although everyone's face was etched with exhaustion.

Although their armor was already tattered and their exposed skin was covered with scorch marks corroded by the abyss's aura.

But the flames in the eyes of these saints, who stood at the pinnacle of human combat power, burned ever brighter.

Li Qinghong jerked her flaming spear, the tip slicing through the air and sending up a string of crackling sparks.

The phantom of the Vermilion Bird behind her was dim and even somewhat illusory and transparent.

But that unruly spirit that seemed to scorch the heavens and boil the seas remained undiminished.

"Come on! Weren't you being pretty arrogant just now? Why aren't you barking anymore?"

Li Podi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his golden Miao sword held horizontally in front of his chest.

The black blood stained the blade was slowly dripping down the blood groove.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained with blood, looking even more like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey than the sea monster opposite him.

However, faced with such high fighting spirit from the Sheikhs.

Nakda, standing opposite, showed no sign of panic.

The giant, upright-walking shark merely glanced around with its single eye before a mocking smile appeared on its lips.

"Commendable courage."

"Unfortunately, in this world, courage alone cannot fill an empty stomach, much less win a war."

It swam slowly forward for a distance, and black ripples spread across the void beneath its feet.

"Look at the state you've become."

Nakda extended a sharp claw and pointed at the shaky blue light screen above Lu Xingchen's head.

The once lush and verdant [Ten Thousand Trees Thunder Prison] now resembles a withered forest that has endured a long drought.

The thick vines began to wither and shrink in large areas, and the blue lightning that originally flowed among the branches and leaves became intermittent, as if it would be completely extinguished at any moment.

The air was filled with a suffocating, fishy stench.

That was a sign that the rules of the abyss were completely eroding this world.

Here, every breath feels like inhaling deadly poison.

Although the saints of Sheikha refused to admit defeat verbally, their physical reactions spoke volumes.