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

At this moment, the wounds of the saints of Shenxia no longer healed, and the flow of energy in their bodies became extremely sluggish. Even maintaining the most basic flight required three times the physical strength as usual.

This is a kind of torture, like being cut with a dull knife.

If I can't kill you, I'll wear you down.

"Your origins are being lost, your realm is collapsing."

Nakda opened his arms, making a gesture of embracing the world.

Behind it, the bottomless black water surged wildly, as if responding to its call, emitting a series of chilling cheers.

"And we..."

Before it could finish speaking, the small wounds on its body, caused by Li Podi's sword energy, were already visible.

It began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the tattered armor worn by many of the Water Forbidden Marshals began to wriggle and grow like living things, recovering in the blink of an eye, even becoming thicker and more ferocious than before.

"Here, the Abyss Emperor is with us."

"We are immortal."

These seemingly casual words weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone in Shenxia, ​​like a boulder.

An indescribable sense of powerlessness began to quietly spread in the air.

This feeling isn't because the opponent is particularly strong.

It's not because of this situation where they can't be killed no matter how hard they try, and they can't be defeated no matter how hard they fight.

Li Qinghong gritted her teeth.

She could feel the Vermilion Bird Divine Fire within her body being gradually suppressed by the surrounding cold, damp air, a feeling akin to trying to protect a match in a downpour.

"Shut the fuck up!"

Li Podi suddenly roared, breaking the deathly silence.

His eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and he raised the golden Miao sword high once more, its blade pointing directly at Nakda's repulsive shark face.

"Undying? I refuse to believe it!"

"Even if my life force dries up today, I'll still chop you up and feed you to the dogs! Killing a salted fish like you, one cut is enough!"

Even in this desperate situation, the commander of the White Tiger Legion remained incredibly arrogant.

Although the Geng metal aura on his body was not as dazzling as before, the extremely sharp killing intent seemed to pierce a hole in this turbid sky.

Nakda looked at Li Podi's desperate struggle and his mockery deepened.

"One cut?"

It chuckled, revealing a mouthful of white, interlocking fangs. The smile looked particularly eerie in the dim light: "Human, your confidence is truly blind."

"Unfortunately, I've never been your only opponent."

The moment he finished speaking, Nakda slowly raised his right hand and gently snapped his fingers at the shattered void behind him.

"Smack."

The crisp sound echoed across the battlefield.

"Come out, don't keep our guests waiting."

Snap! Snap!

As if to prove its point, the already crumbling sky collapsed completely at that moment.

It's not a crack.

It's not two separate paths.

Instead, more than twenty enormous void gates opened simultaneously above their heads!

The doors were not regular geometric shapes, but rather like wounds left by some kind of giant beast tearing through space, with jagged edges and constantly oozing black viscous fluid.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A powerful, profound, and nauseating aura, even stronger than that of Nakda, surged forth from those doors.

The entire spatial structure of the East China Sea plane resounded at this moment.

Then, in the suddenly contracted pupils of the saints of the Divine Summer.

Enormous, mountain-like figures slowly crossed the boundary.

The first to step out was a giant lobster beast covered in crimson armor.

It stood a hundred feet tall, its two enormous pincers resembling two moving mountains, each swing creating a hurricane. Its carapace was speckled with gold and shimmered with an eerie red light.

Following closely behind was a semi-transparent creature floating in the air.

It was a giant jellyfish, its body flowing not with blood, but with raging purple lightning.

Countless slender tentacles hung down onto the sea surface.

With a gentle sweep, it turns the hard rocks into dust.

And then...

There was a sea serpent king with nine heads, each spewing corrosive venom from its mouth.

There's the Demon Conch Lord, carrying a giant conch shell and emanating a hallucinogenic mist, and the Deep Sea Chariot, covered in sharp points and resembling a giant sea urchin...

One... two... ten... twenty...

In addition to the original six surviving marshals.

A total of thirty-two ninth-order saints!

At that moment, it was as if all the air in the entire sea area had been sucked out instantly.

The terrifying pressure converged, forming a visible energy storm that forcefully crushed Lu Xingchen's "Azure Dragon Domain," which he had been struggling to maintain, into pieces!

Click!

With a crisp crack, the thickest protective trees that Lu Xingchen had summoned snapped instantly under the terrifying pressure, turning into a shower of wood chips.

"How...how is this possible..."

Zhang Yue, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, who was known for his composure, was now trembling violently with his hand holding the giant shield.

His face was extremely pale.

The intelligence was wrong again!!!

Big mistake!

Where does the Forbidden Water Tribe have only a dozen or so marshals?

In total, there were forty saints!

What does this mean?

This is almost equivalent to the sum of the top frontline combat power of all legions in the Divine Xia Empire!

Moreover, the opponent held an absolute geographical advantage, possessed immortality, and was at their peak.

And what about Sherlock Holmes?

There were only twenty-eight people.

They were all wounded and their very essence was damaged; even the strongest legion commanders were at their last gasp.

How do we fight this battle?

"We've been lying low for a very long time in preparation for this day."

Nakda felt a perverse pleasure as he looked at the shocked, bewildered, and even somewhat dazed expressions on the faces of the Shensha people.

It enjoys this feeling.

The next moment, it stretched out its newborn arm, pointed to the scorched seabed beneath its feet, and then to the shattered Divine Sheikh defense line in the distance.

"From this day forward, there will be no more saints in the Divine Summer."

"This continent will become my people's pasture. And you... will become the first batch of the finest fodder."

Silence, a silence that has settled once again.

Apart from the deafening explosions as space shattered, the entire battlefield seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

No one speaks.

Even Li Podi's mouth, which was always cursing, was tightly shut at this moment.

The balance of power between the two sides instantly widened to a terrifying ratio.

Thirty-two against twenty-eight.

To anyone else, this seemed like a losing proposition.

"hehe……"

Just then, a low laugh abruptly broke the deathly silence.

In this environment, however, it sounds particularly jarring.