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

Clearly, he saw a familiar term: the Giant Spirit Dimension.

If he remembered correctly, the core material for Zhao Yuanlong, the deputy legion commander, to advance to the Berserker God of War was the Titan's Heart from the Giant Spirit Plane.

"I wonder if this boss will drop this material?"

"If it can be obtained, we can give it to Brother Zhao to take back, and he can advance to the Saint realm, right?"

While Gu Xu was lost in thought, Singh and his team arrived on the south bank of the lake.

"What a perfect creation..."

Singh gazed at the giant moon-gazing spirit, a hint of fascination flashing in his eyes. "Pure, flawless... It's a pity that its very existence is a mistake."

"Because it occupied a place it shouldn't have."

Singh slowly walked to the lakeside, not in a hurry to attack the monster.

Instead, he turned around and looked towards the north shore of the lake, into the depths of that dense jungle.

"Come forth, friend from the East."

Singh's voice wasn't loud, but through some kind of rhythmic vibration, it clearly resonated throughout the entire lake region: "Now that you're here, why hide?"

"hide?"

Meanwhile, on the other side, Gu Xu, who was about to make a move against the BOSS, was stunned.

He then grinned and burst into laughter.

Good guy!

I've seen arrogant people before, but I've never seen anyone this arrogant.

"hehe!"

A sneer, accompanied by a sharp and piercing suona sound, suddenly rang out from the woods on the north bank.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!!"

The voice was shrill and high-pitched, carrying a chilling, eerie aura that instantly shattered the tranquil atmosphere of Wangyuechuan.

boom!

Large numbers of trees fell to either side.

A large, blood-red sedan chair, surrounded by 108 paper ghost figures, swaggered out.

The crimson aura, like tangible clouds, dyed half the lake a sinister blood color.

Gu Xu sat in the sedan chair, legs crossed, glancing sideways at Singh on the opposite bank: "Hey, Indian, which eye of yours saw me hiding?"

"I'm giving you time to say your last words, don't you have any manners?"

Singh's eye twitched slightly.

What he hates most is this kind of vulgar, noisy, and aesthetically unappealing stuff.

Especially that irritating suona sound.

It was practically raping his ears.

"Shenxia man, your words are far more powerful than your strength."

Singh took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his displeasure, and resumed his arrogant, charlatan-like demeanor: "This is a sacred place of purification. Your intrusion with these filthy undead creatures is blasphemy against Shiva."

"Stop giving me that nonsense."

Gu Xu chuckled instantly, then waved his hand impatiently: "I've got my eye on this BOSS. If you know what's good for you, get out of here and wait to die! You can't linger on for much longer!"

"Otherwise, you'll be reporting to your Shiva right now!"

"……hehe"

Upon hearing this, Singh was so angry that he laughed instead.

As a once-in-a-century mythical genius in South India, he was always surrounded by admirers wherever he went. When had he ever been shunned like a fly?

"very good."

Singh slowly raised his hands, his fingers interlacing in the air, forming a strange starting gesture.

"Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish."

"Let me show you what true...destruction is."

Om-!

As Singh moved, the surrounding space suddenly began to tremble.

An indescribable wave of terror emanated from him and spread wildly outwards.

Mythical-level talent – ​​[Dance of Shiva]!

Open!

Singh made a move.

His movements were not fast, even somewhat slow.

The left foot is raised, the toes lightly touching the air, and the right arm is stretched out, twisting like a serpent.

This is an extremely strange dance, full of primitiveness and wildness, yet carrying a suffocating sense of oppression.

As he danced, the grass beneath his feet vanished instantly.

It didn't wither; it simply turned into nothingness.

Next comes the lake.

The once calm, silvery lake surface seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand, revealing the dried-up lakebed.

The scope of this "erasure" is constantly expanding, and the speed is getting faster and faster.

Any free energy, light, or even sound in the air that enters the range of his dance moves will all be extinguished.

This is what makes the "Dancer of Annihilation" so terrifying.

Through specific dance steps, the destructive rules of the universe are triggered, reducing all matter to its most primitive particle state.

"Can you feel it? This is the rhythm of the end."

As Singh jumped, he approached the island in the middle of the lake, and at the same time, he moved closer to Gu Xu.

A blissful smile graced his face, as if he were immersed in his own world. "Under my dance steps, all things are equal, and all beings are empty."

As Singh made his move, the South Indian viewers watching the live stream were completely thrilled!

"Aaaaaaah!!! It's Lord Singh! He moved! He moved!!"

"Lord Singh is invincible! That boy from Shenxia is absolutely doomed!"

"Our South Indian warriors are the strongest; the Divine Sheikhs have never triumphed over us, and they certainly won't win this time either!"

"Hahahaha, Divine Xia is currently under attack from two major alien races! Now, this young man is also going to die in the Silver Moon Realm. Divine Xia is finished!"

It is clear to the naked eye that the entire South India is completely immersed in a kind of self-confidence.

They seemed to already see Gu Xu being killed by their own genius.

The Sheikhs were wiped out by the combined attack of two alien races, and their South Indian Kingdom unified the entire continent.

……

In the Silver Moon Realm, as they watched the ever-approaching destructive domain, Lei Zhen and the others' expressions changed.

"Boss! This...this skill is a bit weird!"

Lei Zhen could sense that that power was impossible to defend against.

Even with his Thor's body, if he were to be tainted by that kind of rule, he would probably lose a piece of flesh instantly.

"What's the panic?"

Gu Xu remained seated in the sedan chair, without even changing his posture.

He squinted as he watched Singh "dance" on the lake, as if he were watching a clown performance.

"Is this what they call the Dance of Destruction?"

Gu Xu suddenly spoke, his voice filled with undisguised sarcasm.

"I thought it was some kind of earth-shattering, amazing move, but it's just this?"

His voice pierced through the suona and clearly reached Singh's ears.

Singh paused slightly in his dance, a flash of anger crossing his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Ignorant mortal, you understand neither art nor rules."

"Art?"

Gu Xu couldn't help but laugh out loud, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You call that kind of cramping-like movement art?"

"You tripped over your own feet! Are you cerebellum underdeveloped and your brain completely underdeveloped? Or did you just escape from a mental hospital and forget to take your medication?"

"And that gesture, it looks like a chicken claw, are you trying to pick lice?"