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

Ye Nantian's undisguised demigod aura naturally did not escape the notice of the great powers who were constantly monitoring the situation in Divine Xia.

The beacon of light, God's mansion.

As Adam watched the energy index soar on the screen, a relieved smile appeared on his previously tense face.

"Finally...did they force it out?"

He smiled slightly, a look of delight on his face: "The foundation of the Divine Xia is indeed well-deserved. This level of energy fluctuation, even from halfway around the world, can make one's heart tremble."

"but……"

Adam shook his head, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in his eyes: "A trump card is called a trump card because it's hidden."

"Once it's lifted, it's the last stand."

"Ye Nantian? If I remember correctly, he was a figure from four hundred years ago, right? He's only managed to survive by faking his death. How much of his strength can he possibly unleash?"

……

The Federation of Europa, St. Peter's Basilica.

Pope Gregory, holding a scepter, stands before a massive cross.

"Lord, the heresy in the East is burning its last breath."

His voice was old yet devout: "This is the Lord's will, that heresy perish in destruction. Send the order to the Knights Templar: there is no need to rush into attack; simply exert pressure from across the ocean."

"A dying lion is the most dangerous. We just need to wait until it bleeds its last drop of blood before we can harvest its fur."

……

Takamagahara, the land of cherry blossoms.

Furukawa Yamamoto knelt on the tatami mat, wiping the demon sword in his hand.

"The Sheikhs are getting anxious."

"That old monster is strong, but how long can he live? A day? Or an hour?"

Furukawa Yamamoto sneered, sheathing his sword: "After he dies, Divine Summer will have no more barriers. That will be the moment when my Great Sakura Empire regains its glory!"

The world's powerful are watching and scheming.

In their view, Ye Nantian's birth was the death knell for the decline of the Divine Xia Dynasty.

……

Within the territory of Shenxia.

The torrential rain continued to fall, but the oppressive, suffocating atmosphere of despair was abruptly torn open by the appearance of that golden pillar of light.

On the highway leading to the East China Sea.

Troop transport convoys, fully loaded with soldiers and heavy equipment, sped through the rain.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somber.

The young soldiers hugged their equipment and huddled together.

Most of them were only in their early twenties, and some were even new recruits.

They knew where they were going.

East China Sea.

That place known as the "meat grinder".

Just now, they received the latest battle report.

The East China Sea defense line is about to collapse, and countless sea monsters are landing.

It's highly likely they won't be coming back this time.

"Squad leader...will we die?"

A young warrior-turned-class user asked, his voice trembling slightly.

The old sergeant wiped his axe, remained silent for a long time, and then said in a low voice, "What are you afraid of? For a soldier, dying on the battlefield is an honor."

Although he said that, his fingers holding the axe turned somewhat white.

Who is not afraid of death?

Who doesn't have parents, a wife, and children?

But for the sake of their families, they had no choice.

Just then.

boom--!!!

A golden streak of light, like dawn breaking through the darkness, accompanied by rolling thunder, swept across the convoy.

The light was so dazzling that it turned the pitch-black rainy night into daytime.

That overwhelming and magnificent aura sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"What is that?!"

Was it a shooting star?

"No! That's a person! I saw it! It's a person!!"

A sharp-eyed soldier peered out the window and shouted excitedly.

Although their faces were obscured, their indomitable spirit and unwavering determination, like a shot of adrenaline, instantly penetrated the depths of everyone's soul.

"It's our ancestor! It's our Divine Xia's ancestor who has made a move!!"

I don't know who shouted it.

The once deathly silent carriage instantly erupted in excitement.

"I knew it! The country wouldn't abandon us!"

"Even our ancestors risked their lives, what reason do we have to be afraid of death?!"

"Kill them!! Dry those seafood!!"

Morale underwent a qualitative change at that moment.

The original tragic spirit of "going to one's death" has turned into a fanatical desire for "revenge".

That golden light was like a flag.

As long as the flag remains, the backbone of Shetland will never break!

……

East China Sea Plane.

The battle here has reached its final moment.

tragic.

The only word to describe it is "horrific".

More than half of the saints of Sheikha have fallen.

The flaming spear in Li Qinghong's hand broke in two. She was surrounded by three marshals who forbade water, and the Vermilion Bird wings on her back were torn off, leaving her covered in blood.

Li Podi has lost one arm, but he still wields his Miao sword with one hand.

He charged through the enemy ranks like a madman.

Even with more than a dozen holes piercing his body, he refused to fall.

Zhang Yue, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, had his giant shield, which was said to provide absolute defense, shattered into scrap metal. He used his body to shield his comrades, and was cut into a bloody mess by countless water blades.

And Lu Xingchen is the backbone.

At this moment, their plight was even more tragic.

He faced the combined attack of Nakda and five other peak ninth-tier marshals all by himself.

His Azure Dragon armor had long since shattered, revealing his cracked body underneath.

That was a sign that the saint's essence was about to be exhausted and his body was about to collapse.

"It's over, humanity."

Nakda hovered in mid-air, looking down at his opponent who was already at his last gasp.

Its eyes were filled with lingering fear!

These guys are terrifying, they're too strong.

Even on their home turf.

They have a numerical advantage.

These saints of the Divine Sheikh were even able to exchange one for one.

Even one can be exchanged for many!

Your insistence is meaningless.

"Your comrades are almost all dead, and your country is about to perish. Now, it's your turn."

Nakda slowly raised his enormous hand, which shimmered with abyssal black light.

It manipulated the surrounding spatial rules, transforming them into an invisible giant hand capable of crushing mountains, which slammed down fiercely towards Lu Xingchen.

This attack was unavoidable.

This attack will surely kill him.

Lu Xingchen struggled to lift his head.

His vision was blurred; blood had blurred his eyes.

He wanted to dodge, but his body wouldn't obey him.

He wanted to fight back, but the magic within him had long since dried up.

"Is it really... coming to an end?"

A bitter smile appeared on Lu Xingchen's lips.

He is not afraid of death.

He was just unwilling to accept it.

I am unwilling to fall like this, unwilling to watch these beasts tread on the land of Shenxia.

"Sherlock will live forever!"

Lu Xingchen slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the final darkness to descend.

However, a second passed.

Two seconds passed.

The expected excruciating pain did not come.

Even the cacophony of fighting, explosions, and waves around me vanished in that instant.

The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.