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

Oswald's two silver revolvers were spitting deadly flames.

It was a power of rules called "judgment," and wherever the bullet passed, space was easily torn apart like a thin sheet of paper.

It left behind streaks of pitch-black void.

Meanwhile, the attacks of the other three saints from the Beacon Kingdom were already underway beside him.

On the left is a fire archmage, and the flames he chants are not ordinary flames, but [Black Flame] originating from the hell dimension.

The black fireball was only the size of a fist, yet it compressed a temperature high enough to evaporate a lake.

Even the light was distorted around it.

On the right is a warrior wielding a giant hammer, who has now transformed into a bolt of lightning.

The giant hammer, carrying billions of volts of electricity, crashed down like divine punishment.

Directly behind them was an invisible and insidious mental curse, designed to strangle the soul.

The intention was to shatter Xuan Yuan Chen's consciousness before his physical body was destroyed.

Surrounded by enemies on all sides, with no chance of survival.

At the heart of this devastating energy storm, Xuan Yuanchen was like a lone boat adrift on a vast ocean.

It will be completely swallowed up in the next second.

The sea level is sinking.

Unable to withstand the terrifying pressure from above, the seawater within a ten-mile radius was forced into a huge depression, resembling a bottomless giant bowl.

Countless sea fish exploded and died under immense pressure, turning the seawater even more crimson with their blood.

"We must hold on..."

This was the last thought in Xuanyuan Chen's mind.

however.

Just a microsecond before the four attacks were about to touch Xuanyuan Chen.

Just as Oswald's sinister smile was about to reach its peak...

The soldiers of the Xuanyuan Legion underground watched this scene unfold, and countless Shenxia soldiers closed their eyes in despair.

I couldn't bear to watch the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

The world suddenly fell silent.

It wasn't the disappearance of sound, but rather the forced severing of something deeper.

The howling, violent sea wind suddenly stopped at that moment.

The giant wave, which rose a hundred meters high, remained suspended in mid-air in a bizarre manner, neither falling nor breaking apart.

It's like a still image from an oil painting.

Then, something chilling happened.

The judgment bullet, powerful enough to tear through space, stopped in front of Xuan Yuan Chen's brow.

It is still spinning at high speed, and the regular runes on it are still flashing.

But it just couldn't move forward even a millimeter.

Then, starting with the bullet, it disappeared into the air bit by bit, like a pencil drawing being erased by an eraser.

There was no explosion, no energy release, it was simply... gone.

at the same time.

That black fireball compressed to extreme heat, that raging purple lightning, and that invisible mental piercing.

All attacks, all rules, all energy.

At this moment, it was as if they had encountered some irresistible monarch, obediently lowered their heads, and then disintegrated and vanished into nothingness.

The world was utterly silent.

Only the suspended waves still testify to the fierce collision that occurred here just a moment ago.

"This...this is..."

Xuanyuan Chen was stunned.

He remained in the same stance, ready to strike with the stick, his muscles tense, but the scene before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

He even wondered if he was already dead, and if everything before him was just a revolving lantern of his death or an illusion.

If they didn't die, how could those attacks, enough to destroy half the war zone, have simply vanished into thin air?

It wasn't just him.

The four saints from the Beacon of Light on the other side were struck dumb.

"What's going on?!"

The fire archmage looked at his hands; the attack had drained nearly half of his magic power, and the feeling of weakness was real.

But why...didn't I hear a sound at all?

The lightning-type berserker's eyes practically popped out of their sockets as he maintained his hammer-swinging motion.

But I felt like I had been hit by a ball of cotton.

All the force was completely swallowed up.

At the highest point, Oswald's sinister smile had completely frozen, transforming into an unprecedented solemnity and horror.

As a knight of divine revelation, as a top-tier powerhouse who has touched the power of the rules.

His perception was far more acute than that of others.

In that instant, he did not feel any powerful defensive shield, nor did he feel any energy clash.

What he felt was "nothingness".

That is a void more terrifying than death.

It was as if time in that space had been forcibly erased, along with all the cause and effect that occurred during that time, which were completely negated.

"Who?!"

Oswald whirled around, raising his twin pistols once more, their muzzles trembling as they pointed at the core area where the attack had vanished.

"You're playing tricks! Get your ass out here!"

He roared hoarsely, trying to mask the fear that was growing wildly deep inside him.

The only response he received was the soft rustling of the wind flowing again.

call--

A gentle sea breeze swept by, stirring up a thin layer of mist on the sea surface.

As the thin mist slowly dissipated.

Everyone's pupils contracted violently at that moment.

In the center of what should have been leveled by the energy storm, right in front of Xuan Yuan Chen.

Suddenly, another figure appeared.

He was a young man who didn't look particularly tall.

He wore a tattered black robe, the style of which was very ancient, and it was covered with dried, dark brown bloodstains, as if he had just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

His large hood covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his features.

The only thing visible was his hands, bandaged and exposed outside his sleeves, and the blood-stained bandages wrapped around his slightly raised chin.

The bandages were so dense that they covered almost every inch of his skin.

Only a pair of deep, abyss-like eyes remained, appearing and disappearing in the shadows.

He just stood there quietly.

It did not release any pressure, nor did it reveal any aura.

Like a ghost with no presence, it suddenly barged into this battlefield where gods clashed.

But this somewhat slender figure stood like a mountain in front of Xuan Yuan Chen, blocking out all the murderous intent that filled the sky.

"you……"

As Xuan Yuan Chen looked at that figure from behind, for some reason, his heart suddenly clenched.

A look of bewilderment crossed his face!

He knew very well that he had never seen this person before.

As the commander of a legion under the Shenxia military, he knew almost all the powerful figures in Shenxia.

He even knew very well about the previous generation of Night Watchmen.

But the person in front of me exuded an aura that was so unfamiliar.