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

The moment Gu Xu issued the command in his mind.

"Thump—!"

A heartbeat.

The sound broke the grand whisper of the fingers, shattering the tearing sound of space.

It wasn't loud, not as deafening as thunder, nor as ear-tearing as an explosion.

But it is dull and heavy, with an ancient and primal rhythm, as if someone had taken a heavy hammer wrapped in thick cotton cloth and struck the chest of this planet without warning.

It struck a chord in the hearts of everyone present.

"Thump—!!"

A second heartbeat suddenly rang out!

This time, the sound was no longer confined to the small flowerbed in the Silver Moon Realm.

This strange fluctuation completely ignored the barriers of space.

It spread out instantly through the gaps in the dimensions.

Outside, in the conference room of the God Building in the United States, the saints who were staring at the screen suddenly felt a chill.

Their expressions changed drastically, and a sense of dread from the depths of their blood made them almost lose their balance.

In the bustling streets of a European metropolis, countless noisy pedestrians, who were marching, suddenly stopped in their tracks, staring blankly and uncontrollably at the sky.

……

"Snap—!"

The tattered black robe Gu Xu was wearing was instantly reduced to dust by the terrifying, almost tangible, burst of energy, which then scattered in the wind.

Immediately afterwards, his back began to bulge in an incredible arc, and dark purple barbs burst out of his body.

His limbs began to elongate, and his skin turned a grayish color as if it had been eroded by millions of years.

It is covered with strange patterns and tiny, constantly blinking eyeballs.

It only took the blink of an eye.

The once pale-faced but still handsome young man from Shenxia was gone.

Suspended in mid-air was a humanoid monster exuding an aura of endless calamity, capable of utterly shattering one's sanity with just a glance.

His pair of fleshy wings, large enough to blot out the sun and moon, slowly unfolded behind him, their edges dangling with viscous black liquid. With each flap, the space around him, already distorted by the pressure of his withered fingers, was further distorted.

It will then be directly scratched with a jet-black crack.

Gu Xu, or rather, the current Lord of the Old Ones.

Exhale gently.

The breath he exhaled instantly transformed into a sky full of black mist, which directly met the high-dimensional finger and surged upwards!

Within the churning black mist, countless indescribable and terrifying creatures could be vaguely seen rising and falling.

They emitted teeth-grinding shrieks and whispers within the black fog.

That was a cheer from bygone days.

They are welcoming their master, who will return to the world in his old form!

……

Move the timeline slightly forward to the East China Sea!

In the center of the battlefield, which resembled a living hell, a dazzling golden light, almost blinding, shone like a maddened meteor.

They weaved back and forth between the four equally terrifying figures.

That man was none other than Ye Nantian, the military god of the Divine Xia Empire.

By this time, the old man's military uniform had long since been reduced to tattered strips.

It revealed the withered yet steel-like muscles beneath.

He has opened the death gate of "The Tragedy of the Martial God," and his whole being is like the last piece of coal thrown into a steel furnace, bursting out with the most sublime light of his life at the cost of overdrawing his soul and life essence.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar, like a muffled thunderclap.

Ye Nantian's fist, enveloped in dazzling golden light, made no fancy moves and slammed solidly into the chest of the Skeleton Lord.

"Snap—!"

With a sickening cracking sound, the Skeleton Lord's demigod-level skeletal chest, capable of withstanding nuclear bombs, was actually smashed by this punch, leaving a terrifying, visible dent!

Countless bone fragments flew backward like a torrential rain.

This demigod, who usually roamed the deep sea with an iron fist, was like someone who had been hit head-on by a high-speed train traveling at 300 kilometers per hour; his massive body was sent flying uncontrollably.

A long white shockwave was drawn out in mid-air.

"You old bastard, you're asking for it!"

From the side, the Sea Lord Alaya roared in fury.

He pressed his hands down sharply, instantly draining tens of thousands of tons of seawater from the surrounding area. The water transformed into two abyssal water blades, each a thousand meters long, which, with a piercing shriek that tore through space, slashed fiercely across Ye Nantian's back.

"What are you barking about, you dog! Take this punch!"

Ye Nantian didn't even turn his head. He retaliated with a violent elbow strike, smashing the two Abyss Water Blades to pieces.

The water droplets burst open, turning into a torrential downpour.

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

His smile was particularly ferocious.

But only he knew that his body was nearing its limit.

The Death Gate of "The Tragedy of the Martial God" is not some health supplement; it's a forbidden curse that literally burns your life.

Every time he throws a punch, every time he breathes, he feels as if his internal organs are being cut back and forth by thousands of dull knives at the same time, and the pain is so intense that he wishes he could blow his own skull off.

"This is fucking exhausting..."

Ye Nantian silently complained to himself.

Four hundred years ago, they risked their lives for this land; four hundred years later, they were dug out of their coffins and have to continue fighting to the death with these seafood.

This military god's life is even more miserable than that of the donkeys in the production team.

Despite his complaints, the murderous intent in his eyes did not diminish at all. On the contrary, as his life was about to come to an end, an extremely resolute determination ignited within him.

Even if I crush my bones to dust today, I'll drag you four bastards down to hell with me!

Ye Nantian took a deep breath, and the last bit of life essence remaining in his body began to compress wildly. He prepared to self-destruct, giving these four demigod seafoods an unforgettable spectacle.

On the other side, Alaya and the Skeleton Lord, along with three other demigods of the Forbidden Water Clan, were forced back.

His face was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

Alaya felt so frustrated, as if she had swallowed a hundred dead flies.

They are demigods!

They stand at the very top of the pyramid of this world!

It was supposed to be a cat-and-mouse game with four against one, but it turned out that the old man was a crazy dog ​​with no regard for his life!

They completely abandoned defense, and every move they made was aimed at mutual destruction.

"This old man is dying!"

The Skeleton Lord clutched his leaky chest, his jaw clattering, his mental energy rapidly circulating among the four demigods: "His life force is exhausted, don't engage him head-on! Scatter!"

"If he can just hold out for those last few dozen seconds, he'll die!"

Alaya gritted her teeth and retreated rapidly.

Indeed, there's no need to exchange your life for that of a dying person.

Once this old madman dies, the entire East China Sea defense line of Shenxia will be like a turtle that has shed its shell, completely at their mercy.

Just as Ye Nantian was resigned to his fate and prepared for one last charge.

Meanwhile, the four demigods stood ready, prepared to begin their underhanded tactics.

Sudden.

"Thump—!"

It was an extremely dull, heavy sound, so unlike anything that could be produced in the real world.

It exploded in the depths of everyone's souls without any warning!

At that moment, the air in the entire East China Sea battlefield seemed to freeze.