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

Alaya looked at the Shenxia coast before her, her eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage.

He was so angry that he was trembling all over, and his teeth were grinding together.

They originally thought it would be an easy massacre, an obstacle to be cleared away while they were trying to seize Gu Xu, who possessed the "aura of a king".

As a result, they haven't even seen a shadow of their target, and they've already lost nearly half of their top combat power.

How is he supposed to explain this to the emperor when he gets back?

If he fails to obtain the key that unlocks the Abyss Ruins, his failure will surely result in execution.

"Damn humans! Damn reptiles!"

Alaya suddenly raised its head and let out a piercing roar.

The sound pierced through the clouds, causing the seawater below to surge upwards.

He directed all his anger and frustration at the remaining Shenxia people before him.

He believed that if he killed everyone on this continent and dug three feet into the ground, he would find the person named Gu Xu.

Alaya suddenly lowered its head, and one intact arm pointed straight forward.

"All warriors of the Forbidden Water Clan, heed my command!"

His voice, transmitted directly to the minds of every sea beast through his mental power, cried out: "Crush this land! Slaughter every creature you see before you! Leave no one alive!"

This is a pure order to exterminate the entire race.

At Alaya's command, the entire sea surface erupted into chaos.

The hundreds of millions of the Forbidden Water Clan received the order and instantly unleashed a deafening roar.

They don't care about formations at all; they rely entirely on their numerical advantage.

It surged toward the coastline like a mudslide.

The seawater was pushed forward by their massive bodies, forming a black tsunami tens of meters high.

The first to rush ashore were a group of agile multi-legged sea monsters.

They have sharp, sickle-like claws, and as soon as they step onto the ruins of the breakwater, they begin to frantically destroy everything in their sight.

The heavily armored behemoth followed closely behind, its thick hooves pounding on the concrete ground.

They trampled the hard road surface to pieces.

The seven or eight ninth-tier saints who had just emerged from the crack also unleashed their domain abilities. A highly corrosive black rain began to fall from the sky, and sharp ice spikes sprouted from the ground.

The entire East China Sea defense line is facing a truly catastrophic disaster at this moment.

Ji Wenzhou stood on top of the armored vehicle, watching everything that was happening before his eyes.

A black tsunami obscured the view, the pressure of the demigods was suffocating, and the attacks of the saints were like natural disasters.

He knew very well that Sherlock was about to face a great calamity.

Without Ye Nantian, and without those sacrificed legion commanders, there isn't even a single ninth-tier peak-level warrior standing up on the defense line.

Even if their current forces were increased tenfold, they still wouldn't be able to withstand an attack of this scale.

Reason told him that the wisest thing to do now was to retreat immediately.

Lead the remaining people and run inland, as far as you can, hoping that as many as you can survive.

But he turned around and glanced at the road behind him.

That's the highway leading inland.

The highway was packed with people.

There were women carrying children on their backs and elderly people supporting each other.

Those were hundreds of thousands of ordinary people who hadn't had time to evacuate.

The evacuation is too slow. Once these soldiers escape, hundreds of thousands of unarmed civilians will be directly exposed to the slaughter of the sea monsters.

Ji Wenzhou closed his eyes.

Many images flashed through his mind.

There was the image of Zhou Yi, the Sword Saint of Pinghai, being carried off the battlefield covered in blood; there was the pale face of Chief of Staff Su Qiong when she was infected by the Abyss Corpse Poison; there was the resolute act of that tough guy named Zhao Yuanlong who blew himself into pieces to protect the command post.

They didn't back down.

The battle flag of the God-Slaying Army is still planted on the ruins, though only half of it remains, it is still fluttering in the wind.

Ji Wenzhou suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes devoid of fear and confusion.

All that remained was a deathly stillness.

As a soldier, he could not retreat.

This is discipline ingrained in their bones, and it is also the oath they took when they put on this uniform.

If even they are afraid of death and run away, then this country truly has no hope.

He jumped off the roof of the car with swift movements.

He ripped off the bandage wrapped around his left arm and tossed it carelessly to the ground.

The wound reopened, and blood flowed down his arm to his fingertips, but he didn't even glance at it.

He bent down, picked up a war knife with a curled blade from the ground, and wiped it on his clothes.

Ji Wenzhou turned around and faced the remaining warriors of the God-Slaying Army on the battlefield.

Thousands of people, thousands of eyes, were all watching him.

These soldiers were all wounded; some were blind, some had lost a hand, and they were only kept from collapsing by sheer willpower.

"Brothers."

Ji Wenzhou picked up the megaphone, his voice hoarse: "You've all seen what's happening behind the scenes. The civilians haven't all left yet."

He did not deliver a lengthy speech, nor did he utter any inspiring slogans.

At this point, no amount of grand pronouncements will help.

He pointed to the overwhelming torrent of sea creatures that was pressing down from the sky.

"These beasts want our lives, they want the lives of our families."

Ji Wenzhou raised his battle sword, the tip pointing straight ahead: "The old commander and the others have already gone ahead. We can't let them laugh at us from below."

He took a deep breath and mobilized all the remaining primal power within his body.

A dazzling light shone from him.

That is the mark of a quasi-saint powerhouse burning their life force.

"Since there's no way to retreat, then let's leave our lives here!"

Ji Wenzhou released the megaphone and shouted out a sentence with all his might:

"All Godslayers, listen to my command! Charge!"

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's response, he took the lead, picked up his knife, and charged towards the sea monster tide that was taller than a mountain.

His figure appeared so small in the face of that black torrent, yet his speed did not slow down in the slightest.

A brief silence.

With a clang, a soldier threw away his cane and pulled a military dagger from his waist.

"Kill these bastards!"

He roared and stumbled forward.

"Slay the Gods, fight to the death!"

A company commander, his face covered in soot, raised his shield and strode after him.

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death!"

The roars echoed across the battlefield.

Not a single person turned and ran away; not a single person chose to retreat.

Thousands of wounded soldiers ignited the professional instincts within them. Various lights shone on the ruins, like stars in the night sky.

They knew that charging in meant certain death.

They knew that their power was utterly incapable of stopping the demigod's advance.

But they still went ahead and rushed in.

The armored vehicle driver floored the accelerator, driving the smoking vehicle into the behemoth.

The mage exhausted his last bit of spiritual energy, condensing it into fireballs that hurtled into the sky.

Even a soldier with only one leg would drag himself forward on the ground, just to get a little closer to the enemy.

This was a truly ravaged army, but at this moment, the momentum they unleashed suppressed the stench blowing from the sea.

Ji Wenzhou ran in the lead, his blade slicing through the air. He listened to the thunderous footsteps behind him, and a somewhat awkward smile appeared on his face.

The backbone of Sherlock is not broken yet.

Two torrents: one is the remnant human army that has abandoned everything for survival and protection; the other is the alien army with a destructive will.

On the devastated coastline of the East China Sea, they collided without any fanfare.

Blood once again stained this heavy land.