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

"It can be done."

At that moment, Gu Xu's hands trembled slightly: "It can definitely work!"

He had never used this ability before, nor did he know the specific conditions for its release.

They had no idea how to rewind a battlefield or a person's time to a few hours earlier.

What price will be paid?

However, the panel clearly states that the price is permanent attribute deduction or mental energy overdraft, but since a price can be paid, it proves that all of this can be reversed.

"Hehehe..."

Thinking of this, Gu Xu laughed, a cold and crazy laugh.

cost?

Gu Xu is least afraid of paying the price right now.

Deducting attributes?

He was wearing an old mask given to him by Old Master Wang Cang, which added 4,000 to all his attributes.

He had just emerged from the secret realm, his level skyrocketing to forty-five, and he had also gained an extremely large increase in attributes.

His current attributes and foundation are unparalleled across the entire planet Earth.

There is simply no one else in the same rank who can rival him.

Mental exhaustion?

Then you'll overdraw your savings until you die.

As long as he retains his old heart, as long as he has a breath left, he will not die.

He was willing to pay any price to save Commander Zhou, Su Qiong, and Jiang Shu from the clutches of death.

If God dares to stand in his way, he'll chop God down with him.

The next goal has been determined.

The emptiness, sadness, and loss in Gu Xu's eyes were gradually replaced by rationality.

This is a characteristic unique to the Old Ones.

The crazier you are, the more sober you become.

He needed to rush to the East China Sea; he needed to reach that battlefield as quickly as possible.

Since that great battle had just ended, the corpses and souls should still remain there, and the traces of space should not have completely disappeared.

If you can make it in time, the success rate of time travel will be higher.

"Faster!"

Gu Xu shouted in a deep voice at the hundred ghosts outside.

The Styx Ghost Carriage emitted an extremely piercing suona sound once again, pushing its speed across the void to its limit.

The red sedan chair flickered and leaped in the shadows.

Each time it appears, it is tens of kilometers away.

In just over ten minutes, Gu Xu arrived in Donghai Province.

He lifted a corner of the sedan curtain, his gaze sweeping over the ground below.

The once prosperous eastern defense line of the Shenxia Empire is now a scene of devastation.

Although it is still a long way from the actual East China Sea front.

But the devastating aftereffects of the war are already visible here.

Huge cracks were everywhere on the ground.

Air raid sirens blared through the sky, and the highways were packed with people evacuating inland.

A large number of local troops are working hard to maintain order.

Clearly, the collapse of the East China Sea defense line triggered a chain reaction.

After breaking through the defenses, the sea beasts of the Forbidden Water Tribe rushed into the territory of Shenxia like a flood, and began to slaughter and destroy indiscriminately.

Although the command has urgently dispatched other corps to plug the gap.

However, faced with a long-planned and massive sea monster army, the flames of war inevitably reached the doorsteps of ordinary people.

Looking down at the endless line of people and listening to the faint cries, his eyes were so cold they seemed to freeze space itself.

"The Water-Banned Tribe"

These three words rolled across Gu Xu's tongue, carrying an intense, overwhelming killing intent.

In the past, when he fought against other races, he was somewhat motivated by the desire to complete the mission and level up along the way.

But this time it was different.

This is a blood feud, a war of annihilation that will never end.

Four demigods, right? Dozens of ninth-tier beings, right?

"No matter how well you hide, no matter what your schemes are. Since you dare to touch my people and trespass on my land, then you will all leave your lives here."

Gu Xu muttered to himself.

At this moment, the former prosperity of the eastern coastal cities has long since vanished.

It has completely degenerated into a hellish arena.

The once wide and smooth main road of the city was forcibly torn apart by a terrifying force.

Everywhere there were bottomless, enormous ravines and charred, massive pits.

Seawater mixed with pungent blood poured wildly into every corner of the city through the collapsed sewers and breakwaters.

These muddy ruins were piled high with the corpses of countless Shenxia Legion soldiers and forbidden water beasts.

The tattered battle flag lay upside down in the pool of blood, silently telling the story of the fierce battle that had recently taken place here.

At the end of this main road, on the ruins of a square that is still barely intact.

The densely packed army of the Forbidden Water Tribe, like a black tide, completely surrounded the area.

The enormous, ferocious sea beasts and the merman warriors wielding sharp bone forks stood in layers, roaring madly.

At the very center of the encirclement was a remnant of the God-Slaying Army, whose numbers had dwindled to less than a hundred men.

These fewer than one hundred soldiers were in an extremely miserable state.

Their specially made armor had long since shattered into pieces, and almost everyone bore deep, fatal wounds that exposed bone.

Some lost an arm, some had half their body corroded by the venom, and some even had their intestines spilling out, only managing to hold their stomachs together with a belt.

But not one of these wounded soldiers chose to retreat even a step.

Back to back, they supported each other's swaying bodies, their hands, covered in mud and blood, gripping their already dulled swords tightly.

Standing at the forefront of this group of remnants was Ji Wenzhou, the last deputy commander of the God-Slaying Army.

As an eighth-order quasi-saint, Ji Wenzhou was once a top-tier powerhouse who dominated the scene.

But at this moment, his condition was appallingly bad.

There was a horrifying penetrating wound on his chest, the edges of which were blackened by some kind of abyssal poison, and even the outline of his internal organs was oozing black blood.

Most fatally, as a quasi-saint, the quasi-saint essence that should have been inexhaustible within him was now almost completely dried up.

That domain of rules, which represents the mark of high-level professionals, is now as faint as a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

He was on the absolute brink of death, and every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass.

Standing before Ji Wenzhou, in opposition to this group of remnants, was Alaya, the high and mighty demigod of the Forbidden Water Clan and the Lord of the Rending Sea.

Alaya did not touch the ground with its feet, but rather hovered arrogantly in mid-air, several meters above the ground.

Although Alaya had suffered serious injuries in the previous life-or-death battle with Ye Nantian, the God of War of Shenxia, ​​and his demigod armor was damaged.

But this did not diminish his terrifying aura as a demigod in the slightest.

Under the oppressive force of these rules that transcended human comprehension, the surrounding air became thick and heavy.

As a demigod of the Water Forbidden Clan, Alaya could crush this quasi-saint whose essence had dried up as easily as crushing an ant that had lost its ability to resist.

He lowered his head, his eyes cold and contemptuous as he looked at Ji Wenzhou, who was still gritting his teeth and struggling.

Suddenly, he let out an extremely piercing, cold laugh: "Heh heh... Weaklings, look at your pathetic state now. What's the point of your struggles?"