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

While Alaya's limbs could still barely maintain a forward-leaning attack posture, his body was rapidly moving backward in the void.

"Damn it! Are you kidding me!"

"How...how could this happen!"

"What level of power is this?!"

He roared madly in his mind, his eyes darting around frantically, and the flesh on his face twitched violently from the shock.

But to his dismay, he discovered that he could not utter a single sound from his throat.

He couldn't even turn his head to look at his three companions.

The other three demigods faced the same predicament.

They could only watch helplessly as they grew further and further away from the black-robed youth standing in front of the ghost sedan chair.

They flew backwards over the smoke-filled city.

We crossed that dilapidated coastline.

Ultimately, they were forcibly dragged back to the turbulent East China Sea by this irresistible force.

The cascading seawater flowed backwards along with them.

The high-temperature seawater, which had been evaporated due to the high-level battle, re-condensed into giant waves hundreds of meters high before crashing back onto the seabed.

The entire massive expeditionary force of the Forbidden Water Clan was thus forced to retreat, bit by bit, without any resistance, back into that dark dimensional rift!

……

Meanwhile, hundreds of kilometers away in the rear.

Eastern Theater Command Temporary Hospital.

This place is where all the seriously wounded soldiers who were evacuated from the East China Sea front gathered.

Those who were sent here, especially the high-ranking saints and generals, were all treasures accumulated by the Divine Xia Empire over many years, and were also targets that the military ordered to save at all costs.

The atmosphere in operating room number three, a top-tier operating room, had reached an extremely tense point.

The air was filled with the smell of blood and high-grade medicine.

Five senior priests, their foreheads covered in sweat, were gathered around an operating table.

Lying on the platform is a deputy legion commander at the eighth-order quasi-saint level.

His injuries were extremely severe; his abdomen had been completely ripped out by the aliens' weapons, and most of his organs had been shattered into pieces.

Only a few pieces of his intestines remained.

The attending old pastor placed his hands on top of the wounds of the injured man.

White, healing light poured wildly from his hands, flashing incessantly.

However, on the vital signs monitor next to him, the injured man's heart rate curve continued to weaken and was about to become a straight line.

"It's no use, there's no way to save him like this. Quick, inject him with the highest concentration of Type 3 life-saving medication, directly into his heart!"

But the moment he finished speaking, a strange fluctuation occurred.

It swept silently across the entire hospital building.

The presiding pastor suddenly stopped what he was doing.

To his disbelief, the wound on the soldier's abdomen, from which black blood was constantly seeping, stopped worsening.

Immediately afterwards, the dark, necrotic flesh caused by the infection began to slough off automatically.

Fresh pink granulation tissue intertwined and fused together at a terrifyingly rapid pace visible to the naked eye.

In just a few seconds, the wounded mangled abdomen was completely healed.

Smooth skin covered it, perfectly intact, without even a faint scar.

"When did my healing techniques become this effective?"

He stared blankly at his blood-stained hands, sinking into deep self-doubt.

He knew perfectly well that his healing spell had just been ineffective.

But why... did the injury completely reverse in an instant?

But before he could even rejoice, something even more outrageous happened.

The eighth-order quasi-saint, who had just recovered and had a rosy complexion, didn't even open his eyes.

Then it floated straight up off the operating table.

Without any force supporting him or any fluctuation of wind elements, he simply floated in mid-air.

Then, under the horrified gazes of several priests, the quasi-saint's body began to retreat at a steady pace.

He remained lying flat and retreated straight towards the operating room door.

He didn't reach out to open the door, but it opened automatically.

He walked straight back into the corridor outside.

"Holy crap... what... what's going on?"

At this moment, not only operating room number three, but the entire temporary hospital of the Eastern Theater Command was in complete chaos.

In the reception hall on the first floor, in the intensive care wards on each floor, and in the corridors connecting different areas.

Hundreds of high-ranking job changers and saints have all broken free from the Earth's gravity.

They floated up from their respective hospital beds and stretchers.

The heavy bandages wrapped around their bodies loosened and fell off on their own.

The various IV lines connected to their veins and the ventilator tubing inserted into their tracheas were automatically withdrawn.

The sutures on the wound were also pulled away by a clever force, because there was no longer a wound there.

These people flew backwards in groups in the same direction.

"Holy crap... why... why is this happening?"

"What happened? Why are they all floating up?"

"Holy crap...this is a ghost!"

The doctors and nurses present were so frightened by the scene that their faces turned pale.

They stared in horror at these heroes who, just minutes before, had been struggling on the brink of death, now flying backwards from the hospital exits like a flock of birds leaving their nest.

They flew through the walls of the corridor, through the glass curtain wall of the lobby, and out of the emergency room doors.

They eventually disappeared into the night sky on their way to the East China Sea battlefield.

……

Inside the intensive care unit on the top floor of the hospital.

Zhang Xinxin was holding a warm towel in her hand, looking at Su Qiong lying on the hospital bed with a tired expression.

Not long ago, for reasons unknown, Su Qiong, whose vital signs had completely dropped to zero and whose brainwaves had stopped, miraculously regained a strong heartbeat.

Even those fatal wounds miraculously healed.

But Zhang Xinxin didn't care about the reason, as long as the person was saved.

It was all worth it!

Although Su Qiong's face was still somewhat pale, at least her cheeks had regained some color, indicating vitality.

His breathing also began to become steady and long, no longer the kind of shortness of breath before death.

"You crazy woman, you're incredibly lucky. If you dare to rush forward like that again, I won't be responsible for you."

While complaining, she took a towel and was about to go forward to carefully wipe the dried bloodstains from Su Qiong's cheeks.

But the next moment, Su Qiong, lying on the hospital bed, suddenly sat up straight without any warning.

Her eyes were tightly closed, as if she were in a deep sleep.

But her movements were swift and decisive.

Su Qiong landed on both feet and stood with her back to the ward door.

The next second, she took a step and began to back away.

She moved very fast, and her steps were so steady that she didn't look like a seriously injured person who had just crawled back from the brink of death and had been lying in bed for several hours.

In just a moment, he left the ward and came to the outside corridor.