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

At this moment, the high-ranking members of the God-Slaying Army, along with the saints of various legions, unleashed a terrifying fighting spirit that sent chills down one's spine.

This fighting spirit contained no fear, no hesitation, only pure killing intent forged through the experience of death.

They must protect Shenxia, ​​and more importantly, they must keep these four demigods here for Gu Xu!

In mid-air opposite.

"Hehehe...hehehehehe!"

Alaya looked down at the regrouped Shenxia army and the fear he had felt due to the time reversal turned into laughter.

He is a demigod of the Forbidden Water Clan! He is the ruler of this deep sea!

The feeling of powerlessness he had just experienced had already made him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

But when he heard Gu Xu say things like "kill a few fish," he was surprised.

He laughed in anger! He really laughed in anger!

After all, no matter how strange his methods are, this kid is still just a professional who hasn't even reached the threshold of a quasi-saint.

Sherlock has many saints and quasi-saints, but now there is not a single demigod among them.

Below the level of demigods... all are ants!

Besides... forcibly reversing time to save so many saints must have completely drained his resources.

This is nothing but a bluff!

"A bunch of ants who just crawled out of their graves, do they really think they can turn the tables with some pretentious brat?"

Alaya, enraged, laughed coldly, her voice icy and chilling: "Since you insist on courting death again, then I, the god, will grant your wish!"

Alaya roared, and the stagnant demigod essence within his body suddenly erupted.

"boom!"

A violent, deep blue energy, like a tangible, inverted bowl, spread wildly from his body.

Immediately afterwards, the other three demigods also realized what was happening.

They all unleashed their demigod domains without reservation.

Four terrifying pressures belonging to the demigod level intertwined at this moment, transforming into a destructive energy storm that slammed down on the Divine Xia Legion below.

The air immediately crackled and popped.

The dark red sky within the spatial rift was torn apart by an absolute power capable of crushing any ninth-tier saint.

Under this oppressive feeling, Lu Xingchen, Li Podi, Zhou Yi and the others felt their breath catch in their throats, as if their bodies were carrying a burden of millions of pounds.

A demigod's furious attack cannot be easily compensated for by sheer numbers.

Just when everyone thought a fierce and bloody battle was about to begin.

A cold, disdainful laugh came from inside the bright red sedan chair suspended in mid-air.

"A demigod? Is being a demigod so great?"

Gu Xu leaned against the sedan chair, his face pale, but his eyes were unusually cold and sharp.

He looked at the four arrogant Alaya-vijnana as if they were four clowns.

"I can't control what happens elsewhere. But on my turf, even a true god, let alone a demigod, would have to kneel before me!"

Gu Xu sat bolt upright, casually waving his right hand forward: "Men, come out and greet the guests. Chop them all up and feed them to the dogs, leave not a single one alive!"

As Gu Xu finished speaking...

His Calamity Domain, which he had maintained at level 45, was now fully activated without reservation.

The area within a radius of more than forty kilometers was instantly enveloped by an intensely dense black fog.

This time, however, his black mist was no longer unable to suppress the demigod as it usually was.

This time, Gu Xu is the only rule.

Immediately afterwards, a tearing sound that made your teeth ache came from the void.

The first thing to appear was the high altitude, extremely close to Alaya and the others.

Suddenly, a huge crack was torn open there.

Several thick tentacles covered with dark red blood vessels and tumors burst out of the void, thrashing wildly.

Then, a gigantic, suffocatingly large ball of flesh floated in mid-air.

The Eye of the Ancients, descend!

Almost at the same time, a huge figure, three meters tall, slowly emerged from the shadows beside the bridal sedan chair.

He was bent over, carrying a huge stone coffin wrapped with black chains on his back.

Beneath the hood of the grey linen robe lay a bottomless darkness.

Old Hei, the tomb keeper, stood quietly in front of Gu Xu, carrying the rusty bronze lamp.

Looking further down, a rat, draped in a tattered gray cloak and leaning on a cane made from human leg bones, was staring at the four demigods in the sky with its cunning green eyes.

Tucci, the source of the plague.

Wherever it goes, streaks of virus-laden slime corrode the ground.

The ghost bride, who had been guarding the sedan chair, now wore an even more vibrant blood-red wedding dress, so bright red it looked as if it were about to drip blood.

The four servants of calamity were all in place.

Faced with the awe-inspiring demigod domain in mid-air, the gravedigger Old Black showed no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

He simply raised his withered hand, grasped the bronze lamp in it, and gently shook it.

"when--"

A deep, long, and seemingly endless chime, resounded throughout the hall without warning.

This is the first toll of the evening bell.

The moment the bell rang, the four demigods, who had been exuding overwhelming power and were preparing to crush the God-Slaying Army below with their overwhelming might, suddenly froze.

"Buzz!"

Alaya felt a sharp, intense pain deep within his brain, as if an invisible hammer had struck his soul.

That was a true soul-shaking experience!

His demigod-level soul defense was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper in the face of this bell, offering no room for resistance whatsoever.

What terrified him even more happened.

Alaya suddenly discovered that its originally smoothly functioning demigod rules seemed to be stuck in a thick swamp.

The sluggishness grew more and more severe, and in less than a breath, he was horrified to discover that he possessed demigod power.

They were actually suppressed by half!

It's not a reduction, it's a complete halving!

"This...this is impossible!"

Alaya roared wildly in her mind.

He is a demigod!

His power has already touched a trace of the world's origin, how could half of his power be forcibly stripped away by a single domain?

The other three demigods were equally horrified, and the energy radiance on their bodies visibly dimmed.

However, this is only the beginning.

Below, on the ground, Twitch, the source of the plague, grinned, revealing his mouth full of sharp teeth, and let out a series of unpleasant coughing sounds.

Accompanied by its laughter, a halo of decay instantly enveloped the weakened demigods in the sky, centered on it.

This is a conceptual virus that makes absolutely no sense.

It cannot be purified, cannot be exempted, and ignores all resistances.

Alaya suddenly felt an unbearable itching and burning sensation on her body.

He lowered his head, his eyes widening in horror.

On his seemingly indestructible body, a demigod of the deep sea, there were now fist-sized, foul-smelling pustules.