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

He gritted his teeth and exerted force with his five fingers.

With a muffled "plop".

He crushed the blood-red heart in his palm.

The next second, the boundless red mist erupted from Alaya as its center.

These red mists seemed to come alive, spreading rapidly and completely enveloping the four demigods of the Forbidden Water Clan in the blink of an eye.

Strange things happened.

The red mist adhered to the bodies of Alaya and the others, and the disgusting pustules that had been corroded by Tucci's decaying virus were scabbing over and falling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The newly formed granulation tissue quickly filled the wound.

Not only that, their extremely listless spirits suddenly surged upwards as if they had been forcibly injected with a large dose of high-concentration stimulant.

Their health, which was rapidly declining, suddenly stopped falling and began to rise rapidly.

Even more critically, Alaya, whose demigod authority had been forcibly suppressed by the Eye of the Ancients and the old tomb keeper, Old Black, was showing signs of revival under the nourishment of this red mist.

He felt he could once again communicate with the rules of the water element around him.

"Um?"

At that very moment, Gu Xu, who was being protected by the saints of Shenxia, ​​sat up slightly.

His eyebrows were furrowed together.

Yes, he could feel that his Calamity Domain, which he had fully unleashed at level 45, was actually hindered the moment it touched the red mist.

It's like a large net catching a slippery stone; no matter how tightly you tighten it, you can't completely crush it.

The crimson mist created an independent, absolute space, forcibly isolating it from the suppression of external rules.

"Something's not right with this thing."

Gu Xu narrowed his eyes, his mind racing.

Putting everything else aside... he sensed an extremely familiar aura within those red mists.

That feeling was exactly the same as when he tried to use time rewind to reverse Ye Nantian's death and hit that barrier.

That's the aura of the Source!

But at this moment, Gu Xu began to have doubts.

Wait a minute, back in the Silvermoon Secret Realm, that blond kid named Caesar pulled out that... what was that Finger of the Old God?

Although that thing was also a divine item, it was still suppressed in the face of his Domain of Calamity.

In the end, he swallowed it like a spicy snack.

Why is it that now, when I encounter these few aquatic creatures and pull out their broken hearts, my Domain of Calamity is starting to lose its grip?

Gu Xu's mind works extremely fast; he figured it out in no time.

The Finger of the Old Gods may be powerful, but it is a force forcibly projected from a higher dimension; it is an outsider.

Arriving on Earth, not only are we subject to the rejection of the laws of the plane, but we also suffer from great consumption, making it like water without a source.

The heart that Alaya crushed in her hand was clearly a crystallization of some extremely high-dimensional power that originated in this world.

It inherently contains the "source" power of this world.

This power is backed by the local rules of Earth.

Although his own Calamity Domain is domineering, his current level is only forty-five, and he has not yet fully completed the path of evolution.

It is impossible to instantly crush the world's fundamental defenses with just a domain.

This is why the red mist was able to forcefully break through the suppression.

"There seems to be quite a bit of seafood left over."

Thinking of this, Gu Xu's eyes gradually turned cold.

The situation seems to be getting a bit tricky now.

Of course, he didn't rush to make the sedan chair rush forward immediately, after all, his Calamity Pump was still on cooldown.

The blue bar is empty. I just put on a show, now it's time to go straight into melee combat.

It wouldn't look good if the secret were exposed.

The safest approach is to first see how long this red mist can last.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield ahead, the situation has visibly changed.

Having recovered somewhat, the four demigods regained their confidence instantly with the help of the red mist.

The humiliation of being humiliated and trampled on turned into a raging fire.

Alaya suddenly spread her arms wide: "You ants of Sheikha, you had a good time just now, didn't you! Now it's my turn!"

With Alaya's roar, the moisture in the surrounding air was instantly sucked away, and hundreds of high-pressure water jets as thick as water tanks burst from the ground, like hundreds of raging water dragons, smashing fiercely towards the saints of the Shenxia Legion.

These water columns contained the rules of the revived demigods, and wherever they passed, they caused strong spatial tremors throughout the battlefield.

Its power was far greater than the spatial tremors generated by the skills of the saints.

Most importantly, this is not the complete power of a demigod.

Even so, its power should not be underestimated, without a doubt. Even a mere glancing blow would be enough to severely injure a ninth-tier saint.

"Be careful! Don't try to tough it out!"

Zhou Yi roared, gripped the broken sword tightly with both hands, and poured all his magical power into it, forcefully cleaving open a water dragon that was coming towards him.

However, the enormous reaction force sent him sliding backward for more than ten meters, his feet carving two deep trenches in the air. He felt a sweet taste in his throat, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Xingchen pushed hard with both hands, and a huge cyan wind wall blocked in front of everyone, but under the continuous impact of several water dragons, the wind wall only lasted for two seconds before it shattered.

Lu Xingchen's face turned pale, and he took several steps back.

Li Podi, who had just been yelling about cutting down a demigod, was hit directly in the chest by a jet of water.

He was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the advance base of the God-Slaying Army, barely managing to get up.

If he hadn't blocked the attack at the last moment by holding the Miao sword across his chest, he probably would have broken several ribs.

Even so, the golden light of the Miao sword in his hand had begun to dim.

"Damn it, what the hell did that bastard use?!"

Li Podi spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, struggled to his feet, leaning on his knife, his eyes wide with fury: "Old Zhou, if this doesn't work, I'll blow him up again! I refuse to believe this damn fog can stop a self-destruction!"

"Shut up! You barely escaped with your life, save it to kill more scum, don't go around setting off fireworks all the time!"

Zhou Yi cursed irritably, his eyes fixed on the red mist ahead.

The battle situation reached an extremely strange stalemate at this moment.

On one side is the Forbidden Water Clan demigod, whose condition has been restored by the red mist but is still somewhat weakened; on the other side is the Divine Summer Saint, whose entire team has been fully revived and whose morale is soaring under the blessing of the Domain of Calamity, but whose rank is inferior.

The two sides engaged in a fierce tug-of-war within the rift space.

The demigods' attacks were extremely deadly, and Saints on the Shenxia side were constantly being injured and repelled.

But the Sherlock Holmes Legion was like a piece of chewing gum, fighting to the death without retreating.

When someone in front falls, someone immediately takes their place.