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

"Where...where the hell is this monster?"

Wang Cang subconsciously gripped his pipe tighter and looked around blankly.

The old man's expression was as if he'd wandered onto the wrong movie set: "Where are the four demigods we were promised? That brat Li Weiguo must be bored out of his mind to dare make fun of this old man and lie about military intelligence?!"

The two powerful figures looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the dimensional rift suddenly became extremely awkward.

The feeling is like you're indignantly leading fifty brothers armed with watermelon knives to smash up a place, preparing for a spectacular gang shootout.

When they arrived at the location, they kicked open the door and found that the other party had not only run away but had also swept the floor and left a note on the table saying "Welcome to visit again next time."

Just as the two were standing there bewildered and at a loss in the wind.

Not far away, from the lonely red sedan chair parked in the middle of the ruins, a weak but sleazy voice suddenly came from inside.

"Hey, gentlemen, have you eaten yet?"

Everyone turned to look at it.

The sedan curtain was slowly lifted by a single finger.

Gu Xu's face, as white as paper, was revealed.

He slumped against the cushion in the sedan chair like a lump of mud, his eyelids as heavy as if they were made of lead, but he still managed to force what he thought was a cool and arrogant smile.

He waved weakly at the big shots in mid-air.

"Excuse me, everyone..."

"I just finished cleaning up the mess."

"Those seafood pieces are a bit fragile; they got blown away easily. It's a shame you gentlemen made such a wasted trip... Um, will the General Headquarters reimburse your travel expenses?"

The entire room was deathly silent; you could hear a pin drop.

Chen Zhenyuan's lips began to twitch uncontrollably.

Looking at the young man in the sedan chair who was panting heavily even when he spoke, as if he might collapse at any moment, he felt like a million alpacas were stampeding through his mind.

Is the mess... all cleaned up?

Four genuine demigods from the Water-Binding Clan?

You call this a game-ending situation?!

Wang Cang remained silent.

Instead, he frowned, his expression solemn, and slowly closed his eyes.

The immense mental energy was released like ripples on water, carefully examining the subtle traces left on this battlefield.

The more he investigated, the more surprised he became; the more he investigated, the more his hand holding the pipe trembled.

In the end, this tough guy who once single-handedly guarded the forbidden area and faced millions of alien races without flinching had his hands trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease!

"Old Wang, what's wrong?"

Chen Zhenyuan noticed his old friend's unusual behavior, suppressed his previous surprise, and asked in a low voice.

Wang Cang opened his eyes.

He stared intently at Gu Xu as if he were looking at some indescribable horror.

"Old Chen..."

Wang Cang's voice was somewhat dry, even with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, "I didn't lie about the military situation."

With trembling fingers, he pointed to the patch of earth beneath his feet, where a layer of the ground had been scraped away: "Here, there are extremely concentrated remnants of the essence of a deep-sea demigod!"

"Moreover, they are four completely different primal auras. This means that a few minutes ago, there were indeed four demigods at their peak standing here."

Then, he abruptly raised his head, his pipe pointing towards the not-yet-fully-closed expanse of sky: "And there..."

"The imprint of rules left by an entity at the source level?"

These words were spoken.

Chen Zhenyuan gasped!

The imprint of rules left by a source-level being?

Doesn't that mean...?

Was it not just a demigod present just now?

Are there still source-level entities?

Clearly, he was stunned at this moment, but as someone who had weathered many storms, he quickly took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the turbulent emotions churning within him.

In a single instant, he traversed hundreds of meters and arrived in front of the red sedan chair.

Looking at Gu Xu, whose face was ashen and who was covered in cold sweat.

"Kid, what have you done?!"

Chen Zhenyuan asked in a deep voice. Although his tone was stern, anyone could hear the undisguised concern and shock within it.

Gu Xu rolled his eyes with difficulty, thinking that these old men were making a fuss over nothing.

"Sir, that's beyond my scope. This is top secret; I might not tell you even if you offered me extra money..."

He forced a smile, still wanting to unleash his traditional skill of infuriating people.

But the next second, the string in my mind, stretched to its limit, snapped with a sharp "crack."

After all... I managed to hold on until now and greet these old men.

It was purely due to Gu Xu's stubborn obsession with "if you're going to show off, you have to go all the way."

Now that the act is over, the body's self-protection mechanism instantly takes over.

"Um... I'm going to take a nap... Don't wake me up before the feast starts..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Xu's eyes rolled back and his head lolled to the side. With a "thud," he lost consciousness and fell headfirst out of the sedan chair window.

"Holy crap! Gu kid!"

Wang Cang reacted swiftly, disregarding even the decorum of a demigod, and dashed forward in a spatial flash.

Before Gu Xu's handsome face made intimate contact with the gravel-strewn ground.

He caught him steadily.

Gu Xu's fall was quite merciless; if he had actually hit the ground, he would probably have suffered a concussion.

Wang Cang quickly checked Gu Xu's pulse and then used his magic to sense his internal condition before letting out a long sigh of relief.

"It's nothing, it's just that his mental energy is completely exhausted and his body is too overdrawn. This kid's constitution is very strange, his vitality is more tenacious than a cockroach."

Wang Cang wiped away a cold sweat before speaking with lingering fear.

Hearing this, Chen Zhenyuan breathed a sigh of relief. As long as nothing happened, their trip wasn't in vain.

The two then used their mental powers to scan their surroundings again, confirming that the crisis had truly passed.

Wang Cangcai grabbed Gu Xu by the back of his collar with one hand and, together with Chen Zhenyuan, tore through the last barrier of space, stepping out of the dimensional rift.

However… the two of them had just landed and hadn’t even had a chance to breathe in the fresh air of the real world when they were both stunned.

The beaches along the East China Sea coast were packed with people.

They were not the kind of defeated and routed soldiers, but rather a well-organized and fully armed army of 100,000 warriors who would vanquish the gods.

Standing at the very front row were Legion Commander Zhou Yi and Su Qiong.

The entire coastline was so quiet you could hear seagulls pooping.

Hundreds of thousands of eyes lit up the moment they saw Wang Cang and Chen Zhenyuan appear, and then all eyes focused on the limp figure in Wang Cang's arms.

In the brief silence, Su Qiong, at the very front of the group, moved.

This crazy woman who usually treats Gu Xu like a treasure.

At that moment, he couldn't care less about his injuries.

She sprinted forward, so fast that she left a trail of afterimages on the beach.

In the blink of an eye, they were in front of Wang Cang.