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

"Trying to gang up on us?"

She tilted her head, her phoenix eyes curving slightly, her tone carrying a tenderness that made one's teeth itch: "I have waited alone in this Yellow Springs for countless years. I am not afraid of any commotion."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her right hand towards the sky.

The dark yellow katana in his hand pointed straight at the dark red sky.

The next moment, the sky changed.

The dark red sky began to churn rapidly the moment she raised her hand.

The thick clouds seemed to be stirred up by an invisible giant hand, forming a huge vortex centered directly above the God of the Underworld.

Then—it rained.

Raindrops fell from the sky.

That wasn't normal rain.

Each raindrop was a dark yellow, with a luster that instinctively made people uneasy.

The raindrops fall very slowly, so slowly that the naked eye can clearly see the trajectory of each drop.

But their numbers are terrifying. They are everywhere, filling the sky and the earth.

The foul rain of the Yellow Springs.

Any target that gets wet will have all positive buffs in their body immediately converted into negative effects of equal intensity.

Healing becomes corruption, acceleration becomes deceleration, shields become self-damage. Unstoppable.

This includes concept-level defense.

These three words are key.

The first to feel the pressure was the Eye of the Old.

The single-eyed creature was gathering its strength to dismantle the ray, and the purple light had already climbed to a considerable intensity.

However, when the dark yellow raindrops fell on its fleshy surface, the skin, covered with blood vessels and sarcomas, began to ulcerate at a visible rate.

This is not ordinary corrosion.

Its own regenerative ability has been reversed.

The regenerative factors that should have repaired the wounds turned into catalysts that accelerated the festering process under the influence of the foul rain from the underworld.

The wound not only failed to heal, but instead expanded at three times the speed.

"Hiss hiss hiss~!"

The Eye of the Past let out an angry roar.

A dozen tentacles frantically thrashed at the air, trying to shake off the rain, but the raindrops seemed to have eyes.

One layer falls off, and another falls on top.

Tucci's situation is slightly better, but not by much.

Its immortality makes it immune to damage.

But the foul rain of the underworld is not harm—it is a suppression of one's status.

The viral cells that were constantly dividing and multiplying in Tucci's body began to backfire on themselves as they were drenched by the foul rain.

The abscess ruptured faster, and the fluid that flowed out was no longer yellowish-green.

Instead, they were grayish-white, clearly dead cells that had lost their activity.

"Squeak!"

Tucci let out an extremely dissatisfied cry, and his bean-sized green eyes showed signs of irritation.

The gravedigger's gray linen robe was soaked by the filthy rain, and some kind of dark yellow mycelium began to grow on the already rusty bronze lantern.

Even the black chains on the stone coffin behind him creaked ominously under the corrosive rain.

The Death Raven fared the worst.

The formation of the million ravens was thrown into disarray the moment the foul rain began to fall.

After the ravens on the outskirts were drenched by raindrops, the feathers on their wings began to fall off one by one.

The raven, unable to fly, fell from mid-air.

tricky.

That's really tricky.

Although each of the five servants of calamity possesses conceptual-level abilities, the mechanism of the Yellow Springs Rain is truly disgusting.

It doesn't compete with you in terms of hardness or damage.

It directly turns your own abilities against you. The stronger you are, the more severe the backlash will be.

But at that moment—the ghost bride moved.

She hovered in mid-air, and her blood-red wedding dress suddenly moved without any wind.

The deep red wedding dress seemed to come alive.

Countless red silk ribbons spilled out from the hem, cuffs, and collar of the wedding dress.

Those silks were not cloth, but more like some kind of living tentacles.

It stretches, splits, and weaves wildly in the air.

In a matter of moments, red silk spread out across the sky, weaving a huge dome above the heads of the five servants of calamity.

The dome was large enough to cover the entire battlefield.

The moment the foul rain fell on the red silk, it made a hissing sound.

The dark yellow raindrops tumbled violently twice on the silk surface before being absorbed.

It wasn't bounced away, it wasn't evaporated—it was absorbed.

The Blood Wedding Dress's unique characteristic: It absorbs negative emotions such as resentment, fear, and despair from the battlefield to repair itself.

What is the essence of the foul rain of the Yellow Springs?

It is negative energy formed from the power of the underworld.

For Blood Wedding Dress, negative energy is not harmful.

It's food.

The red silk became even more vibrant after absorbing the foul rain.

The red changed from dark red to bright red, and then from bright red to a blood-red hue.

It looks like it's been painted with a fresh coat of paint.

The voice of the ghost bride came from under the red veil, soft and gentle, but every word carried an undeniable certainty.

"My husband asked me to protect everyone... so I will protect them."

The festering on the Eye of the Past has stopped.

Twitch's abscesses no longer cause adverse reactions.

The gravedigger's chains were restored to normal. The flock of ravens reformed into a neat formation.

Huang Quanjin's eyes finally showed a slight change.

She glanced at the ghost bride.

To be precise, it was a glance at that blood-stained wedding dress.

But that's about it.

The slight change in his eyes flashed by, but it was replaced by the confidence that had been honed over countless years.

"interesting."

She only said those three words.

With the silk canopy of the Bride of Calamity shielding them from the foul rain, the other four servants of calamity were able to act with complete freedom.

The Eye of the Past has completed its preparations.

The disintegrating rays shot out directly.

The purple beam of light pierced through the gaps in the red silk and blasted straight toward the face of the Yellow Spring God.

At the same time, Twitch's decaying aura was activated at full power.

In the blink of an eye, they had already circled around to the flank of the Great God of the Underworld.

The dark green poisonous fog spread toward her.

The tomb keeper raised the bronze lantern.

The purple flame inside the lamp flickered.

Then—the first bell rang.

"when--"

The movements of the great god Huang Quanjin paused for an extremely brief moment as the bell rang.

About a fraction of a second.

Soul tremor. Dizziness.

A pause of a fraction of a second is insignificant to the average person.

But in a fight of this magnitude, a fraction of a second is enough to do a lot.

The Disintegration Ray of the Eye of the Ancients struck its target within a fraction of a second.

The purple beam of light struck the Great God Huang Quanjin, creating a visible, regular ripple.

The dark yellow energy shield began to disintegrate under the radiation.

It wasn't that it was broken through, but that it was disintegrated at the level of existence.

On the panel of the great god Huang Quanjin, the number of 35 billion life points moved.

It moves downwards.

They weren't jumping fast, but they were definitely jumping.

348 billion. 345 billion. 341 billion.

At the same time, a million ravens descended from the sky.

The cries of the dead rang out again, and those black wings were not flapping, but pecking at food.

What it pecks at is not flesh and blood—it pecks at rules, divinity, and personality.