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

The rank of the Great God of the Underworld began to decline.

She sensed it.

The feeling is subtle—like you're standing on the top floor of a building, and the floors beneath your feet are being removed one by one.

You're still at the same level, but what supports you is diminishing.

At this moment, her brows finally furrowed.

It's not because of pain.

At her level of understanding, physical pain was long a foreign concept to her. The reason she frowned was that she realized she was being suppressed.

It wasn't suppressed by a single servant of calamity. It was suppressed by five simultaneously.

The Eye of the Ancients' Disintegrating Rays continued to strike her directly, disintegrating her defense and health every second.

Twitch's decaying aura continued to exert pressure from the flanks; the percentage-based health deduction that could not be dispelled or saved from might seem insignificant on its own, but it kept stacking up.

The gravedigger's death knell creates dizziness and decay on a spiritual level.

The flock of ravens is pecking at her divinity and personhood.

The Wicked Bride's Resentment Lock directly applied a debuff to her, reducing all her attributes by 50%.

Five directions, five different methods of suppression.

She can handle any one of them individually.

But the simultaneous action of all five, combined with the overwhelming power of Gu Xu's Domain of Calamity rules—

This is no longer a simple case of one plus one equals two.

The gentle smile on Huang Quanjin's lips gradually disappeared.

The katana in her hand was held horizontally in front of her, and the dark yellow sword light suddenly increased in power.

A single sword sweeps across.

The scale of the sword energy was many times stronger than the previous probing attack.

A dark yellow arc of light swept out from the tip of her sword, drawing a semi-circular cutting line in the air.

The sword energy covered almost the entire 180-degree area in front of her.

The disintegration ray of the Eye of the Past was cleaved open head-on by the sword energy.

The purple beam of light was cut in two, like a laser pointer that had been cleaved in two by a knife.

Twitch was swept away by the aftershocks of the sword energy, and his entire body exploded like a cloud of smoke blown away by the wind.

It shattered into countless invisible viral particles—but three seconds later, those particles reassembled.

Tucci reappeared in the same spot, squeaking and cursing under his breath.

The tomb keeper blocked the attack with a stone coffin.

The chains on the coffin were stretched to their limit, emitting a piercing metallic scream. But they held up somehow.

However, the sword swept away the attack but did not change the situation.

Because the Disintegration Ray of the Eye of the Ancients was fully charged again after two seconds, another purple beam shot over.

After Twitch reassembles, the decaying aura automatically resumes operation.

The tomb keeper rang the second bell immediately afterward.

"when--"

The second bell tolls.

Life force depleted. All attributes reduced by 30%.

The curse of the Hateful Bride is stacked on top of it—all attributes are reduced by 50%.

With two debuffs stacked on top of each other, Huang Quanjin's attributes were reduced by more than half.

The sword light of the katana in her hand dimmed slightly the instant its attributes plummeted.

The next sword strike was clearly less powerful than the previous one.

Her health points on the panel continued to drop.

330 billion. 318 billion. 305 billion.

Although the rate of decline is not fast—after all, there is a blood pool of 35 billion, and even if it drops by a few hundred million per second, it will take a long time to fall—the trend is already very clear.

She is anemic.

Continuous losses.

Furthermore, as her stats are being eaten by ravens, the repair speed of her "Eternal Life in the Underworld" stat is also decreasing.

The ability to recover full health in 0.5 seconds has now been suppressed to take several seconds to recover even a portion of the health.

However, the number of those who returned was less than the number that were destroyed.

The expression on the face of the great god Huang Quanjin suddenly darkened.

The composure and gentleness that had always been on his face were completely gone.

Instead, there was a resolute determination.

She stopped looking at Gu Xu.

He no longer looked at the five servants of calamity.

She closed her eyes.

Then—he opened his arms.

"In that case..."

Her voice changed. No longer soft, no longer gentle. It became a hollow echo, as if coming from a very deep and distant place.

"Then—leave them all for me."

Embrace of the Underworld, spread your arms, and unleash the ultimate authority of the Underworld.

All living beings within a radius of one kilometer will be forcibly dragged into the "Corridor of the Underworld".

Time has stopped, space is sealed off, and all means of escape are ineffective.

"Buzz—!!!"

A shockwave exploded from the center of her body.

A dark yellow light poured out from her outstretched arms, rapidly expanding around her to form a huge spherical domain.

The boundary of the domain is a semi-transparent, dark yellow light wall.

Countless distorted human faces flowed across the surface of the light wall—the faces of billions of dead souls.

The Corridor of the Underworld expanded to cover the entire area in less than a second.

Gu Xu sensed it.

The boundaries of the Realm of Calamity trembled violently under the impact of the Corridor of the Underworld.

The two fields clashed head-on once again, but this time, the great goddess Huang Quanjin was clearly going all in—she poured all her power into this one move.

"They're here!"

Gu Xu's eyes sharpened.

The two fields are clashing violently at the collision line.

The black mist mingled with the dark yellow light wall, and spatial rifts exploded in patches within the gaps.

……

However, just as Gu Xu and the great god Huang Quanjin were passionately fighting each other.

Outside the hidden realm of Izumo.

A storm of entirely different nature is sweeping across all beings standing at the top of this planet.

Shenxia, ​​Longjing.

Supreme Command Headquarters.

Li Weiguo felt that he must have offended some kind of zodiac sign tonight.

He stood behind his desk, holding a communicator in his right hand.

The expression on his face had evolved from "solemn" ten minutes ago to "bewildered".

the reason is simple.

In just a few minutes, he received seven phone calls.

Seven.

The first call was from Yue, the legion commander of the Baxia Legion.

Tu Yue is a man who always speaks concisely and to the point, never wasting words.

But when the call connected, Tu Yue's tone carried something Li Weiguo had never heard from him before—urgency.

"Commander, Senior Wang Cang just contacted me."

Li Weiguo was discussing the demigod manipulation with Zhang Daoxuan when he heard this, and was taken aback: "Senior Wang Cang? What did he say?"

He said he wanted to go out to sea himself.

Li Weiguo stopped holding the teacup.

Wang Cang.

The guardian of Kunlunxu.

One of Sherlock's strongest demigods.

Is he leaving Kunlunxu?

This whole thing is explosive enough.

It is important to know that Kunlun Void Ruins is one of the most crucial strategic locations in Shenxia.

Wang Cang was stationed at Kunlun Mountain not because he liked the cold wind on the mountaintop, but because if the thing pressing down beneath Kunlun Mountain got out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.

With Wang Cang leaving Kunlunxu, the suppressive power of Kunlunxu was reduced by more than half.

Normally, Li Weiguo wouldn't dare to approve something like this.

Even Wang Cang himself wouldn't mention it.

But he brought it up.

"What were his exact words?"

Li Weiguo pressed for further details.

Tu Yue paused for a second: "His exact words were—'Have Li Weiguo send more men to help me keep an eye on Kunlunxu. I'm going to sea; it won't be long.'"