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

The standoff continued, but the demigods of the Northern Alliance were not too nervous.

Because, in their view, Lord Andrei was there to back them up.

It was not difficult to repel these alien invaders.

Thinking of this, Boris raised his chin slightly, his gaze falling on the figure enveloped in white flames in the center of the crack. He spoke in a gruff voice, "What does Your Excellency mean by this? Are you really planning a full-scale invasion with so many of your people?"

"Aren't you afraid of breaking your teeth?"

His voice echoed high in the sky, carrying a suppressive aura of a demigod, and traveled far and wide.

That's a rough way of putting it, but it gets the point across.

Your Yalong Royal Court is indeed strong.

But this is our territory, and behind us stands the Northern Alliance's Source-level forces.

If you really want to fight, then fight.

We are not afraid of you.

In the center of the crack.

Upon hearing this, Ignatius's crimson-gold vertical pupils slowly turned and landed on Boris.

Then he grinned and burst into unrestrained laughter, so loud that the surrounding space trembled.

"Broken tooth?"

Ignatius chewed on those three words, as if savoring a particularly amusing joke.

"Mere ants."

Ignatius's voice deepened, a smile still lingering on his face, but the crimson-gold light in his eyes brightened by a third at this moment: "You dare to speak such words to me, Your Majesty?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised one hand and clenched his fist, and white flames condensed in his palm into a fireball the size of a fist.

How hot is a fireball?

The air within a radius of several kilometers began to tremble, and the remaining clouds in the high sky were evaporated at that moment.

"today--"

Ignatius crushed the fireball, and white flame fragments fell from between his fingers, each fragment burning a small hole in the void as it landed.

"Our Yalong Royal Court is here to flatten this place."

His voice exploded in the air, carrying an undeniable domineering authority.

"Wherever it went—"

His vertical pupils swept across the camps, mountains, and defenses on the ground.

It swept over the tiny soldiers, tents, and barrier pillars.

"All are dragon kingdoms."

The instant those words were spoken.

Behind them, the dimensional rift that had been stretched to a hundred kilometers wide surged once more.

"Buzz~!"

Another muffled thud followed.

Before long, two figures emerged side by side from the crack.

One left and one right.

The one on the left is a man.

He was half a head shorter than Ignatius, but still far larger than an average person.

Her skin was strikingly white, as if it had never been exposed to sunlight.

He also had dragon horns on his head, but his horns were different from Ignatius's—they were not red, but indigo blue.

A thin layer of frost covered the corner.

There were no flames around him; instead, there was a layer of cold air so faint it was almost invisible.

The chilling air landed on the edge of the crack and immediately condensed into tiny ice crystals in the void.

The one on the right is a woman.

He was about the same height as the man on the left, with a slender build, long hair that reached his waist, and a deep, dark green color.

Her dragon horns curved upwards from both sides of her temples, elegant in shape, with fine green patterns flowing on their surface.

Its eyes were also vertical pupils, emerald green, like two polished jades.

The two men stood behind Ignatius without saying a word.

But the energy fluctuations emanating from them were at the source level.

Both.

This scene caused Andrei's pupils to shrink sharply, and his previously calm expression completely crumbled.

As the only Origin-level powerhouse in the Northern Alliance.

He had imagined countless times in his mind the scene of the full-scale invasion of the Yalong Kingdom.

But he never expected it.

The scene he saw today would so completely overturn his understanding.

The three demigods behind them also recognized who had come.

Visibly, the muscles in the three people's faces began to spasm uncontrollably.

"How could it be them..."

"This is impossible! Frost Throne - Kross, Withered Throne - Olivia!"

"They're clearly demigods, still an insurmountable distance from the Origin level. Why is it that... the aura emanating from them is also Origin level?"

Not only Andre was incredulous, but so were the other three demigods of the Northern Alliance.

I was so shocked that my scalp tingled.

After all, in their understanding, the seven dragon kings of the Dragon King's Court, apart from the fire dragon king of the Blazing Throne, were merely the pinnacle of demigods.

It's not the source-level power we see now at all.

It's important to understand that breaking free from the shackles of that level requires the right timing, the right location, and an ultimate understanding of the rules.

In the past few hundred years, only a handful of Origin-level beings have been born on Earth.

What makes them think they can overcome the past?

Or rather, how exactly did they get over it?

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

Andrei slowly clenched his fists, and icy blue energy flowed around him.

However, under the pressure of the three source-level forces, this source-level energy was compressed into a very small area.

Without a doubt, at this moment.

The Northern League is facing its darkest and most terrifying moment since its founding.

If it were two Source-level beings, Andrei might still be able to put up a fight even if he fought with all his might.

But now there are three source-level entities, and it's just that suffocating sense of oppression.

It was as if three mountains had crashed down on our heads from a higher dimension.

"The situation is out of control."

Thinking of this, Andrei spoke softly: "You three, immediately lead all the troops below to retreat. Abandon the defensive line, activate all teleportation arrays, and evacuate first!"

Nova's expression changed drastically: "Lord Andrei, if we leave, what will happen to you?"

"Staying here won't be of much help; it's nothing but a pointless sacrifice."

"I'll stay behind and hold them off!"

"Also, inform Ivan and the others to abandon their struggle for the Source of God and return immediately!"

Upon hearing this, the demigods fell silent.

Admittedly, they were worried about Andrei's safety.

But in the face of an absolute disparity in strength, no amount of grand pronouncements will suffice.

Because they are demigods, they are more aware of the seriousness of the matter.

"Lord Andrei, please prioritize your own safety. We'll be leaving now!"

Thinking of this, Boris gritted his teeth and said.

It then turned and swooped down toward the camp below, preparing to organize a retreat.

But at that moment, Ignatius in the sky let out a deafening laugh.

"Hehehe, no one can leave without my permission."

Ignatius made the first move.

There are no opening gestures, no complicated chanting.

He simply raised his arm, fingers spread.

A blazing white flame appeared out of nowhere between heaven and earth.

Immediately afterwards, the ball of white flame transformed into a devastating pillar of light, directly locking onto Yuri's location.