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

Even Jacob, who was the first to rush in, was now standing not far from the entrance, arms crossed, squinting as he looked around.

The celestial monks of South India floated cross-legged in mid-air, about three meters above the ground.

Olivier on the Europa side remained expressionless.

But two other demigods from other countries who were relatively close to him were already exchanging whispers.

The voice was kept extremely low, like a mosquito's hum.

Yamamoto Furukawa from Japan was even more interesting. The first thing he did after entering was to close his eyes, take a deep breath, and utter a few words: "It's so clean."

Upon hearing this, both the demigods Hima Yuta and Asa Sakura beside him frowned.

This viewpoint is clearly accepted.

The composition of air in higher-dimensional realms often differs greatly from that in the real world.

Some secret realms contain corrosive particles in their air.

Some of the air in these hidden places is itself a kind of chronic toxin.

Yamamoto Furukawa is a perceptive demigod who can discern many things from subtle details.

For example, the air in this secret place is clean.

Clean is abnormal.

And the more this is the case, the more caution is needed.

This was almost the first consensus reached by all the demigods present after they landed.

Of course, this consensus lasted for a very short time.

It was so short, only about ten seconds.

Because ten seconds later, an explosion occurred in the distance.

"boom--!"

The sound suddenly exploded from the far end of the plain, in the very distance of that golden field of vision.

Everyone turned their heads at the same time.

Their eyes all turned to look in the same direction.

Then, everyone's expression changed within the same second.

On the distant horizon, the sun rose.

It's not a metaphor.

A sun really did rise.

A huge, fiery red sphere slowly emerged from the ground at the edge of the plain.

How large is it?

Even from such a distance, it still occupies nearly a quarter of the horizon in the field of vision.

The color was an extremely pure crimson.

The center is orange-yellow, while the edge is a ring of dancing white flames.

This thing really does look like the sun.

But no one would mistake it for the sun.

Because the sun doesn't create that kind of hair-raising, devastating feeling on your face.

"What is that?"

Someone spoke up.

No one answered.

Because nobody knows.

And there was no time to answer.

Because the instant that fiery red sphere completely rose above the horizon—it moved.

To be precise, it was the explosion that unleashed a burst of light.

A golden shockwave shot out from the front of the crimson sphere and hurtled toward the direction where all the demigods were located.

The shockwave was golden in color.

But this gold color is completely different from the gold color of the ground beneath our feet.

The gold on the ground was a gentle, solidified color.

The gold of this shockwave was scorching and violent, carrying a ferocity that threatened to crush everything in its path into dust.

Wherever the shockwave passed, the colorful ribbons of light in the air were crushed like paper.

The fragments didn't even have a chance to splash before they were evaporated directly in the golden waves of light.

The ground is also cracking.

The golden ground began to crack more than ten kilometers ahead of the shock wave.

The cracks spread rapidly towards everyone's feet.

It's like there's an invisible giant hand...

They are breaking this land apart like breaking a biscuit.

The speed is incredible.

Even someone as composed as Wang Cang couldn't help but have his pupils shrink at this sight.

It wasn't out of fear, but because he realized a conclusion that sent chills down his spine.

There wasn't enough time to run.

Based on the speed and coverage of this shockwave, no one present could escape its range before it arrived.

"withstand!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Cang's voice boomed out.

The moment he finished speaking, his demigod domain was once again activated at full power.

This time, there was no gentle spreading method like with fishing nets.

It's just a wall.

A gray-white wall of almost invisible boundaries stood between him and the shockwave.

At the same time, Elder Ge and Tang Yi also made their move.

Old Ge's field was earthy yellow, carrying a weighty, mountain-like quality.

He didn't expand over a large area, but focused on a very small area—just protecting the piece of land beneath the feet of the three of them.

Tang Yi's domain was a cold, silvery-white color, as thin as a cicada's wing, but extremely resilient.

He applied the domain to himself and his two predecessors like armor.

Three layers of defense. Three approaches.

Meanwhile, Jacob from the United States has also expanded his territory.

It remains the same kind of all-encompassing, violent, and unreasonable domain of suppression.

The celestial monks of South India suddenly descended from mid-air.

The moment his feet touched the ground, golden runes exploded from his body, weaving into a net of light that enveloped him and his companions.

The other demigods also used their domains once again.

In an instant, everyone displayed their unique abilities.

Various colors and shapes of fields and defensive methods were deployed in less than two seconds.

A joint defense line, unlike anything seen before, was formed directly in front of the shockwave.

Even though these people were practically ready to crush each other just five minutes ago.

But faced with a common threat...

The body reacts faster than the brain—survive first, then worry about everything else.

Then—the shockwave arrived.

The instant of contact.

Wang Cang's expression suddenly changed.

Because the moment the shockwave made contact with his domain—his domain trembled.

It wasn't that they were pushed back by the shockwave, but rather that the very structure of the domain itself was being stripped away layer by layer by this force.

It's like using a steel plate to block a laser beam.

Steel plates are indeed hard, but lasers don't compete with hardness.

It burns holes directly into your steel plate.

The same applies to this shockwave.

It doesn't confront your domain head-on, but rather directly deconstructs your domain's position.

Is your domain water-related?

It will digest your water-attribute domain, turning it into a pile of meaningless energy fragments.

Is your domain fire-based? Similarly...

No matter what your attributes, rules, or methods are—strip them all away, smash them all.

What level of attack is this?

Wang Cang's mind raced.

Source level?

No.

It is even higher than the source level.

The essence of this force is not an attack released by a single individual.

Rather, it is the rules governing this high-dimensional realm itself that are at work.

in other words.

This is the secret realm attacking them.

It's not the monsters in the secret realm, nor the BOSS in the secret realm, but the secret realm itself that is purging all outsiders who do not belong here.

The moment Wang Cang realized this, his heart sank to the bottom.

Because this means that their domain defense is essentially ineffective.

Are you using your own rules to fight against the rules of this space?

What gives you the right?

This is someone else's territory.

Here, they are the ones who set the rules. No matter how strong you are in your field, on their turf, you are just a guest.

A guest using their own key to unlock the owner's lock... only a fool would succeed.