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

as predicted.

Wang Canggang had just reached this conclusion when it was subsequently verified.

boom--!

The moment the golden shockwave crashed down head-on, Wang Cang's domain wall emitted a series of loud noises.

"Garara—"

The sound was like someone scratching glass with a blunt knife.

It was jarring and made my teeth ache.

Numerous cracks appeared on the surface of the area, spreading outward from the center.

The speed is so fast that it is almost impossible for the naked eye to keep up.

Following that, the same problems began to appear in the fields of Elder Ge and Tang Yi.

It has a feeling that it could collapse at any moment.

"Bang—!"

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard and the first domain shattered.

Not from Sherlock's side, but from Europa's demigod Heda!

The moment the domain shattered, Heda was thrown backward dozens of meters as if hit by a truck.

A trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face turned deathly pale instantly.

But before he could regain his footing...

"bite--"

The emerald green pendant hanging around his neck suddenly shattered.

As she shattered, a layer of pale green light enveloped her entirely.

It shielded her from the subsequent damage from the shockwave.

The substitute item has been triggered.

This happened extremely quickly.

But every demigod present could see it clearly.

Because immediately afterward, a second cracking sound rang out.

"Bang—!"

This time it's the country of cherry blossoms.

Asahizakura's territory was also in an uproar.

The broken amulet she wore was also a substitute for death.

Meanwhile, the other demigod from the Sakura Kingdom, Yuta Hima, still had his domain intact.

But the surface cracks are already as dense as a spider web.

Sweat rolled down his temples, and the muscles in his face twitched uncontrollably.

Third tone.

Fourth tone.

Fifth tone.

The sound of the domain shattering echoed repeatedly, like firecrackers going off.

Of the twenty-one demigods present, four of the sacrificial items were triggered immediately after the shockwave.

Three people had their domains completely shattered, and six people had their domains severely damaged.

The rest—were no better off.

Although Wang Cang's gray-white domain was not broken, he knew that this "wall" had been thinned by at least 40%.

It's like a steel plate that was originally three centimeters thick.

Now it's been burned by laser and is less than two centimeters long.

Another wave?

Hard to say.

Old Ge's expression also darkened, and several deep, bone-revealing cracks appeared on the yellow area.

Energy was constantly leaking out from the crack, like a bucket with a leaky bottom.

Tang Yi is alright.

His silver-white field follows the "thin and tough" approach.

When the shockwave passed, the domain did not withstand it head-on, but absorbed most of the impact.

But the price was that his left hand was trembling slightly.

This is a sign of mental overload.

In the United States, Jacob's situation is considered the best.

Although the domain has been reduced by one layer, its foundation is too solid.

After shaving off one layer, there are still several layers left.

Even so, the old monster's expression was no longer as calm as before.

The scene was quiet for about two seconds after the shockwave.

Two seconds later, almost everyone reached the same conclusion.

difficult.

This struggle for the Source of God in the High Dimensional Realm is far more difficult than expected.

When we were out there, everyone had some expectations.

A higher-dimensional secret realm, of course, is bound to be dangerous.

But those present were the world's top demigods.

Twenty-one.

What kind of lineup is this?

It could destroy the world.

No matter how great the difficulties, if twenty-one demigods pile them up, they can always find a way out.

But now?

They'd only been inside for two minutes.

The war hasn't even started yet.

We don't even know what the enemy looks like.

With just one opening line—a shockwave—a quarter of the people present were rendered useless as sacrificial offerings.

If this were in a game, it would be equivalent to a team of max-level players going to raid a new dungeon.

The cutscene hadn't even finished playing yet.

Someone in the group has already lost so much health that the survival mechanism has been triggered.

Is this supposed to be a market?

The problem is, nobody will back down.

Retreat? Retreat to where?

The source of God is here.

The opportunity to reach the Origin level is right in front of us.

If we don't take a gamble!

Then why be a demigod?

Go home and farm.

So, despite their grim expressions and solemn expressions, no one showed any intention of backing down.

Wang Cang's old eyes narrowed again.

He was quickly analyzing the attack pattern of the shockwave.

Attacks from such high-dimensional realms are indeed difficult to deal with.

However, this does not mean there are no countermeasures at all.

He noticed at least one detail—although the shockwave was terrifying in intensity, it was released in a single burst.

It is not continuous.

What does this tell us?

This indicates that the "cleaning mechanism" of this secret realm has a cooldown period.

Or rather, there is energy consumption.

It cannot launch attacks of this level indefinitely.

If we can get through the initial cleansing phase, there may still be a long road ahead.

Of course, the word "perhaps" should be questioned.

however--

Wang Cang hadn't even had a chance to voice his analysis yet.

There was movement again on the horizon.

This time it wasn't a shockwave.

It was a vibration.

"Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump."

The frequency was slow, but each beat made the golden ground beneath their feet tremble.

Wang Cang's brows furrowed instantly.

Old Ge also sensed it.

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's gaze was simultaneously fixed on the distant horizon.

At first, it was just a thin golden line, like the horizon being drawn with a gold pen.

Then the line got thicker and wider.

And then—everyone saw it clearly.

Those aren't lines.

It's a wave.

A golden wave.

It was rolling towards them with unstoppable force along the vast, boundless golden plain.

The speed wasn't particularly fast, but the sense of pressure was immense—

This caused more than half of the demigods present to clench their fists instinctively.

As the wave drew closer, everyone finally saw the true nature of those "waves".

It's not a joke.

are people.

To be precise—they were giants.

Golden giants.

Each one is fifteen meters tall.

The body size is standard human proportions, but it has been enlarged proportionally to a suffocating degree.

Their skin, or rather their shell, is pure gold.

That gold color wasn't from paint applied on, nor from reflected light.

It comes from inside their bodies.

Just as their flesh and blood were cast from gold.

They were wearing long white robes.

The white was so pure that it was almost dazzling under the golden light.

The style of the robe is very ancient, unlike the clothing of any known civilization.

But what's most creepy is their faces.

Each giant wore a mask on its face.

A golden mask.

The expressions on the masks are all the same—smiling.