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

"Yuanlong".

After a short while, Zhou Yi spoke.

"exist."

"After I leave, I'll leave the East China Sea to you."

Zhao Yuanlong frowned: "Legion Commander, I'll go with you."

"no."

Zhou Yi shook his head: "We just finished fighting in the East China Sea, so our defenses can't be left empty."

"The Water-Banned Tribe won't behave!"

"You have to hold on in this situation!"

"After all, you are already a saint!"

Zhao Yuanlong was silent for two seconds; he knew Zhou Yi was right.

The threat from the East China Sea has not been completely eliminated.

Although the Water Forbidden Tribe suffered losses in the previous conflict, no one can guarantee that they won't cause trouble at this critical juncture.

Furthermore, thanks to Gu Xu's help, he has already broken through to the Quasi-Saint level...

He became a true saint.

To put it bluntly, even if Zhou Yi were to die in battle, his army could still take his place.

"clear."

Zhao Yuanlong nodded, his voice muffled.

Zhou Yi patted him on the shoulder without saying anything more.

He turned and walked out of the command room.

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously at the bases of the 18th Legion of the Shenxia Empire.

Li Qinghong, the commander of the Vermilion Bird Legion, led her elite troops.

The first group stepped into the teleportation array.

Zhang Yue, the commander of the Xuanwu Legion, entered the teleportation array without even having time to change his clothes.

The Taotie Legion, the Qiongqi Legion, the Zhulong Legion...

One after another, elite troops poured out.

The spatial fluctuations of the teleportation array reached an unprecedented peak that night.

The teleportation halls at each base operate almost every few seconds.

The beam of light flickered so fast that cracks appeared in the surrounding space.

……

Five minutes, just five minutes.

On the northern border of Shenxia, ​​the defensive line that was originally only occupied by the Zhu Rong Legion has now been transformed into an iron fortress.

Dozens of Saint-level powerhouses stood at the forefront of the defensive line.

They came from different legions, wore different colored battle robes, and carried all sorts of weapons.

But at this moment, their eyes were all looking in the same direction.

north.

The light on the horizon has changed.

The once pitch-black night sky now faintly revealed a strange, dark red halo at the northern horizon.

The halo didn't look like flames; it looked more like something was tearing the atmosphere apart.

An overwhelming sense of oppression washed over me.

That is the energy radiation generated when a source-level unit approaches.

Although the distance was still far, the oppressive feeling that made one's bones itch was already crystal clear.

Dozens of saints sensed it at the same time.

No one speaks.

But many people's hands unconsciously tightened around their weapons.

Lu Xingchen stood at the front of the crowd, his brows furrowed tightly.

Li Podi stood beside him, his Miao sword held horizontally in front of his chest, his thumb rubbing the hilt.

The two looked at each other but said nothing.

At the same time, a heavy military transport vehicle drove from the direction of the teleportation array.

After the vehicle came to a stop, several military technicians wearing special protective suits jumped out of the vehicle.

They carefully moved a metal box about three meters long down.

The box is entirely black, and its surface is covered with suppressive sealing runes.

The runes glowed a dark gold color as the box was placed on the ground.

The surrounding air temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.

The spine of God has arrived.

The gazes of dozens of saints swept over the box in unison, then returned to their own.

They all knew what it was.

Everyone knows what that means.

The atmosphere quieted down. So quiet that you could hear the howling wind sweeping across the Gobi Desert.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for that thing to arrive.

……

Above the Ural Ridge Mountains within the territory of the Northern League.

Andrei is flying at full speed.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that his face was extremely pale at this moment.

His face was covered in a mixture of blood and dust, and his clothes were torn open at the left chest.

A deep wound, revealing bone, was exposed underneath.

The edges of the wound had a pale green sheen—that was the mark of toxins.

As the only Origin-level powerhouse in the Northern Alliance, Andre faced an attack from three Origin-level beings from the Dragon King's Court.

It lasted for less than twenty minutes.

twenty minutes.

He used every means at his disposal, shattering three substitute items and burning nearly ten percent of his Origin-level essence, before he could barely fight his way out of the encirclement.

But the cost was that the western section of the Ural Ridge defense line completely collapsed.

He didn't turn around to look at the defensive line behind him, which was ablaze with flames.

Because he knew that going back would mean certain death.

Three against one, there's no doubt about it.

His only option was to run south, towards Sheikha.

"Direct one or two of the source-level forces toward Shenxia to disperse the enemy's forces."

This was his only thought.

Although it is very unethical to do this!

But... what's the value of morality in the face of a Source-level being?

Even if doing so would completely offend Sherlock.

Because if we don't draw the signal ourselves, the entire defense line will collapse within two hours.

At that time, it won't be hundreds of thousands who die, it will be tens of millions.

So he had no choice but to run.

They ran for their lives in the direction of Shenxia.

About forty kilometers behind him, two figures were hot on his heels.

Ice Dragon King Kroos.

Olivia, the Poison Dragon King.

Two Origin-level powerhouses from the Dragon King's Court.

At this moment, Kross's size is somewhere between human and dragon.

The upper body retains a humanoid outline, but the arms have transformed into dragon claws covered in silvery-white scales.

A pair of ice-blue dragon wings spread out behind it, leaving a layer of frost flowers in the air with each flap.

His pupils were vertical, ice-blue, and as cold as the bottom of a deep winter lake.

Olivia, on the other hand, is a relatively slender figure.

She maintained a completely human form—a female figure wearing a dark purple dress.

However, the skin tone appeared an unnatural grayish-green.

With each breath, a wisp of faint green smoke would drift from her mouth and nose.

The two dragon kings pursued at a leisurely pace.

They are fully capable of catching up with Andrei within ten seconds.

But they didn't rush to take action.

Because they sensed Andrei's intentions.

Head south.

Lead them in the direction of another human nation.

Klose chuckled through his nose: "This bug is quite clever."

"He wants his own kind to take the blow for him?"

Olivia did not laugh.

She tilted her head, her vertical pupils flashing in the darkness: "Let him lead us wherever he wants. It's just killing a few more bugs."

Kross scoffed, "Humans do know how to scheme against each other. Interesting."

The two continued their pursuit, maintaining their pace.

For them, it didn't matter where Andrei ran.

Is the territory ahead the territory of the Northern Alliance or the territory of the Divine Xia Empire?

It makes no difference to them.

In the cognitive system of the Yalong Royal Court, the human race on the entire Blue Star is nothing more than native ants from a lower dimension.

A border between ants?

who cares?