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

Meanwhile, on the border of Sheikha.

Dozens of saints stood in front of the defensive line, all their eyes fixed on the northern horizon. Almost at the same time, all the saints present sensed it.

At the northern horizon...

Two figures were approaching at an incredibly terrifying speed.

Accompanying the two figures was an overwhelming dragon's might.

Then, everyone saw it.

Two dragons.

One strip is silver-white, the other is gray-green.

Although one of the silver-white wings showed obvious signs of new growth and its flight posture was slightly unstable, its speed was no slower than before.

Each flap of the wings stirs up a cold current that causes a layer of frost to form on the defense line dozens of kilometers away.

The gray-green one is slightly smaller.

But the poisonous mist surrounding it made it look like a moving cloud of miasma.

Wherever it went, even the air rotted.

They are still alive.

Both source-level entities are still alive.

The Spine of God—wasn't killed.

This incident left every saint present with a heavy feeling in their heart, a feeling they couldn't quite describe.

Li Podi gripped the Miao sword tightly in his hand.

His jaw clenched so hard it made a cracking sound.

Lu Xingchen's expression was also serious, but there was also a hint of confusion in his seriousness.

Zhou Yi raised the broken sword in his hand, his eyes filled with a sense of despair.

The reactions of others were similar, but what truly sent chills down everyone's spine was...

It's not just those two dragons.

Behind the two dragons, the sky was a dark, oppressive mass.

Dozens of enormous war dragons formed a cone-shaped formation, like a death legion descending from the sky.

Its wingspan blots out the sky, its shadow obscures the sun.

These sub-dragons were not as large as the two dragon kings mentioned earlier, but each of them exuded an aura at the Saint level.

Dozens of Saint-level sub-dragons, plus two Origin-level Dragon Kings.

This lineup...

No one on the defense line harbored any illusions anymore.

How big is the gap between a Saint and a Source-level being?

Those present didn't need anyone to explain this common knowledge to them.

Even a demigod would be easy prey against a source-level being, let alone a saint.

If ten Saints besiege a Source-level being, the most likely outcome is that all ten Saints will perish.

The source-level doesn't even need to catch its breath.

This is not an exaggeration.

This is reality.

But no one backed down.

Not a single step.

Dozens of saints stood there, at the forefront of the northern border.

Behind them were the defense lines, behind the defense lines were towns, behind the towns were villages, and behind the villages were the figures of millions of ordinary people evacuating overnight.

There's no escaping it.

If they clear this way, those two Source-level beings will lead dozens of sub-dragons in and charge in.

The evacuation team that followed was completely wiped out.

So there's no choice; we have to stop it even if we can't.

I'd rather die here.

Their greatest value lies in dying here!

The next moment, Lu Xingchen made the first move.

He didn't shout any slogans or give any pre-battle mobilization. He just took a deep breath, then stomped his foot, and a blue domain exploded from beneath his feet, spreading outwards like ripples on the surface of water.

The moment his domain expanded, the space within a radius of several hundred meters around him suddenly became heavy.

A faint bluish light appeared in the air.

Immediately afterward, Li Podi followed.

He plunged the Miao sword into the ground, and a golden aura spread out from the blade.

Then there's Li Qinghong.

Then there's Zhou Yi.

Then there's Qin Lie.

One after another, the realms of saints unfolded, with lights of various colors intertwining.

Blue, white, red, gold, jet black—the entire defensive line was instantly covered by dozens of layers of superimposed domains.

From the air, the scene looked like dozens of bonfires of different colors had been lit on the wasteland.

Each pile wasn't very big, but they were gathered together.

It also had a touch of tragic grandeur.

come on.

Anyway, there's no other way.

……

The dragon horde is getting closer and closer.

100 kilometers.

Fifty kilometers.

Twenty kilometers.

The ground began to shake violently.

The dragon's shadow in the sky was so large that it covered half of the moon.

The leading ice dragon king, Kross, opened his massive maw, and a ball of icy blue dragon breath was gathering deep within his mouth.

The temperature plummeted. Several kilometers ahead of the defensive line, the air froze into ice crystals, which then drifted down from the sky.

The poisonous mist on Olivia, the Poison Dragon King, spread even faster.

The grayish-green miasma had spread to the skies above the defensive line, and some saints standing on the edge began to feel their skin go numb.

In a few seconds, the dragon's breath will descend.

Could dozens of Saint-level domains stacked together withstand a full-force attack from two Origin-level beings?

The answer is no.

Everyone knows this, but no one is withdrawing from the field.

Lu Xingchen pursed his lips into a thin line.

The veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his eyes were fixed on the approaching silver-white dragon.

Li Podi pulled the Miao sword from the ground and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

The white aura on the blade flickered, like a furnace fire that had burned down to ashes in the morning.

The dragon's breath is about to be unleashed in the next moment.

The icy blue light expanded to its maximum within Kross's mouth.

However, at this very moment...

Suddenly, three energy fluctuations erupted in everyone's perception.

The direction is not north.

It's to the south.

The direction of Longjing.

The three energy fluctuations came unexpectedly and were so intense that the domains of every saint present trembled.

Lu Xingchen turned his head sharply, his pupils shrinking.

The next moment, in everyone's perception.

On the southern horizon.

Three streaks of light were approaching at an incredible speed.

A crimson line.

A pale line.

A pitch-black darkness.

How fast were the three streaks of light?

From sensing the energy fluctuations to seeing three streaks of light appear in my field of vision.

Less than two seconds passed in between.

From appearing in sight to reaching the battlefield—a single breath.

In the blink of an eye.

"boom--!!"

Three streaks of light crashed directly into the dragon formation.

Then, the sky fell.

Or rather, it looked like the sky had fallen.

The crimson streak of light collided with Kross's dragon breath.

The explosive wave generated by the collision of the two energies directly shaved off a layer of ground within a radius of more than ten kilometers.

The earth was lifted up as if someone had peeled off the crust of a pancake.

The pale white light intercepted Olivia head-on.

The moment the two collided.

The miasma that the Poison Dragon King had just released was torn apart by a brutal and unreasonable force.

The gray-green poisonous fog exploded into countless fragments in the air.

The jet-black light plunged headlong into the dragon array behind it.

Wherever it went, the Saint-level war dragons were bounced to both sides like flies being swatted.

At that moment, the entire sky trembled.

The earth's crust is shaking.

Cracks spread outwards from the center of the collision, and several towns behind the defensive line that had already been evacuated collapsed halfway due to the tremors.

A large-scale landslide occurred on a mountain dozens of kilometers away.

A muffled rumbling sound, like thunder, came from further away.