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

However, the situation on the battlefield was far more chaotic than anyone had anticipated.

The energy ripples generated by the direct clash between three peak demigods and two Origin-level beings have far exceeded the scope of a conventional battle.

When the fourth shockwave swept in, the ground behind the defense line finally gave way.

"Boom!"

The earth's crust seemed to have been ripped open from the ground, rolling up in chunks, with cracks spreading outwards from the center of the battlefield in all directions at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow.

Some of the cracks are thousands of meters wide and bottomless, dark and gaping like entrances to the Earth's core.

Then, something even more thrilling happened.

It's unclear whether the underground water veins were breached or the shockwave directly shook the seawater from hundreds of kilometers away.

In short, seawater poured out from those huge cracks and filled the battlefield at an incredible speed!

In just a few minutes, a vast sea was transformed from the originally dry northern tundra.

The seawater surged and bubbled, burned by the energy overflowing from the battlefield. Large chunks of rubble and frozen soil floated on the surface, resembling a scene from the apocalypse.

Lu Xingchen was utterly shocked by what he saw!

"Raise the field! The water's coming!"

He gave the order in a hoarse voice.

The domains of dozens of saints simultaneously adjusted their angles, forming a water-resistant energy layer beneath their feet.

The seawater surged to the edge of the area and was bounced back, but the water level continued to rise.

Above that newly formed ocean, the real battle continues.

Wang Zhenyue's tattered dragon coiled around Kross's neck, its claws gripping the silvery-white scales tightly.

Kross furiously shook his head, each shake bringing with it a burst of icy blue dragon breath.

The dragon's breath swept across the sea, and the seawater instantly froze.

It was shattered by the golden light that erupted from Wang Zhenyue's shield in the next second.

The battle between Jiang Hongyi and Olivia was even more intense, with white calamity fire and dark purple poisonous mist constantly clashing in the air, the two forces waxing and waning.

Each collision tears a rift in space, and the light shining through the rift is so bright it hurts the eyes.

Wu Qiankun's golden giant was already in a dilapidated state.

More and more large holes appeared on his body, and golden fragments continued to peel off.

But he continued fighting, punching the Saint-level dragons again and again.

For every head that is knocked away, two more head take its place.

The three demigods are burning, heading towards true annihilation at an extremely rapid pace.

There is no doubt that Wang Zhenyue's body has begun to show cracks.

That was the backlash from the source on the physical body during the burning process.

A dark red light emanated from the cracks, as if magma was flowing within them.

Jiang Hongyi's red armor was completely shattered.

The old wound on his chest reopened, and dark blood gushed from it.

But she didn't stop shooting, continuing to stab Olivia with shot after shot.

Wu Qiankun was the most tragic of the three.

His white hair had all fallen out during the battle, his skin was as dry as tree bark, and his eye sockets were sunken. Anyone who saw him would think of the four words: "exhausted and dying."

Even so, they never retreated a step, and their beliefs never wavered!

The two Dragon Kings opposite them had much more complicated feelings.

Kross had shaken off Wang Zhenyue's broken dragon countless times, his silvery-white vertical pupils filled with irritation.

harm?

To be honest, the three demigods didn't cause him much real damage.

Every blow that landed on my body really hurt.

But it is far from threatening to life.

The problem is—he just can't get enough of playing.

These three people stuck to him like glue.

It was knocked away and then rushed back; it was smashed and then reformed.

Even though it was already at its last gasp, it just wouldn't give up.

This feeling made Clos extremely unhappy.

He is the Dragon King.

It is at the source level.

It is an existence at the very top of the food chain.

As a result, they were stuck here with three half-dead demigods, unable to move forward or backward.

Olivia's situation was similar.

Most of the poisonous mist was burned away by Jiang Hongyi's tribulation fire, and each time it was released again, it consumed a lot of power.

Although this amount of consumption is nothing for a source-level being.

But to be forced to this extent by a demigod is a disgrace in itself.

However, what truly made the two Dragon Kings cautious was not the damage they were currently experiencing.

Rather, it is a possibility.

Self-destruct.

The self-destruction of the demigod's origin.

Klose was not unfamiliar with this kind of thing.

They could even be said to be quite familiar with it.

Because in the planes he conquered, there were many cases of powerful beings who, having exhausted all other options, chose to self-destruct and perish together with others.

The self-destruction of an ordinary demigod is indeed insignificant to a Source-level being.

But peak demigods are different.

Especially the peak demigods who are burning their very essence.

The energy accumulated within their bodies has been catalyzed to its extreme by the primordial fire.

If you choose to detonate under these conditions...

Although that force cannot kill an Origin-level being, it can definitely cause considerable damage.

Kross already has the wounds left by the Spine of God.

The source is being eroded.

If he were to be hit by another self-destruction attack from a peak demigod...

He dared not gamble.

Olivia had clearly thought of this as well.

Her attacks became more conservative; she no longer unleashed her full power as before, but instead maintained a safe distance, using poison mist to whittle down her health from afar.

The two dragon kings' strategy was clear—to wear each other down.

Once the essence of these three demigods is exhausted, their bodies will disintegrate on their own.

By then, they won't be able to self-destruct even if they wanted to.

The three demigods on Sherlock's side were well aware of each other's thoughts.

They knew the other was waiting for them to die.

When they burn out the last drop of their essence, they fall like candles that have burned out.

But that's exactly what they wanted.

Because they just want to stall!

Every minute of delay allows the people in the rear to evacuate an additional kilometer.

If we delay for ten minutes, the evacuation team can enter the safe area.

Delaying until the body can no longer hold on—

Then, they blasted everything in the face of those two dragons.

That's their plan.

Simple, straightforward, and without any frills.

Trading life for time.

Time's up; trade your life for damage.

Therefore, a strange situation arose on the battlefield.

The two Source-level beings dared not launch a full-scale attack, fearing that pushing the other party too far would cause them to self-destruct prematurely.

The three demigods dared not unleash their full power, fearing that their source energy would burn too quickly and they wouldn't be able to sustain the evacuation process.

Both sides are scheming, playing a game, and waiting for the other to reveal a weakness first.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that a true tug-of-war had broken out on the battlefield.

Wang Zhenyue's shield repeatedly blocked Kross's dragon breath, only to be knocked back hundreds of meters before rushing back.

Jiang Hongyi's gun pierced Olivia's poisonous fog layer, but was bounced off the moment it touched the dragon scales. She used the recoil to retreat, adjust her angle, and stab again.

Wu Qiankun's golden giant was getting smaller and smaller, shrinking from three thousand meters to two thousand meters, and then to one thousand meters.

But it kept punching, smashing into those dragons again and again.