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

Dragon blood and human blood mingled and fell from the sky.

It fell into that newly formed ocean, dyeing the seawater a color that was hard to describe.

Time passed by, second by second.

Every second felt like walking on a knife's edge.

Behind the defensive line, the saints gritted their teeth.

I wish I could bite my lips until they bleed!

Eleven minutes have passed since the three predecessors began burning their source energy.

In eleven minutes, the evacuation team at the rear advanced nearly forty kilometers.

At this rate, the main evacuation team will be able to enter the underground fortifications in the south in another fifteen to twenty minutes.

But the question is—can the three seniors hold out for another fifteen minutes?

The cracks on Wang Zhenyue's body had spread to his face.

The movement was noticeably slower than at the beginning; the shield was raised a beat slower, and it was hit twice by Kroos's dragon tail.

Each time he was hit, a piece of his body would break off.

Like cracked earth, it peels away, revealing the primordial light burning beneath.

Jiang Hongyi and Wu Qiankun are very similar.

It is visibly clear to the naked eye that Jiang Hongyi's left leg is gone.

The primordial fire completely engulfed her left leg from within her body.

She is currently suspended in mid-air by pure energy.

Although his marksmanship remained sharp.

But the frequency of firing is not the same as before!

Wu Qiankun's golden giant is now less than 300 meters tall.

His own body had begun to become semi-transparent—a sign that his source was about to be exhausted.

They can't hold out for fifteen minutes.

As a result, the situation on the battlefield is deteriorating rapidly.

As time went by, Klose clearly lost patience.

He discovered a fact—the three demigods' essence was burning at a slower rate than he had anticipated.

They are deliberately controlling their output, using minimal consumption to maintain maximum entanglement time.

In other words, they weren't working themselves to the bone.

They are grinding.

He used his own life as an hourglass, letting it slip away grain by grain.

That's enough.

Cross's voice was squeezed out from deep in his throat, icy cold.

He couldn't wait any longer.

If you're going to explode, then explode.

He can take the hit at worst. With his Origin-level physique and the inherent regenerative abilities of the dragon race.

While the self-destruction of a peak demigod is painful, it's not fatal.

Rather than wasting time being dragged along by three ants, it's better to just run them over.

The moment he made the decision, Klose's aura suddenly surged.

On the silvery-white dragon's body, all the scales stood up simultaneously once again.

A rich, icy blue energy surged from the gaps between each scale.

Visibly, his body was rapidly expanding, from the original two hundred meters to three hundred meters, four hundred meters, and in the blink of an eye, he had become a giant of a thousand meters!

The dragon's might is fully unleashed, no longer held back.

"Olivia."

After doing all that, Klose spoke again, his voice like a glacier breaking: "Let's get serious."

Olivia's vertical pupils flickered.

She understood what Clos meant.

No longer caring about self-destruction, they went all out to crush the enemy!

The next moment, both Dragon Kings unleashed their power simultaneously.

When the two Dragon Kings unleashed their full power, everyone truly understood what the Source level meant.

After Kross's dragon body swelled to a size of a thousand meters, he simply opened his mouth.

There was no gathering of energy, no chanting, and not even any superfluous movements.

Then, the world stopped.

This is not a metaphor.

It's literally stopped.

Centered on Kloss, the space within a radius of tens of kilometers was frozen in that instant.

The air froze, the light stopped, and even sound was locked in its path.

The still churning seawater was frozen in mid-air, wave after wave, remaining motionless in its swirling motion.

The scattered pebbles, ashes, and fragments of energy floating in the air—all frozen in time.

It's as if someone pressed the pause button.

Olivia's side is equally terrifying.

Her poisonous fog was no longer poisonous fog, but transformed into a dark purple domain that covered the entire sky.

Within this area, all organic matter is decaying at an accelerated rate.

Even the space itself was being eroded by her toxins, emitting a faint "crackling" sound.

And this... is the source level.

Unreserved Source-level power!

……

Wang Zhenyue's body shattered completely at that moment.

The shockwave from Kroos's full-force attack struck his shield head-on. The shield didn't shatter, but the right half of his body disintegrated into points of light.

He was sent flying.

As he flew out, his consciousness began to fade.

This time, however, it wasn't the same kind of confusion that preceded the coma.

Rather, it is a kind of daze from the depths of the soul.

A revolving lantern.

He knew what it was.

Everyone who is about to die goes through this process.

In the final moments when the source is exhausted, the soul will automatically revisit the most important moments of its life.

The screen started flickering.

It happened very quickly, so quickly it felt like someone was frantically flipping through a photo album.

Before he turned eighteen...

Divine Xia was not a world power like it is now, and it didn't have as many powerful individuals back then.

Furthermore, it is suppressed by other countries at every turn.

From that moment on, he vowed to successfully change jobs and become a cornerstone for Sheikha's rise to power!

Time flows on...

At eighteen, I changed jobs.

A boy as thin as a bamboo pole stood in front of the entrance to the secret realm, clutching a shield taller than himself.

The instructor next to him said, "With your small frame, can you even carry that?" He grinned and said, "I have to carry it even if I can't."

Forty-two years old, a saint.

It was raining heavily the night of the breakthrough, and he stood alone in the open space outside the military camp.

I tilted my head back and let the rain splash on my face.

He was laughing like a fool.

Fifty-seven years old, demigod.

He lost his right arm that day.

It was severed during a battle with a foreign race.

But on the same day, he stepped into the realm of demigods.

When asked if it was worth it, he replied, "Trading an arm for a demigod is a huge win. From now on, Divine Sheikh has a true shield protecting the nation!"

Time accelerates again…

Join the Night's Watch.

On the day of the oath, he stood before the gates of the Pantheon and recited the oath.

Since I am a lamp, I will not rest until I have burned out...

After reading it aloud, he muttered to himself, "Who wrote these words? They're so literary."

Then, he was seriously injured.

He couldn't remember the details of that battle very clearly.

All I remember is that when I finally collapsed, I saw the sky of Sherlock.

It's very blue and very clean.

And then I knew nothing more.

The Pantheon.

Crystal coffin.

The energy of the dragon vein.

A long...dreamless slumber.

Finally... I woke up.

……

Jiang Hongyi's revolving lantern was much quieter than Wang Zhenyue's.

Her life was not particularly eventful.

Job change, level up, fight, advance.

Fight again, break through again.

She was quiet, didn't like making friends, and didn't like attending military gatherings.

She only did one thing in her life—become stronger.

Then they used that strength where it was needed.