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

This is not a matter of courage or strength.

It's a math problem.

With unlimited resurrections and continuous enhancements, the rate of consumption far exceeds the rate of recovery.

Everyone is making a losing deal; the only difference is how quickly or slowly they lose money.

The cracks on the crimson sphere were clearly still widening.

No one knows what these giants will become in the next eruption.

Another enhancement?

Is the group of three now grouped into groups of ten?

Or will a new monster simply appear?

Nobody dared to gamble.

A silence lingered on the battlefield for about a minute.

In that minute, all the factions were fighting their own battles, but everyone was thinking about the same thing.

Ultimately, it was the celestial monks of South India who broke the silence.

"Gentlemen, the current situation is quite clear."

His gaze swept across the directions of all the forces present.

From Sherlock Holmes to the United States, from Europe to Japan, from the Northern League to himself.

"If we continue to fight our own battles, none of you here will make it out alive."

This statement is very straightforward, but no one refuted it.

"That sphere is the key."

The Celestial Monk pointed to the crimson light on the distant horizon: "As long as it continues to operate, these giants will never be exhausted. In fact, they will only grow stronger."

"As you all have probably noticed, with each eruption, the cracks widen. I dare not imagine what these giants will become after the next eruption."

He paused for a moment: "So, there's only one way. Join forces and charge forward to destroy the sphere."

After he finished speaking, the battlefield was silent for a few seconds.

Wang Cang remained silent.

He was waiting for other people's reactions.

After all, this kind of thing can't be accomplished just by him nodding.

There were at least seven or eight factions present.

The relationships between each faction are complex and intertwined.

Some are even in a state of hostility in reality.

How can we get these people to lower their guard and trust each other?

The difficulty is no less than breaking the sphere itself.

But to Wang Cang's surprise, the first to respond was Jacob.

"I agree."

The demigod of the Lighthouse Kingdom withdrew his angelic gaze and said decisively, "Continuing to drag this out will only lead to death, so let's take a gamble."

There was no hint of reluctance in his tone.

It could even be described as quite decisive.

This made Wang Cang think more highly of this person.

At least when faced with matters of principle, they remain clear-headed.

Next up is Olivier from Europa.

"Can."

Just two words, without any further statement.

On the Japanese mainland, Yamamoto Furukawa nodded after a few seconds of silence.

Yuta Hima added from the side, "We have no objections."

Ivan of the Northern League also agreed.

Finally, everyone's eyes fell on Wang Cang.

Wang Cang was not being pretentious.

He said directly, "Okay. Then tell me how to fight."

The plan was developed much faster than expected.

Because everyone involved is a seasoned professional, they are familiar with the basic framework of this kind of raid mission.

The core idea is simple: concentrate the strongest forces to clear the way, while the rest protect the flanks and rear.

Rush to the ball as fast as you can.

After a brief discussion lasting less than a minute, the division of labor was determined.

Assault Team: Wang Cang, Rima Yongtai, Jacob, Tianxing Seng, Ivan.

Five people, all top-tier demigod level fighters.

Their responsibility is to clear the way from the front and break through the giants' defenses.

Rear Guard Group: Yamamoto Furukawa, Tang Yi.

Both of them have a fighting style that leans towards defense and control, making them suitable for holding the rear and preventing giants from flanking them from behind.

Sweep away the two wings: Old Ge, Olivier, Asaba Sakura, and the other demigods.

Responsible for ensuring the safety of both sides of the team and clearing out any approaching giant squads.

The division of labor is clear and the goals are well-defined.

Everyone had only one goal—to rush to that crimson sphere and smash it.

"Set off."

Wang Cang gave the order without further ado.

The gray-white area unfolded first, transforming into a sharp cone shape.

It was pushed out towards the sphere.

The domain was like a giant wedge, forcefully driven into the sea of ​​giants.

The first giant crashed into the field and was sliced ​​in two by the tip of the field.

Golden fragments flew to both sides.

The second, the third, the fourth—they crashed into each other one after another, and shattered one after another.

Wang Cang was at the very front, like an icebreaker breaking through the floating ice.

With each step forward, giants were crushed by his domain.

Yuta Hima followed closely behind, his long sword transforming into a streak of silver light.

He fills in the gaps in Wang Cang's domain.

As the blade flashed, the giant's golden shell was sliced ​​open like paper.

Jacob's angelic gaze shot out from behind, over the heads of the two in the front row, and struck the giant squad that was trying to encircle them from a distance.

With each gaze that falls, a giant shatters.

The golden runes of the Celestial Monk formed a thin layer of protection above the group.

It's not used to block attacks, but to counteract the passive effect of the giant's rules being stripped away.

With this layer of protection, the wear and tear rate of the front-row trailers is significantly reduced.

Ivan was like a bulldozer.

This Northern Alliance Source-level expert didn't use any fancy techniques; it was pure brute force.

The area shone with an icy blue light, and each punch carried a chilling force that seemed to freeze everything.

The giants he hits don't shatter; instead, they are frozen into ice sculptures.

Then it was pulverized by the subsequent shockwave.

The five-person assault formation worked together seamlessly.

The giant ahead was being constantly torn apart, sliced, frozen, and crushed. Golden particles danced in the air like a strange golden blizzard.

Meanwhile, on either side of the group, Old Ge and Olivier each guarded one side.

Old Ge's fighting style is explosive, with each strike carrying terrifying destructive power.

A squad of giants near the flanks can usually take down two or three with a single punch.

The rest were left to the other demigods following behind to finish them off.

Olivier's sword was faster.

They could determine the giant's location almost without looking; they could do so simply by sensing it.

A flash of sword light, and one sword appeared; another flash, and yet another.

Their movements were clean and crisp, without any unnecessary actions, putting considerable pressure on Yamamoto Furukawa and Tang Yi, who were at the back.

The faster the advance, the more giants will surge up from behind.

They are like water, split open in the front and then closing up in the back.

They kept trying to outflank the team from behind.

For a time, the team steadily advanced through the sea of ​​giants.

One kilometer.

Ten kilometers.

Fifty kilometers.

One hundred kilometers.

……

Although the assault team's coordination was perfect, the density of the giant horde became increasingly terrifying as they got closer to the sphere.

At the very beginning, every step forward was met with the obstruction of about three to four hundred giants.

After reaching 500 kilometers, the number increased to 700.

Seven hundred kilometers, one thousand two hundred.

They have now advanced nearly a thousand kilometers.

As a result, for every hundred meters advanced, the number of giants to be crushed exceeded three thousand.

Wang Cang's gray-white domain was still at the forefront, but the light on the surface of the domain was at least 30% dimmer than when it set off.