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

After saying this, Wang Cang didn't look at the reactions of the others. He reached into his waist and pulled something out.

Tobacco stalks.

That old object that had been with him for who knows how many years.

With its copper mouthpiece and iron rod, the pipe was polished to a shine; everyone present who knew Wang Cang recognized it.

Wang Cang brought the pipe to his lips and took a deep drag.

Then--

Everyone's pupils contracted simultaneously.

Because the smoke coming out of that pipe wasn't the normal grayish-white color.

是绿色的。

It resembled a greenish-yellow mist formed from some kind of condensed liquid.

Smoke billowed from Wang Cang's mouth and nose, swirling around him.

Instead of dispersing, it clung to his skin like a living thing and then burrowed inside.

From the pores, from the veins, from the cracks in the field.

All the green smoke entered Wang Cang's body.

The next moment, things changed.

Wang Cang's aura began to rise rapidly.

The mental energy that had been consumed during the advance surged back at this moment.

It's like someone refilled a nearly dried-up reservoir.

Visibly, the gray-white aura around him suddenly surged.

The cracks on the surface of the domain, which had been so dull that it was on the verge of shattering, were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The light went from dim to bright, and from bright to dazzling.

The boundaries of the domain are expanding.

It expanded until it reached the limit that his level could bear—the peak of demigod.

Not only the realm, but also the physical body is changing.

His body, which had been slightly fatigued from the long and intense battle, now seemed to be infused with some kind of life force.

The muscles tensed up again, and the bones made a faint "clicking" sound.

His eyes went from tired to sharp.

His overall condition went from "at his last gasp" to "peak performance".

All the demigods present sensed the change in this aura.

Old Ge's eyes widened: "Old Wang! What are you doing...?"

Tang Yi's expression also changed. He stared at the pipe in Wang Cang's hand as if he were seeing it for the first time.

The demigods from other factions also showed unusual expressions.

Because they knew very well how bad Wang Cang's condition had been just now.

Nearly 40% of his mental energy was depleted, his domain was severely worn, and his physical strength was also declining.

But now—

Full health and full mana, and even beyond full health.

What exactly is inside this pipe?

Wang Cang offered no explanation.

He simply took another drag, letting the green smoke completely dissipate into his body.

Then he put the tobacco stick back on his waist.

"Alright."

Wang Cang stretched his neck, and his joints made a crisp cracking sound.

His gaze swept over everyone present and landed on the golden-armored warrior in the distance.

The level 115 Sun God Lord calmly gazed at this side with his crimson eyes.

It still didn't move.

But Wang Cang knew that its stillness did not mean it would not move; it was simply waiting, waiting for these ants to make their own choice.

Is it to kneel down and wait to die, or to stand up and die?

Wang Cang chose the latter.

"Gentlemen—"

He glanced at the crowd behind him one last time: "Those who want to smoke, smoke; those who want to curse, curse; those who want to leave a message for their families, leave it now."

"Once the fight starts, there won't be any time left."

After saying that, Wang Cang's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, and he charged fiercely towards the Blazing Sun God Lord in front of him.

……

The rain came without warning.

"Boom!"

A muffled thunderclap boomed in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, large raindrops poured down from the night sky, hitting the scorched earth, the remains of the dragon corpse, and the faces of every saint.

"Boom!"

The thunder was still rumbling, but no one's attention was on the rain.

Because on the northern horizon, a crimson light was expanding at a visible speed.

Where it passed, the rainwater evaporated into white mist before it even fell.

The entire sky looked as if someone had poked a hole in it with a red-hot iron rod.

The hole is moving this way at high speed.

"They're here."

Someone whispered something.

All the saints' eyes were fixed on that crimson light.

Lu Xingchen's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He had just thought that with Gu Xu around, another Source-level being wouldn't be a problem.

But when that crimson light actually appeared in sight...

His body honestly told him—this was different.

The oppressive feeling was far stronger than that of Cloos and Olivia combined.

The red light drew ever closer.

From a single point, it becomes a line, and then a vast outline.

Then--

"Bang!!"

Ignatius has arrived.

He did not slow down.

From supersonic flight to a sudden stop, there was no transition in between; it abruptly halted its movement, hovering at an altitude of about three thousand meters above the northern defense line.

The shockwave generated the instant he came to a stop to rip the rain curtain within a radius of several kilometers.

Countless raindrops turned into steam in the high-temperature air waves, and were then rolled into a white mist ring by the gale, spreading in all directions from Ignatius as the center.

All the saints finally saw the full form of this Fire Dragon King.

Its entire body was covered in crimson scales, and a dark red light, like magma, flowed between the gaps in each scale.

Although the dragon's body was not as huge as Kross's.

But the sense of oppression it gives off is several levels stronger.

the reason is simple.

temperature.

The temperature emanating from him was terrifying.

Although he was suspended three thousand meters in the air, the saints on the ground could already feel the scorching heat coming towards them.

It's as if someone has moved a sun overhead.

The air around him twisted violently, and the light was refracted so sharply that Ignatius's outline appeared blurry when viewed from below.

It resembles a mass of magma that could explode at any moment.

"Damn it... what the hell is this thing?"

Zhou Yi swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

After all, just by standing there motionless, that guy turned the area within several kilometers into a steam room.

What if it takes action?

What if it swoops down?

What if all the magma between the crevices of those scales poured down?

No one dared to think about that scene.

Ignatius's attention was clearly not on the saints below, as his gaze was immediately fixed on the area on the ground.

Two enormous dragon corpses lay across the scorched earth, their silvery-white scales and gray-green scales particularly striking under the rain.

Clos and Olivia.

"Um?"

Upon seeing this, Ignatius's vertical pupils suddenly contracted into a pinhead-sized slit.

Earlier during the flight, he still held onto a sliver of hope, thinking that perhaps his aura was simply being shielded by some means.

But now he saw it with his own eyes: two corpses, real corpses.

The scales and armor dimmed, the dragon's breath dissipated, and the source returned to zero.

There wasn't even a trace of residual life force.

Dead, utterly dead.