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

"Well--!"

Asahi Sakura's body suddenly stiffened, a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and she fell two meters from mid-air before barely managing to regain her balance.

But everyone could see that her condition was extremely poor.

His face was as white as a corpse, and his lips were completely bloodless.

The white kimono she was wearing had several large holes burned through it, revealing her skin underneath, which was also covered in burns.

Her professional background was not particularly solid to begin with.

Among these demigods, her level was not bad.

However, compared to veteran peak players like Wang Cang, Jacob, and Yuta Hima, their foundation is far inferior.

She's pushed herself to her limit by holding on until now.

"Asahizakura! Step back!"

Yamamoto Furukawa's voice came from another direction.

Asaha Sakura didn't try to be brave.

She knew that staying on the front lines would only be a burden.

Therefore, he could only endure the excruciating pain of his body's essence being burned and stagger backward.

But she wasn't the only one in danger on the battlefield.

The two demigods of South India—Yegash and Vijam—are in equally precarious condition.

Yegash, this fat guy, is a fire-type professional.

He cultivates a style that combines fire magic with spiritual power.

Looking at the global demigods, he is definitely a top-tier player in the second tier.

But here, his fire attribute becomes the one that is restrained.

The Sun God is the embodiment of fire, so Jegash's domain and fire skills are completely ineffective against him.

Moreover, the scorching heat of the Heavenly Wrath affects everyone equally.

However, Jeghash himself was physically weak and his career path leaned towards mental strength, so his physical endurance was far inferior to that of demigods who focused on physical strength.

As a result, his domain has now shrunk to a point that is very close to his body, covering an area of ​​no more than three meters.

The golden light was so dim it was almost invisible, and it could go out at any moment.

Wijam's situation is similar.

The area, under the continuous scorching of the blazing sun and storm, has begun to crack and melt.

These two people give the impression that they might collapse at any moment.

That feeling of being on the verge of collapse was so real that it made those around them feel heartbroken.

But what surprised everyone the most was Ivan.

One of the strongest demigods in the Northern League.

This burly, middle-aged man with a thick beard and hair cultivated the ice-based martial arts.

The realm is ice-blue; in the eternal winter city of the Northern Alliance, this person is winter itself.

It is said that his domain expanded afterward.

Temperatures within a radius of hundreds of kilometers will drop to below zero or even 100 degrees Celsius.

If ranked by strength, Ivan is definitely among the top five demigods present.

In terms of hierarchy, foundation, and depth of expertise.

He and Wang Cang should be on the same level.

But at this moment, Ivan's condition was even worse than that of the "weaker" demigods.

The reason is simple—attribute advantage.

Ice type, against fire type.

And it wasn't ordinary fire.

It was the power of the blazing sun released by a level 115 being who once single-handedly ignited the entire divine realm with his blazing sun.

This restraint is not simply a matter of doubling the damage.

Rather, it's suppression at the very root of one's profession.

So much so that his icy blue domain.

It began to evaporate at a visible rate from the very start of the battle.

White mist was constantly rising from the surface of the area.

That's a phenomenon caused by the forced evaporation of ice-type energy by the power of the blazing sun.

Each wisp of mist rising signifies a significant loss of his spiritual energy.

While others lose 3% of their health per second, he might lose 6% or even 9%.

While others' territory might be reduced by 70%, his could be reduced by 90%.

This is how attribute advantage manifests at this level.

Twenty minutes ago, Ivan's domain could still be maintained within a range of more than ten meters.

Now, his domain has shrunk to less than two meters, with a thin layer of ice-blue light film clinging tightly to his body, like a last piece of armor, but this armor is full of cracks.

"Damn it!"

Ivan scanned his own status with his mental power, then his face turned ashen and he cursed under his breath.

His lips were pressed tightly together into a line.

After all, at this point, his problem was no longer that he was in poor condition.

After being subjected to such restraint and torment for so long, his body was covered with burn marks.

A large patch of skin on his shoulder was charred black, and his left arm was noticeably less flexible than his right arm, and was even beginning to lose sensation.

In addition, he was experiencing a sharp, throbbing pain in his temples, as if he would faint at any moment.

But he knew he couldn't faint.

Because once he falls into a coma, he will never wake up.

It was at this moment that Ivan felt a profound sense of despair and helplessness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

You should know that Ivan is the undisputed leader in the Northern League.

Having lived most of his life in the public eye, he has witnessed countless grand occasions.

Never before had he felt this powerless.

It's not that we can't beat them, it's that there's simply no way we can fight them.

Before the Lord of the Blazing Sun, his abilities were practically nonexistent.

All he could do was use his domain to withstand the burning damage while trying to dodge the attacks of the Blazing Sun Guardians.

Output? Are you kidding me?

His ice-based attacks hit the Sun God, but they disappeared before even a few wisps of steam could be seen.

He is no longer a soldier.

It's a burden!

This feeling was even more unbearable for him than the scorching sun.

That's how things are on the battlefield.

Despair is spreading.

It is not just one person's despair, it is everyone's.

Wang Cang was working desperately, constantly changing his attack and defense strategies, from cone-shaped to needle-shaped and then to shield-shaped.

But every attempt was met with resistance.

Yuta Hima was fighting desperately. He had slashed with his sword countless times, and the muscles in his arms were beginning to lose sensation under the continuous high-intensity output.

But the guards he had slain stood up again the next second.

Jacob was fighting desperately, Skywalker was fighting desperately, Olivier was fighting desperately. Every demigod was giving it their all.

But what about the results?

The Lord of the Blazing Sun did not move an inch from beginning to end.

It stood there beneath the sphere, its crimson eyes calmly watching the struggling ants.

The golden longsword in his hand was never swung a second time.

For it, the wrath of the heavens is enough.

The rest is up to time.

Time will kill these invaders. Just as time kills everything.

It doesn't even need to do anything itself.

This feeling... is the most despairing.

You gave it your all, using all your abilities and trump cards.

But you're facing an opponent who doesn't even give you a second glance.

It wasn't because of underestimating its opponent, but because the difference in strength was so great that it really didn't need to take it seriously.

This is the gap between level 115 and level 100.

A difference of fifteen levels is enough to cause overwhelming defeat at the demigod level.

Moreover, the opponent's level has already exceeded the theoretical upper limit of the Source level.

This is not a matter of strength or weakness within the same system, but rather a dimensional reduction attack that transcends an entire dimension.