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

Jacob remained silent, his only remaining eye closing for a second before opening again.

He said nothing, but his aura expanded slightly at that moment.

It was as if they had squeezed out their last bit of strength.

The monk Tianxing clasped his hands together and silently moved his lips twice.

Olivier took a deep breath and gripped his weapon tightly.

Yamamoto Furukawa glanced back at Asaba Sakura.

Asaha Sakura's face was as white as paper, but she nodded to Yamamoto Furukawa.

The nod was small, but the meaning was clear.

She was determined to go for it too.

Even if she had reached her limit, even if her domain was shattered, even if death was the most likely outcome awaiting her.

She wanted to follow.

Jegas's eyes were red.

Vijam's body lay on the ground not far away, scorched beyond recognition by the intense heat of the sun.

He didn't go to see it, because he knew that once he did, the courage he had mustered would dissipate.

He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the sphere above his head.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused in the same direction.

The scorching sun burns my heart.

In an instant, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield changed.

The despair and dejection that had permeated the air for nearly half an hour ended with Wang Cang's roar.

A gash was forcibly torn open.

Although everyone knew in their hearts that this was probably their last gamble.

But at least, we are no longer passively waiting to die.

And on the other side-

The Lord of the Blazing Sun showed no reaction to any of this.

It still stood beneath the scorching sun, its crimson eyes calmly watching the dying creatures before it.

It does not need to react.

Self-destruction? And then what?

Even if the defenses of the Remnant Guard are breached, even if someone rushes to the front of the Blazing Sun's Heart, what difference will the outcome be?

They can't even penetrate the light film on the surface of the sphere.

I've already tried it before.

The old man in the gray area tried it, the samurai with the sword tried it, and the one-eyed light-elemental professional also tried it.

The result was the same; not even a trace was left.

So whatever choice these ants make—whether they charge, run away, or self-destruct—it doesn't matter.

For the Lord of the Blazing Sun, the outcome will not change.

It just needs to wait.

Wait until the wrath of the heavens burns these invaders to ashes one by one.

Time is its best weapon, and also its most ruthless.

In the face of time, all struggles are meaningless.

"Everyone! Get ready!"

Wang Cang's voice rang out again.

He took the pipe off his belt and weighed it in his hand.

Finally, he casually tossed it aside.

The tobacco pipe tumbled twice in the air before landing in front of Tang Yi.

Tang Yi looked down at the tobacco stalk lying at his feet, and his Adam's apple bobbed suddenly.

"Take this thing back with me."

Without turning his head, Wang Cang said, "This old man is taking his leave first."

The moment the words fell.

Wang Cang's aura began to fluctuate violently.

That grayish-white area was no longer in a defensive posture.

It began to contract rapidly, but as it contracted, its internal energy density was increasing wildly.

That feeling was like an infinitely compressed bomb.

The more you suppress it, the smaller it becomes; the smaller it becomes, the more deadly it is.

Fine cracks began to appear on Wang Cang's skin, through which a grayish-white light shone.

That was a sign that the power of the primordial source was about to overflow.

A demigod self-destructing their origin is not a complicated operation.

To put it simply, it's about unleashing all the professional essence cultivated throughout one's life in an instant.

The accumulation of over two hundred years by a peak demigod.

It releases cleanliness within one second.

This energy is enough to turn everything within a radius of tens of kilometers into ashes.

Tang Yi's eyes were already red.

But he didn't try to stop them, because he knew he couldn't.

Once Wang Cang has made a decision, no one can stop him.

Old Ge clenched his fist.

His body trembled slightly.

All the demigods behind him tensed up.

We are ready to charge.

Their condition was poor; their mental strength was depleted, their bodies were covered in wounds, and their domains were in ruins.

But their eyes were bright; they were the eyes of men preparing to die.

The cracks on Wang Cang's body are increasing...

The grayish-white light grew stronger.

The space around him began to distort violently, even suppressing the scorching heat released by the Lord of the Blazing Sun.

three seconds.

In a maximum of three seconds, the origin will reach the critical point.

At that time, the sky will collapse and the earth will split open.

two seconds.

One second—

However... just as the source within Wang Cang's body was about to break through the critical point...

Without warning, a thick black fog appeared in everyone's sight.

It was as if a bucket of ink had been poured over the entire sky, gushing out from all directions at once.

The black fog was so dark it was almost tangible.

Each wisp of mist carried a chilling aura, the complete opposite of the scorching heat of the Sun God, a suffocating oppression.

"What?!?!"

Upon seeing this, Wang Cang's pupils suddenly contracted.

Not just him.

All the demigods present were stunned the moment the black mist appeared.

Then, they discovered something even more horrifying.

I can't move myself.

It wasn't out of fear, nor was it out of intimidation.

Instead, the body was directly locked in place by some kind of force.

It felt as if an invisible giant hand was gripping every muscle, every bone, and every wisp of spiritual energy in my entire body.

Unable to move.

The primal power within Wang Cang that was about to erupt was forcibly suppressed at the same instant.

He was just held down like that, abruptly.

This feeling left Wang Cang's mind blank for a full two seconds.

You must know, he was a peak demigod.

A peak demigod is self-destructing his origin.

The intensity of that impending explosion was so great that even a demigod of the same level couldn't stop it, let alone an ordinary person.

But now, it's been pushed back.

It was pressed back down easily and cleanly.

It's like an adult pressing down on a child's raised fist.

The disparity in strength was so great that there was no room for resistance.

What's going on?

This was the only thought left in Wang Cang's mind.

The other demigods reacted even more dramatically. Tang Yi, Elder Ge, Yuta Rima, Jacob… all of them had expressions of utter shock on their faces.

They were already in enough despair before the Lord of the Blazing Sun.

And now another one has appeared?

however--

Amidst the overwhelming black fog, a voice rang out.

"I said, Mr. Wang."

The voice was very casual, like the tone of someone chatting casually after a meal, without any tension or seriousness.

"You're already this old, why are you still causing us so much worry?"

"Why are you playing the self-destruct strategy?"

As soon as the sound rang out, Wang Cang felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

He recognized the voice; he recognized it all too well.

"If you really blow yourself up, how am I supposed to explain this to Minister Li and Minister Zhang when I get back? Those two old leaders will be sitting there questioning me—'Gu Xu, where's Old Master Wang?'"

"I can't exactly tell them—oh, it's blown up."

"How am I supposed to explain that situation?"