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

No nonsense, no probing.

Gu Xu was like a meteorite flying backwards, directly against the Milky Way, crashing hard into the giant demon god that was thousands of meters tall!

However, just as Gu Xu launched his attack...

The group of demigods behind them were now experiencing firsthand what it meant for "gods to fight, mortals to suffer."

Leaving aside the demigods in other countries who have almost all knelt down.

Only Old Master Wang Cang could still frantically use his mental power to maintain the domain and hold on desperately.

That's how I managed to avoid completely collapsing.

But that old face was as white as freshly painted walls.

He turned his head and glanced at Tang Yi and Old Ge beside him.

He discovered that his two old friends were in an even worse situation than he was.

Tang Yi had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open, looking completely bewildered, as if wondering, "Who am I? Where am I?"

Old Ge was even more audacious; he seemed to have lost all his bones, kneeling limply in the void.

"Old Wang..."

Old Ge's lips trembled, and his voice slurred, "So...so we've experienced what the Lord of the Blazing Sun felt back then?"

Wang Cang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a wry smile, "You're really good at patting yourself on the back, aren't you? At least the Lord of the Blazing Sun could stand and fight for three thousand years, while we can't even stand up straight..."

You should know that when they faced the Lord of the Blazing Sun before, they also felt powerless and desperate.

But at least there was still a sliver of hope in my heart that "if we risk our lives, we might be able to bite off a piece of its flesh."

But now, facing this thing called Azazel?

There's no hope left in sight.

This thing, standing there, looks like a black mountain range stretching across the starry sky.

The mere existence of the object itself caused the surrounding space to crumble.

Their strength is no match for it...

It's probably similar to the dust in the crevices of its shell.

Even a wave of the wind could blow it apart.

Thinking of this, Wang Cang strained to lift his head and looked at the dark purple streak of light that was rushing upwards against the Milky Way in the distant starry sky, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Are we... really not able to help at all?"

He sighed softly as he said this.

His tone was complex, containing relief, heartache, and helplessness, but above all, a deep sense of powerlessness.

Thankfully, Sherlock has a successor.

The entire plane has finally welcomed a true leader.

What's heartbreaking is that the burden this young man will have to bear in the future is probably far greater than that of the old man who has guarded this alien plane for decades.

The reason for his helplessness was that, even though he was already a demigod, he couldn't help at all in this situation.

The helplessness they felt was the news they learned today about the [Old False Gods].

With so many feelings and so many thoughts swirling in his head, how could he not speak in a complicated tone?

Just as the group of demigods were feeling uneasy.

The style of the distant starry sky, however, has changed.

The colossal celestial beast known as Azazel reacted to Gu Xu, this reckless "little meteorite."

Visibly, the red light on that "face" with only one crack flickered slightly.

Then, he suddenly swung his right arm.

But this seemingly casual wave of the hand silenced the entire starry sky.

The dark golden bone blade, thousands of meters long, left no sound and no special effects as it slashed through the air.

But in the instant it passed by.

The space between Gu Xu and Azazel, which was originally relatively stable, was like a mirror that had been shattered by an invisible force.

With a "crack," it shattered into countless points of light.

Immediately afterwards, a dark golden arc of light, its width unknown, detached from the bone blade.

It was slashed out silently.

There was no wind, no burst of energy.

The blade of light silently sliced ​​through the void, heading straight towards the dark purple stream of light that Gu Xu was crashing into.

Wherever it passed, space was easily sliced ​​open like fragile glass, yet could not be closed again.

It left behind a dark scar that stretches for hundreds of thousands of kilometers and is bottomless.

"They're here!"

Wang Cang, who was watching from the rear, felt a sudden jolt in his heart, and the other demigods also held their breath.

His eyes were wide open.

They saw that Gu Xu's unstoppable dark purple stream of light collided head-on with the dark golden arc of light just before it did.

Boundless black mist surged from Gu Xu's body once again.

It obstructed the view.

Then, concentric ripples of purple-black and dark gold space spread out from the point of collision.

It spread out in all directions like a supernova explosion!

"boom--!!!"

The belated deafening roar finally swept in like a tsunami!

That was no longer sound, but a tangible spatial shockwave.

The distorted, transparent ripples arrived faster than the dark golden arc of light.

Sweeping across the entire star field!

"puff--!"

"Ugh—!"

"Be careful!"

The demigods behind them didn't even have time to react before being hit squarely by the aftershock.

Several weaker demigods were wiped out on the spot, as if a runaway dump truck had wrecked their performance record.

As he spat out blood, his body was thrown backward uncontrollably.

The health bar on the personal panel was dropping at a visible speed, and in the blink of an eye, only a sliver of health remained.

"Don't eat the pickled radishes! This... is just the aftermath?! It wasn't cutting us!"

Jacob shouted, unable to hold back his profanity, his voice filled with disbelief and horror.

"Cough cough cough... Baka! He's completely powerless to resist?"

"Is this the power to transcend dimensions...?"

"it hurts…"

Beside Jacob, three demigods from the Cherry Blossom Kingdom were also coughing up blood, unable to even stand up.

The other demigods, of course, need no further explanation.

The situation was even more dire.

To put it bluntly, they really regretted it a little.

Why do we have to go to this last floor?

Why not just wait patiently for that Sherlock boy to clear the game?

I almost died just from taking a peek from such a distance.

Keep in mind that they were separated from the core area of ​​the battlefield by countless kilometers. They were already severely injured and on the verge of death simply from being hit by the aftershocks of the attack and Gu Xu's defense.

If you stand closer, the difference in combat power isn't just a generation gap, it's a dimensional barrier.

At the center of the battlefield, Gu Xu's figure appeared amidst countless shattered spatial fragments and fading light.

He maintained his forward-charging posture, the Wings of the Past slowly flapping behind him, creating rings of purple nebula.

The aura of calamity surrounding him still shrouded the surrounding area.

Clearly, he pulled through!

Not only did I get through it, but it was actually relatively easy.

"Tsk, it doesn't hurt or itch at all. It seems less aggressive than a mosquito?"

As Gu Xu continued speeding along, he couldn't help but click his tongue.

That last strike, though seemingly casual, was actually of considerable importance from his perspective.