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

Meanwhile, inside the Shenxia Command Headquarters, Zhang Daoxuan, Li Weiguo, and others were trembling with excitement because of the incredible properties of the Blazing Sun's Remnant Heart.

Located thousands of miles away from Longjing, in the Hengduan Mountains, within a dimensional rift guarded by the Shenxia Qiongqi Legion, lies the Elf Forest.

Here, a tragic picture unfolds, a stark contrast to Sherlock's ecstasy.

If Sherlock Holmes was a celebration of surviving a catastrophe, then this place was a true hell on earth.

Beneath the shattered sky, those ancient giant trees that once stood hundreds of meters tall, blocking out the sun and symbolizing the pride and heritage of the Elven race, now looked as if they had been forcibly snapped by some raging beast.

They lay sprawled on the ground, scattered about.

The pale green wood element energy that was originally so dense in the air that it was visible to the naked eye had long been shattered by the gale-force winds that tore through space.

Everywhere you look, there is only ruin.

The once exquisite Emerald Palace, built against an ancient sacred tree, has mostly collapsed, with the architectural ruins woven from vines and crystal scattered all over the ground.

Among these ruins were the corpses of elven warriors.

Some of them were instantly cut in half by the spatial rift, while others had their internal organs shattered by the terrifying pressure, resulting in extremely gruesome deaths.

The surviving elves, covered in dust and grime, were dragging their broken bodies, numbly carrying the corpses of their comrades through the ruins.

Suppressed sobs and painful wails mingled together, echoing above the ruined forest.

High Priest Elonnis stood atop a massive remnant of the sacred tree, gazing upon the devastation before him.

This elven sage, who had lived for countless years and whose strength was equivalent to that of a peak human demigod, looked as if he had aged hundreds of years in an instant.

His once deep, emerald-green eyes, which held the wisdom of the entire forest, were now bloodshot.

Sorrow, anger, fear, helplessness.

All sorts of emotions were like barbed knives, churning wildly in his chest.

"How could this happen... how could it have turned out like this..."

Elonnis's withered lips trembled slightly, and his voice was hoarse, like sandpaper being rubbed.

He couldn't help but feel sorrow.

Just a few days ago, the Elven race was in a state of unprecedented prosperity and celebration!

At that time, relying on his cunning and shrewdness, he successfully turned the tables and used the Forbidden Water Tribe as a pawn.

When the Forbidden Water Clan was being utterly defeated by Shenxia, ​​with more than half of their demigods lost.

The elves acted decisively and, after a hard-fought battle, successfully captured the [Deep Sea Garden] secret realm, which was controlled by the Forbidden Water Clan.

That's a top-tier resource area that can reliably produce materials for advancing to the Great Sage rank!

When they obtained that secret realm, the entire Emerald Palace cheered. All the elves believed that the great era belonging to their race had finally arrived.

According to Elonnis's original plan, they only needed to rest and recuperate for a period of time. Then, they would gather all the forest rangers and moon priests, tear apart the defenses of the Divine Sherman Qiongqi Legion, and launch a large-scale invasion of the Divine Sherman homeland to seize the resource secret realm of the Ancient Forest!

By acquiring the Ancient Forest and utilizing the resources of the Deep Sea Garden, it is possible to mass-produce over a dozen Great Sages.

When that time comes, the Elven race's high-end combat power will experience an explosive growth, completely unifying all the surrounding planes and becoming the undisputed overlord of this star field!

The plan is so perfect, and the future is so glorious.

But who could have imagined that his dream was only half-finished when reality gave him a slap so loud it could splatter his brains!

Today's sudden catastrophe has wiped out half of the Elven race's foundation!

Millions of elite forest rangers perished.

Tens of thousands of noble moon priests had their souls shattered under that oppressive force.

Even the sacred tree they depended on for survival had its trunk broken by the shock!

What frustrated and angered Elonnis the most was that this disaster wasn't even an attack launched against them by others.

This is merely a tiny ripple from the terrifying battle that erupted in the neighboring Sherlock plane!

It's just the aftermath!

It was like two giants fighting nearby, accidentally crushing their anthill.

Elonnis knew perfectly well where it all originated.

He stood on the ruins, his eyes fixed on the direction of the Divine Sher plane, his teeth grinding together.

He hated Sherlock! He hated him to the core!

If it were in the past, even if it meant sacrificing the last drop of blood of the Elven race, he would not hesitate to issue a mobilization order for the entire race and rush into Shenxia to seek revenge.

The dignity of the Elven race must not be trampled upon!

But now... he doesn't dare.

He didn't even dare let the thought of revenge linger in his mind for too long.

Just a few hours earlier, he had also looked up and seen a scene in the sky that was enough to shatter one's soul.

That dark red, fleshy monster that blotted out the entire sky, those terrifying tentacles covered in eyes.

What a magnificent, indescribable power that is!

That dimensional suppression meant that Elonnis, a peak demigod, didn't even have the right to stand up at that moment.

He could only lie prostrate on the ground like a lowly insect, his whole body convulsing uncontrollably.

What made him even more desperate was that the dark red monster was actually swallowed alive by another, even darker and deeper power!

That gaping maw that tore through the void, that chilling chewing sound.

Even now, it still echoes in Elonnis's mind, and every time he thinks about it, his soul trembles.

What will he use to take revenge?

Are we going to fight to the death with a monster that can devour the sky?

That's not revenge, that's suicide.

"High Priest..."

An elven general, his face covered in dust, approached Elonnis, his voice trembling with barely suppressed sobs: "The eastern defenses have completely crumbled, and the spatial rift is widening... what are we going to do?"

What should I do?

Elonnis closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

This high priest, who had once been so wise and resourceful, and had schemed against countless races, was now utterly bewildered.

He didn't know what to do.

Faced with that absolute power that transcends dimensions, all conspiracies and schemes vanish.

All the tactical arrangements turned into a laughable game of make-believe.

The Elven race may truly be doomed to complete decline in this era.

However, just as Elonnis was disheartened and preparing to order all his people to abandon the outer territories and retreat to the core area of ​​the Divine Tree to eke out a living,

A series of hurried, almost frantic footsteps suddenly came from the depths of the dilapidated palace behind them.

"High Priest! High Priest!"

Accompanying the sound of footsteps was a shout of extreme shock.

Elonnis frowned and turned around.

The elven race was usually aloof and highly conscious of their demeanor, especially the great sage Hera.

She was stumbling and running towards him at that moment.

Her elven crown was askew, and the hem of her magnificent robe was torn in several places and covered in dirt, but she was completely oblivious to it.

However, before Elonnis could react, Hera had already rushed in front of them, grabbed his sleeve, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

Following Elonnis's gaze, one could see that Hera's eyes were wide open, her pupils seemingly contracting and dilating due to some kind of extreme shock.