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

"Sizzle—"

The battle axe struck.

But the feel was like hitting a ball of cotton.

The paper figure had only been split open; there was no flesh or blood inside.

There were only a few bamboo strips and some paste.

It didn't even shake once, it just grabbed it with its backhand.

Five deep claw marks were left directly on Wang Hu's breastplate.

"Physical immunity?!"

Wang Hu's heart sank instantly.

Amidst this eerie suona sound, more warriors began to lose control, some even turning on each other.

Some knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the bridal sedan chair.

Some, in despair, fired their guns into the air.

Just when this elite squad was about to collapse.

The suona sound suddenly changed.

The originally high-pitched and sharp melody instantly turned low and mournful, filled with an atmosphere of death.

On the other side of the fog.

A group of people slowly walked out.

Those were countless eerie soldiers dressed in white mourning clothes, holding up banners to summon souls, and with blank expressions.

With each step they take, the surrounding temperature drops by a few degrees.

On one side was a bizarre wedding procession, its red color glaringly bright.

On one side was a sinister, eerie white funeral procession.

The clash between red and white is inauspicious.

The Third Legion squad is located between these two teams.

It's like an egg sandwiched between two giant rocks.

Wang Hu looked at his brothers falling one by one around him, and at the paper money and white banners fluttering in the sky.

For a moment, they were at a loss.

"Captain... I want to go home..."

The adjutant lay in a pool of blood, his eyes beginning to glaze over.

But at this moment, a strange, bitter smile appeared on Wang Hu's face, and the battle axe in his hand fell limply to the ground.

In the gray fog-shrouded outskirts of Beichuan.

The scream ended abruptly.

The sound of the suona gradually faded away, leaving only a mess and paper money still floating in the air.

Like the last shroud placed over this small team.

And after the squad was wiped out.

This fearsome red and white stunt team did not stop.

On the contrary, their previously somewhat elusive forms became more solid.

The eerie suona sound no longer came and went.

Instead, it became even higher-pitched and sharper.

That gray-white dead zone began to move.

The fog, which had originally only covered an area of ​​a few kilometers, seemed to have received some kind of sacrificial nourishment.

It began to expand outwards wildly, its speed increasing from the initial slow, creeping motion.

It turned into a visible surge.

Every tree touched by the gray fog instantly lost its original green color; its leaves withered and curled, and its trunk cracked and weathered.

Eventually, it turns into a grayish-white bone that looks like it would crumble into powder at the slightest touch.

The land lost its color, and the insects fell silent.

The bird froze in mid-air and plummeted to the ground.

This is the most unreasonable aspect of a Calamity-level dungeon—rule assimilation.

Within its domain, the laws governing the living are forcibly rewritten.

The revelry of the dead is the only truth.

On a temporary defensive line 500 meters from the edge of the gray fog, Sun Yuchuan was holding up binoculars, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Damn it! What kind of speed is that?!"

In his field of vision, the gray line representing death was approaching the first line of defense at an alarming speed.

The reinforced concrete bunkers began to peel and crumble the moment they came into contact with the fog.

It looks like it has undergone hundreds of years of weathering and erosion.

"Fire! Keep firing!"

Sun Yuchuan, his face grim, issued the order again: "We absolutely cannot let it cross the warning line! The Beichuan City Ring Expressway is right behind it!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The heavy artillery roared again, and the earth trembled.

Hundreds of high-explosive shells, trailing orange-red flames, rained down on the ever-approaching gray fog.

However, a devastating scene unfolded.

Those shells, powerful enough to destroy heavy tanks, vanished the moment they entered the gray fog, like mud sinking into the sea.

There was no explosion, no violent shockwave.

Even the sounds were swallowed up by the eerie mist.

Only a few wisps of smoke rose, disappearing in an instant.

The physical rules have failed.

In the face of the rules of this secret realm, firearms become laughable fire sticks.

"Reporting to the Deputy Commander! The first line of defense... has lost contact!"

The communications officer removed his headset, his face paling even more: "The monitoring equipment shows that the vital signs of all three hundred garrison soldiers inside the defensive line... have dropped to zero."

One second.

It was just a one-second contact.

Three hundred vibrant lives vanished silently.

They didn't even have time to use their skills.

At this point, Sun Yuchuan's face was beyond ugly.

He knew things were serious.

If it is not contained as soon as possible, at this rate of expansion, it will only last for two hours at most.

This deathly gray fog will eventually reach the northern district of Beichuan City.

At that time, it will be a massacre of millions of people.

"withdraw……"

Sun Yuchuan gritted his teeth and squeezed out a single word, then suddenly raised his voice: "Withdraw five kilometers along the entire front! Establish a second line of defense immediately!"

"Notify the city center to sound the air raid sirens and begin evacuating residents from the northern part of the city!"

"Also, connect me to the dedicated line for the Strategic Department in the capital!"

……

Although the military immediately cut off civilian network signals in the area and imposed a strict information blackout.

But in this age of information overload, it happened on the outskirts of a megacity with millions of inhabitants.

Trying to completely hide it is simply wishful thinking.

Beichuan City, urban area.

Panic was like an invisible plague, spreading through the internet and radio waves, reaching every corner of the city even faster than the gray fog.

It was initially some residents living in high-rise buildings in the northern suburbs who photographed the massive, overcast gray clouds.

In the photo, half of the originally blue sky has been eroded by something that looks like mold.

It looks both depressing and disgusting.

Immediately afterwards, all sorts of rumors began to circulate wildly on social media and local forums.

Did anyone hear the cannon fire just now? It sounded like there was a war!

Don't even mention it! My cousin works in the traffic police department, and he said all the roads leading to the northern suburbs are blocked off; they're all manned by heavily armed soldiers!

[My house is right next to the ring road, and I swear I just heard a suona horn! It gave me the creeps in broad daylight, and the fog was drifting this way!]

Although the cyber police are trying their best to delete posts, there are simply too many posts.

There's simply not enough to delete them all.

Soon, a blurry video broke through the blockade and was uploaded to "Shennxia Entertainment," China's largest social media platform.

The video appears to have been secretly filmed using a high-powered telescope.

In the scene, at the edge of the swirling gray fog, a bright red bridal sedan chair can be vaguely seen swaying in mid-air.

Paper money was scattered all around.

The moment the fully armed soldiers touched the paper money, their bodies began to burn inexplicably.

Or they might simply collapse and not get up.

The video was only five seconds long before it was forcibly taken down.

But those five seconds completely ignited public opinion.