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

"What the hell is this thing?!"

Lin Yuan retreated rapidly, all the way to a height of a thousand meters in the air. Looking down at the completely out-of-control darkness below, his eyes revealed horror for the first time.

This sudden turn of events shattered everyone's psychological defenses.

If previous calamities could still give people hope for resistance...

So what is now presented to the world is true despair.

The black fog did not stop expanding.

It seemed to have gained its own consciousness, greedily devouring every inch of land and every ray of light.

The northern suburbs of Beichuan City had been completely turned into a dead zone in just one minute.

But that's not the scariest part.

As the piercing suona sound grew louder, the billowing black mist suddenly began to rise.

They did not disappear.

Instead, it rapidly condenses and recombines at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters.

next moment.

A scene that would make every living being on this planet tremble has appeared.

That was a bridal sedan chair.

But it's definitely not the same one as before.

This is a projection composed of darkness, so vast that it defies description.

It stretched across the sky, blocking out the sun.

It even covered the entire skies above Beichuan City.

Even cities in neighboring provinces hundreds of kilometers away.

If you just look up, you can see that terrifying phantom that occupies half the sky.

The bridal sedan chair was an eerie dark red color.

Instead of mandarin ducks, the embroidered images depict distorted human faces.

The bridal sedan chair did not land.

It floated slowly above the clouds.

The paper sedan bearers that used to be in front of and behind the bridal sedan were gone.

Instead.

They were enormous figures, hundreds of feet tall, dressed in enormous clothes.

Although their features are blurred and their facial features are indistinct.

But that cold, dignified, and superior aura pressed down as if it were a tangible thing.

Ghost soldiers cleared the way, and spirits carried the sedan chair.

Around this group, countless indescribable and bizarre creatures floated up and down.

Some have three heads, while others are covered in tentacles.

All it had was a huge mouth.

They appeared and disappeared in the black mist, emitting whispers that made one's sanity drop wildly.

This is the legendary "ghost soldiers borrowing a path".

Moreover, it was a mythical event involving ghostly soldiers borrowing a passage.

The visual impact of this scene is truly immense.

The millions of citizens in Beichuan City seemed to be frozen in place at this moment.

Standing blankly on the street, balcony, or rooftop.

Looking up at the sky above, which seemed like a hellish landscape.

Someone was so scared they wet their pants.

Some people's legs went weak and they knelt on the ground, kowtowing.

Many others had their minds go blank, losing even the instinct to escape.

When fear reaches its extreme, it becomes numbness.

at the same time.

The Shenxia Empire's network servers crashed completely in that instant.

Various social media platforms such as "Sherlock Entertainment", "Tianya", and "Tieba".

Hundreds of millions of visits flooded in within just a few seconds.

The programmers were completely dumbfounded when they saw the server indicator lights burning red.

What is this? Is it the end of the world?

I saw it in the next province! That bridal sedan chair... that bridal sedan chair was bigger than a mountain!

[Where is Saint Lin Yuan? Didn't the authorities say he had been suppressed? Why has it turned out like this?!]

"Don't say anymore, my home is in Beichuan, my hands are shaking... that sound was terrifying, I feel like my soul was being sucked in."

It's over...it's all over...this is simply beyond human capability to overcome.

Countless videos and photos broke through official blockades and spread around the world like a virus.

This time, no one dared to make any sarcastic remarks.

Even through a screen, the bone-chilling coldness can make you feel suffocated.

This is a disaster that concerns the fate of all mankind.

If this thing gets out of control, not only the Divine Xia Empire, but the entire Blue Star will probably turn into a ghost town.

……

Several hundred kilometers away from Beichuan is Dachang City.

Although the area was not directly shrouded in black mist, the terrifying celestial phenomenon was still clearly visible.

On the plaza outside the entrance to the "Corridor of Despair" instance.

Su Qiong was holding an unlit cigarette in her mouth.

The lighter in his hand had long since fallen to the ground.

She looked up at the red phantom on the horizon that seemed to devour the heavens and earth; her usually carefree face was now deathly pale.

"This is... way too exaggerated!"

Su Qiong muttered to herself, wondering if she was seeing things.

Although she wasn't a top-tier expert, she was still quite worldly-wise.

But what she was seeing was completely beyond her comprehension.

That no longer falls under the concept of "secret realm" or "dungeon".

That was clearly a world in another dimension.

It is trying to force its way into reality.

"This energy fluctuation... is at least ten times that of Saint Lin Yuan."

Zhang Xinxin held a tablet computer in her hand, looking at the reading on it that had already exceeded the limit and turned red.

My body was trembling uncontrollably.

As a researcher, she understood better than anyone what this meant.

This means all existing defense systems.

They're all as fragile as paper compared to that thing.

Jiang Shu gripped the tablet tightly in her hand, her expression extremely serious.

"Sister Qiong...that direction is Beichuan, right?"

"Is a disaster of this magnitude... impossible for anyone to stop?"

Su Qiong did not answer.

Because she didn't know how to answer.

She could only subconsciously turn around and glance at the still dark and calm dungeon entrance behind her.

I don't know why.

At a time when the world seemed to be collapsing.

The image of that boy suddenly appeared in her mind.

That boy who always had his hands in his pockets, a nonchalant expression on his face, as if nothing could bother him, even if the sky were to fall.

"Gu Xu..."

Su Qiong bit her lip, a strange expectation flashing in her eyes.

"If it were you...would you have any ideas?"

Although the idea is absurd.

Gu Xu was just a newbie at level 15.

The one in the sky is a world-destroying calamity that even a ninth-level saint cannot deal with.

But Su Qiong just couldn't help thinking about it.

After all, the boy's profession was called "Lord of Calamity".

……

Three thousand meters above Beichuan.

This is an absolute death trap.

A black, howling wind carried with it a sinister aura capable of corroding steel.

Lin Yuan hovered in the eye of the storm, wearing his always spotless black trench coat.

It is now in a dilapidated state.

His face was even paler than usual.

There was even a trace of blood still clinging to the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it... how could this happen?!"

Lin Yuan was panting heavily, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Just now.

The moment the giant phantom of the bridal sedan chair took shape.

He attempted to mobilize his "Death Realm" once again to resist.

As a ninth-tier necromancer, his understanding of the laws of death had long since reached a state of perfection.

He should have been invincible in this field.

but……

Just as his spiritual power touched that black mist.

An extremely domineering and tyrannical will directly rebounded through the mental connection.

That was not an attack.

That is... deprivation.