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

In that instant, the whole world seemed to lose its sound and color, leaving only the crazy collision and annihilation of blue and gold.

Visibly, a terrifying ripple of energy spread out from the point of impact.

Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, it stirred up ripples on the golden shield.

Immediately afterwards, the shockwave spread wildly in all directions with unstoppable force!

Around the Lighthouse Nation, those subordinate planes that depended on the main plane were shattered into countless spatial fragments the instant the shockwave swept through them, their dimensional barriers as fragile as glass during this clash of gods.

Then it was completely swallowed up by the violent torrent of energy.

……

Sherlock, the Supreme Command, the underground laboratory.

Just as the blue beam of light struck the blazing sun shield.

Standing in the center of the altar, Wang Cang, whose body was engulfed in golden flames, suddenly shuddered!

"Well!"

A muffled groan, barely suppressed, escaped from between his teeth.

If activating the Blazing Sun's Remnant Heart felt like pouring water into the entire Pacific Ocean through a small water pipe, causing my body to ache from the strain, then...

Right now, it feels like a starship is charging straight at us at full speed!

The problem still lies with his little water pipe!

An unparalleled force, flowing through his spirit and energy connected with the remnant of the blazing sun, violently returned to his body.

"Click...click..."

Under the shocked gazes of Li Weiguo, Zhang Daoxuan, Chen Yuanshan, and the others, Wang Cang's body, already cracked from being scorched by the golden flames, now looked like a piece of porcelain that had been smashed with a hammer.

More grotesque cracks spread wildly from his chest, arms, and thighs!

The golden blood, no longer seeping out, gushed out from the cracks like a flood bursting its banks, only to be instantly evaporated into golden mist by the terrifying heat.

He looked like a golden statue about to crumble, teetering on the brink of collapse.

"Old Wang!"

"senior!"

Li Weiguo and Zhang Daoxuan both exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward without thinking.

"Don't come any closer!"

Wang Cang's hoarse voice froze the two of them in place.

"No, we can't continue like this! Senior Wang's vital signs... are plummeting!"

Chen Yuanshan was going crazy looking at the screen on the control panel, which had turned completely red and was flashing the word "Warning" frantically.

However, just as everyone in the laboratory was gripped by horror.

A curse, tinged with impatience and swagger, suddenly rang out: "Damn it...you've got some nerve..."

Everyone looked toward the center of the altar, where they saw Wang Cang slowly raise his head.

A somewhat ferocious smile spread across his face, which was covered in golden cracks and almost unrecognizable.

At this moment, his gaze swept over everyone present, and he squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "What are you howling about? Are you mourning? I...'m not dead yet!"

"cough……"

At this point, he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood, his lips twitching again: "Damn it, it's this thing... it hurts a little, just a minor injury, nothing serious! Stand up straight!"

"The men of Sherlock can easily handle this minor injury!"

However, although Wang Cang said that, no one in the laboratory was a fool.

They could tell that Wang Cang's current state was a far cry from being able to "hold on"—it was like the Mariana Trench itself.

It has absolutely no credibility whatsoever.

"Senior Wang..."

Li Weiguo's eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his fists were clenched tightly.

He has experienced more storms in his life than the average person has ever tasted salt.

But never before had he felt so powerless as he was now.

He could only watch helplessly as the elders who protected Shenxia endured this inhuman torture before his very eyes, and there was nothing he could do.

This feeling was more unbearable than having a knife repeatedly cut into his heart.

Zhang Daoxuan's face was equally grim.

But he was much calmer than Li Weiguo.

He knew Wang Cang's temper better than anyone else.

For this reason, Zhang Daoxuan didn't say anything more, but turned around and walked towards the laboratory door.

Outside the door, a figure was already waiting anxiously; it was Chen Yang.

The moment he saw Zhang Daoxuan's face, as black as the bottom of a pot, his heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged up inside him.

"Minister Zhang..."

Plan B.

Zhang Daoxuan didn't let him finish speaking, cutting him off with three words before continuing, "All of you, don't waste a second! You must keep the old man going!"

"yes!"

Chen Yang didn't even bother to salute at this moment, and turned around to walk towards the doors of other rooms.

Almost immediately after Chen Yang left, a series of hurried and rapid footsteps came from outside the room.

Immediately afterwards, one healing saint or quasi-saint after another sprang out from the next room.

They kept shouting as they walked.

"Hurry! Hurry up!"

"The healing barrier is ready and can be deployed indiscriminately at any time!"

"Brothers and sisters, you must give it your all! Don't let us down!"

Looking around, each of these people wore a golden badge, clearly indicating that they were all high-level healing professionals from the Divine Summer.

He usually works for various legions.

At this moment, they were all as if their pants were on fire, abandoning even the most basic manners.

He rushed in while yelling at the top of his lungs.

In an instant, the entire laboratory's atmosphere changed drastically. The space, which was originally filled with a cold, high-tech feel, was instantly filled with all sorts of colorful lights.

However, Zhang Daoxuan had to give the order.

Streaks of emerald green light, like vines, spread out from their bodies, clearly indicating that they had directly activated their own domains.

It covered the altar in front.

Immediately afterwards, illusory ancient trees made of life energy slowly emerged above the laboratory's dome, sprinkling down specks of green light.

A warm, holy white light surged in like a tide, illuminating the entire space as if it were paradise.

The healing saints and quasi-saints surrounded the altar in layers, making it completely impenetrable.

One by one, they stretched out their hands, their palms spewing out healing spells of various colors, pouring them onto Wang Cang like fire hydrants that had been turned on without restraint.

On the altar, the "golden statue," engulfed in golden flames and seemingly about to crumble at any moment, suddenly shuddered.