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

The sky above the Emerald Palace had become a complete mess of colorful chaos.

A dozen or so demigod-level elves, forcibly summoned, surrounded Su Qiong, Li Tiezhu, and Lin Yuan like a pack of mad dogs on steroids, unleashing a barrage of attacks.

The forces from various fields collided and squeezed each other, producing a series of loud noises.

The surrounding space was also torn open by their battle, and violent energy storms surged out from the gaps in space, plowing through the already dilapidated palace complex once again.

"Damn it, these long-eared guys are on drugs!"

At this moment, the golden giant that Li Tiezhu had transformed into was now riddled with holes, with several dents from the impact, and its golden light had dimmed considerably.

He smashed a frost field that attempted a sneak attack to pieces with a single punch, then lashed out in the back with a thick shadow whip, wincing in pain and cursing on the spot: "A dozen people against the three of us, what a bunch of useless trash!"

However, what responded to him was three even thicker death rays and a shower of meteorites falling from the sky.

"Stop talking nonsense! If you can't hold on, get out of here!"

Su Qiong's voice came from a sea of ​​blood, tinged with impatience.

Her Asura form had three heads and six arms, and her dance was so tight it was impenetrable, but it was still firmly suppressed in place.

The sea of ​​blood churned, yet it could not expand forward even half an inch.

Lin Yuan fared even worse. The undead calamities he summoned were reduced to ashes in large numbers by the chaotic domain of the elves, which was filled with life and light attributes. There weren't even enough skeletons to burn.

These high-ranking elves, though their auras were weak and their foundations unstable, were clearly hastily trained but incompetent individuals.

The problem is, even grey market goods can't compete with such large quantities.

For a time, even the three most powerful warriors of the Calamity Army were forced to retreat steadily by this group of fearless elves.

The scope of the domain was compressed inch by inch.

"Shellish lackeys! Is this all the strength you have?"

"Let them be buried with my people!"

The elves went berserk, their attacks becoming increasingly ferocious.

They knew very well that this was their only chance, and their last chance.

On the ground, Gu Xu looked at his deputy legion commanders who were about to be crushed into iron discs in the sky, and his heart couldn't help but clench.

He had originally planned to play it safe and see if the other side had any other tricks up their sleeve.

But now it seems...

If he doesn't take action soon, his deputy legion commanders might really be going to die here.

Thinking of this, Gu Xu decided not to let the fleas jump around anymore. With a thought, the space around him seemed to ripple.

Immediately afterwards, another strange aura quietly appeared behind him.

"Come out, my minions!"

The moment the words fell, the temperature in the entire Jade Palace seemed to plummet to freezing point.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura, too powerful to be described in words, appeared behind him—his calamities.

The red silk is graceful, the plague is rampant, there are hideous giant eyes, silent giants, flocks of dead crows, and headless horsemen.

As the calamities appeared, the surrounding temperature was instantly drained, and everyone except the gravediggers charged towards the battlefield.

The gravedigger simply took one step forward.

And it is this simple and unpretentious step.

In the sky, the dozen or so high-ranking elves who were engrossed in their fight suddenly stopped moving.

All the skills that were ready to be released fell silent at the very last moment of their incantation.

【Silence Forever】!

"What happened? My spell! Why did it fail?"

"Damn it, what's going on?"

"My domain... is dissipating!"

However, before they could react, they felt a foul stench that made them physically uncomfortable coming from under their feet.

Then they saw the plague rat, wearing a tattered cloak and leaning on a human bone cane, quickly dart past their feet.

Its body was frantically spewing out bursts of poisonous mist that stung the eyes.

The moment they came into contact with the poisonous fog, they felt their bodies go limp, and pustules of varying sizes began to appear rapidly on their skin. Their vitality was like a flood bursting its banks.

This feeling is more terrifying than being chopped with a knife or axe.

It's a kind of despair where you watch yourself rot and decay from the inside out, and you're powerless to do anything about it.

"Aaaaaah! My face! My hands!"

A handsome elven saint screamed in agony.

She watched helplessly as her smooth skin was covered in pustules, and her once-proud appearance turned into something resembling a rotting corpse in seconds. This feeling almost drove her to the brink of collapse.

"Help me...help..."

However, before she could finish speaking, she plummeted from the sky, her body turning into a pool of green pus in mid-air.

This terrified all the elves, and they instantly realized what was happening and tried to use healing spells to purify the vicious plague.

But unfortunately, in the realm of "eternal silence," they can do nothing!

They could only watch helplessly as they were slowly worn down to death.

However, this is far from over.

Just as the elves were suffering terribly from the plague, a blood-red figure, like a falling maple leaf, silently appeared in their chaotic formation.

It was the ghost bride; the next moment, she slowly raised her head.

Beneath the red veil, a pair of eyes, seemingly filled with resentment for thousands of years, silently watched them.

[The Lock of Resentment and Hatred]!

Everyone felt a sudden tremor in their bodies, and an irresistible chill shot from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads.

Their strength, speed, spirit... all their attributes were forcibly severed in that instant!

Immediately afterwards, the three elven saints closest to the Bride of Evil felt a sudden darkness before their eyes, and their consciousness completely vanished.

The entire process was fluid and graceful, possessing a morbid yet elegant beauty.

The battle in the sky came to a momentary halt due to this sudden turn of events.

The pressure on Li Tiezhu, Su Qiong, and Lin Yuan, who were being beaten, suddenly lessened.

Li Tiezhu looked at the group of long-eared boys who had been so arrogant just moments before, now running around like headless flies, some even attacking each other, and he couldn't help but laugh.

He wiped the sweat from his face and roared at the top of his lungs, "The legion commander is fucking awesome! He wiped out all those bastards in one fell swoop!"

As he shouted, he swung his fist, as big as a casserole dish, smashing the elves who were in a state of "deep fear" into mincemeat, one punch after another, making them feel incredibly satisfied.

Su Qiong clicked her tongue and swung her blood-red longsword forward. As the pressure lessened, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. To be honest, if Gu Xu hadn't acted decisively, she would have been in real trouble.