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

"Old Wang!"

His comrades around him were enraged, swinging their weapons at the monster's carapace, but only a string of sparks flew up.

Casualties occurred in an instant, and a gap was torn in the defense line.

More eroders, smelling the blood, abandoned the pebbles in their mouths and surged towards this place in an overwhelming tide.

A swarm of insects suddenly pressed down.

Seeing this scene from a distance, Gu Xu couldn't help but feel angry.

He could tolerate his men dying in battle; that was a soldier's fate.

But he would never allow his soldiers to be eaten as snacks by these insects.

"You ignorant fools, stop watching and crush those insects!"

The next moment, Gu Xu gave orders to his servants of calamity.

Upon receiving its master's command, the figure, radiating an aura of overwhelming calamity, also began to act.

The first to make a move was the tomb keeper, a massive figure carrying a stone coffin, who slowly stepped forward once more. The rusty bronze lantern in his hand swayed slightly.

"when--"

The deep, resonant sound of bells echoed across the battlefield.

The evening bell.

The tolling of the bell disregarded physical space and energy defenses, directly affecting the soul level.

The horde of Corruptors, who had been frantically devouring the defensive line, suddenly froze.

Those frantically spinning compound eyes instantly lost focus.

The monsters, flying like locusts in the sky, crashed straight to the ground, plunging into a deep tremor of their souls.

Immediately afterwards, a vibrant red shadow flashed by.

The Ghost Bride appears in areas teeming with monsters.

The red veil fluttered in the wind, and the realm of the underworld marriage unfolded with a roar.

The surrounding space changed instantly, and the original dilapidated palace ruins were replaced by a brightly lit wedding hall.

Red lanterns hung in mid-air, emitting a pale green glow.

The eroders, pulled into the domain, frantically tore at the walls of the wedding hall, attempting to devour the spatial rules within.

But the bricks and tiles they chew up will be restored in an instant.

The blood-stained wedding dress will never perish, nor will the monstrous body fall.

Immediately afterwards, one after another, the Devourers vanished into thin air within the wedding hall, without any chance to struggle.

On the other side, the source of the plague let out a piercing laugh, dragging its slimy tail as it weaved through the swarm of insects.

The decay aura activated at full power, and a green, poisonous mist exploded within the swarm of insects.

In just two or three breaths.

The hordes of Corruptors turned into pools of foul-smelling pus in mid-air, their energy along with the virus being completely corroded away.

Above the heavens, the Eye of the Ancients slowly opened its single eye, which occupied most of its body.

Purple nebulae swirled in my pupils.

The vision of the past swept across, and a destructive purple ray shot out from the giant eye, beginning a one-click sweep of the locust-like monsters.

Countless Dimension Devourers were instantly annihilated!

At the same moment, black feathers began to fall from the sky.

The Death Raven spread its wings, casting a shadow that blotted out the sky and enveloped the entire battlefield. Accompanying it were millions of ravens wailing mournfully, and a black storm swept down.

To put it bluntly, the servant of calamity's attack was a complete and utter dimensional reduction strike.

Facing conceptual skills that go beyond one's cognitive framework.

These level 110 Devouring Vanguards were simply no match for this level of attack.

On the ruins of the entire Emerald Palace, the tide of battle turned in an instant.

The ground was covered with the broken carapaces of the corrosive creatures and their foul-smelling bodily fluids.

The swarm of insects that had once covered the sky was mostly cleared out within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

The crisis seems to have passed.

The soldiers of the Calamity Army breathed a sigh of relief.

But Gu Xu's brows did not relax at all.

He looked up at the dark purple crack that stretched across the sky.

The crack did not close despite the annihilation of the vanguard.

On the contrary, it is trembling violently.

The surrounding space emitted a series of teeth-grinding, tearing sounds.

The sky began to collapse.

The crack, which was originally hundreds of steps long, began to expand wildly outward from its edges.

Vast swathes of spatial barriers crumbled away, revealing the endless, profound void beyond.

Followed by.

Around the first crack, a second, a third, a tenth—countless dark purple cracks spread across the sky like a spiderweb.

The entire sky became riddled with holes.

A violent and terrifying aura poured down from the depths of those cracks, making everyone present feel suffocated.

That wasn't the pressure emanating from tens of thousands of Devourers; it was the pressure from a massive army numbering in the millions.

The once azure sky was torn apart, leaving only a dark purple void as the only background color in sight.

If the tens of thousands of Devourers just now brought chaos and disgust...

What descends now is a despair that can crush everything.

However, this is not the most despairing thing.

Because the most despairing scene then appeared in everyone's sight.

Because, in the first dark purple crack that appeared.

Suddenly, a tangible black energy surged forth.

The energy poured down like a waterfall, crashing onto the ruins of the Emerald Palace and melting a bottomless crater in the ground.

Immediately afterwards, a colossal creature slowly emerged from the depths of the crack.

It was a section of dark gold metal bow.

The bow surface was covered with countless dents and scratches, exuding a sense of vicissitude and desolation from countless interstellar wars.

It lacks the streamlined beauty of conventional warships; instead, it is rugged, savage, and exudes the aura of a predator.

Between the gaps in the dark gold armor, purplish-black energy veins flowed, pulsating rhythmically like the blood vessels of a living creature.

Each pulse releases a visible ripple of energy outwards.

The starship's thrusters made no noise; it simply and forcefully tore through the spatial barrier, squeezing its massive hull little by little into the plane.

And when the hull of this starship was fully exposed to everyone's view.

Everyone felt as if their hearts were about to stop beating.

Yes, it's too big.

Its size, in terms of both length and width, far exceeds human understanding of conventional vehicles.

It hovered at an altitude of 10,000 meters, its shadow covering the entire territory of the Elven race.

The sunlight was completely blocked, and visibility on the ground was reduced to a minimum, with only the purplish-black energy veins on the surface of the starship emitting a faint glow in the darkness.

But this is just the beginning.

The first starship had just come to a stop when a black waterfall of energy surged up from the depths of the rift once more.

The second one.

The third one.

The tenth ship.

One after another, massive starships shot out from different spatial openings.

They vary in shape; some are sharp spindle-shaped, while others are bulky polyhedrons.

Without exception, every warship exuded a suffocating, deathly stillness.