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

Meanwhile, over the East China Sea, the sky was terribly overcast, and waves crashed one after another against the coastal dikes, breaking into large patches of white foam.

Looking down from the air, the entire coastline, stretching for thousands of miles, has been covered with a dense array of defensive structures.

On the high ground behind the shore, the muzzles of hundreds of long-range weapons were slowly raised, pointing obliquely towards the eastern horizon.

Thick energy conduits crisscross the ground.

Beneath the waves, the barriers and artifacts used to trap enemies were already operating at full power, turning the nearshore waters into a dark, fluorescent blue.

It was a massive operation, arguably the largest joint combat deployment in the history of Earth.

However, the powerful figures standing at the forefront of this defensive line showed no sign of relaxation.

Standing directly in front of the waves at the very center were two of the few Source-level trump cards of Shenxia: Elder Ge and Tang Yi.

Beside them stood four peak demigods of Shenxia: Su Changqing, Shen Wuyuan, Helian Shu, and Liu Tingchao.

Su Changqing closed his eyes and was adjusting his breathing rhythm.

Shen Wuyuan's hands were empty, but the seawater beneath his feet had mysteriously frozen into a thin layer of ice.

Helian Shu lowered his head to examine his wrist armor.

Liu Tingchao leaned against the broken rock, staring at the distant horizon without saying a word.

Behind these top experts, Zhou Yi, Zhao Yuanlong, Li Podi, Xuan Yuanchen and other elite legion commanders stood upright.

To the left and right of the Shenxia group stood more than ten figures exuding a powerful aura.

On the left are the five remaining demigods of the Sakura Kingdom: Furukawa Yamamoto, Hima Yuta, Asakusa Sakura, and Fujiwara Tadanobu and Tachibana Chiyo, who guard the dimensional rift.

Furukawa Yamamoto's face was extremely grim, and the katana at his waist had already been drawn an inch.

The blade gleamed coldly in the gloomy light of the day.

On the right are five ascetic demigods from South India: the celestial monk, Yahgash, Vijam, and the imposing Aamir Khan and Garuda.

The monk Tianxing stood barefoot on the wet rocks, turning a string of worn-out bone prayer beads in his hand.

The speed at which the prayer beads were turned was more than twice as fast as usual.

Beside him, Jehovah was chanting ancient prayers in a low voice, as if he were forcibly suppressing the unease churning in his chest.

Looking around, no one seemed to be in the mood for idle chatter.

The news that the west coast of the United States had been torn apart had already reached everyone's ears within minutes.

Three demigods died in battle, four divine knights perished, and the entire modern defensive perimeter, built at great expense, completely collapsed within two minutes.

That devastating victory, like a lump of iron, was forcibly shoved into the throats of everyone.

Admittedly, the barriers and fortifications they are currently standing on, even if they are slightly better than those of the United States, are still only marginally stronger.

Faced with an entity capable of traversing and hunting through the sea of ​​stars, no one knows how long these conventional methods can hold them off.

"Click".

Helian Shu glanced down at the communication device on his wristwatch again: "Less than three minutes left."

Chiyo Tachibana shifted her body slightly and pulled her windproof cloak tighter around herself.

The sea breeze was strong, blowing her long hair so that it clung to her face. She raised her hand to brush it away, her gaze unconsciously sweeping towards the heart of Shenxia.

Just as the air pressure over the entire sea area was so low it was almost solid, a streak of blue light suddenly flashed across the horizon behind them.

The streak of light was incredibly fast, tearing through the thick sea fog in an instant and landing directly at the forefront of the defensive line.

The light faded, revealing Chen Zhenyuan's figure.

In an instant, all eyes in the room fell on the strongest Night Watchman of Sherlock Holmes.

Old Ge turned his head and looked Chen Zhenyuan up and down: "Old Chen, you've arrived."

Chen Zhenyuan straightened his collar and nodded: "You're here."

He didn't mention the horrific scene beneath Longjing, nor did he mention Wang Cang, whose life hung in the balance in the emergency room; he simply started walking.

He walked to the front of the defensive line, his gaze slowly sweeping over the powerful figures from the Sakura Kingdom and the South India Kingdom beside him.

As his gaze swept over him, Furukawa Yamamoto subconsciously sheathed the katana at his waist.

Yuta Rima straightened his back, and the monk Tianxing from South India also stopped spinning his prayer beads and bowed with one hand across his chest.

Chen Zhenyuan looked at the group of familiar faces, each with their own agendas, and paused for two seconds.

"Gentlemen."

Chen Zhenyuan spoke, his voice drowning out the noise of the waves crashing against the rocks: "In the past, each of us fought openly and secretly on our own little plot of land. Some accounts were settled clearly, while others were not."

"But today, the hole in the sky has opened, and the wolves outside have already stepped onto our doorstep."

"At this critical juncture, you all have been willing to lay down your last reserves and stand here with this old man to stand together... I am grateful for your kindness, and Shenxia will also remember this kindness."

These words were spoken in a very plain and straightforward manner, without a single word of condescension or criticism.

There were no empty formalities or pleasantries.

The monk from South India let out a long breath, clasped his hands together, and said in a low voice, "General Chen, you flatter me."

"We old bones aren't so confused as to not see the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'. If we don't take action today, I'm afraid Blue Star will have no more protection, and we'll have nowhere to retreat."

Furukawa Yamamoto also took a deep breath, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Let's leave the grudges of the past for later."

"Today, here and now, only a fight to the death is possible."

Hearing this, Chen Zhenyuan nodded and didn't say anything more sentimental: "Since you've thought it through, then let's get ready."

After saying that, he raised his head and looked through the layers of water vapor towards the rapidly rolling clouds on the eastern horizon.

Deep within those clouds, dozens of cold and violent pressures, with a terrifying force tearing through the atmosphere, roared in from afar.

……

The violent air currents roared wildly in my ears, tearing the clouds high in the sky into messy fragments.

Richard's personal propulsion system spewed out long, dark blue flames, propelling him forward at an illogical speed at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Beside and behind him, dozens of Star Hunters also pushed their speed to the limit.

These desperados were enveloped in a chaotic and fierce blinding light, leaving several trails of flame in the sky.

It pierces straight through the sky.

Below, the vast, blue ocean is rushing backward at an astonishing speed.

Richard glanced down at the portable GPS device on his wrist.

At the very center of the screen, the golden dot representing the "Heart of the Sun" has become increasingly clear and intense.

"Almost there...almost there!"

Seeing this, Richard licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.

As long as you can hold it in your hand, you can reach the sky in one step.