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

Ji Wenzhou gave a wry smile, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Such a big deal, and they even won first place in the newcomer martial arts competition... how could you keep the news so tightly under wraps?"

"You even kept it from us deputy army commanders? Isn't that a bit too unethical?"

"It's not that I wanted to hide it from you."

Su Qiong sighed, took out half a pack of cigarettes from her pocket, lit one, and said, "I was originally planning to throw a celebration banquet for that kid after he finished his first job advancement mission, and then call you all back to give you a surprise."

"Who knew that before the surprise could even be delivered, a shock would come first?"

She turned to look out the window; the distant sky was already shrouded in an ominous dark red.

"Too."

Ji Wenzhou nodded, his expression turning serious again: "However, we are very fortunate to have received these supplies this time. If it weren't for the resources that Gu Xu brought back, we would probably be in a real predicament in the East China Sea."

"If I really have the chance, I should definitely get to know this young master."

As they were speaking, the SUV suddenly braked sharply.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

"Sir, we've arrived!"

The driver's voice was taut, like a fully drawn bowstring.

Even without him saying it, the people in the car already sensed it.

It was a suffocating sense of oppression, as if the entire sky had collapsed and pressed down on this land.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the salty smell of the sea and a putrid odor.

It goes straight into people's noses.

Su Qiong pushed open the car door, her military boots splashing mud as they stepped onto the slippery ground.

What comes into view is a scene that could kill any person with trypophobia on the spot.

Ahead lies a massive island, the location of the [Tide Temple].

But at this moment, the island seems to no longer belong to the human world.

In the waters surrounding the island, the void seemed to have been ripped open by a pair of giant hands, leaving a hideous wound.

That enormous dark purple crack stretched across the sky and the earth.

Inside, a chaotic energy storm was churning.

Countless bizarre deep-sea monsters were pouring out of the crack like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

That was a real "gushing".

Some have huge pincers, some are covered in slime and tentacles, and some are simply a wriggling mass of flesh.

They were packed so tightly together that they didn't even need to swim; the monsters behind them were pushing and shoving them.

They forcefully pushed the monster in front of them onto the shore.

Lin Yuan stood beside the car, looking at the dark mass of people.

Countless dazzling skill lights exploded on the defensive line.

Fireballs, ice spikes, and lightning intertwined to form a deadly net, reaping the lives of wave after wave of monsters.

But there were just too many monsters; a whole bunch had just died in front of us.

More and more immediately followed, making it impossible to kill them all.

"It's not just these beasts."

Ji Wenzhou walked to Su Qiong's side, pointed to the side of the island, and said in a chilling tone, "And there are those bastards."

Following his finger, at the horizon, several warships adorned with cherry blossoms resembled coffins floating on the sea.

It is currently moored on the edge line.

On the sea between the warships and the islands, a group of people dressed in black, tight-fitting night clothes were on the water.

The figure wearing a prajna mask sped across the waves like a ghost.

That was the special forces of the Sakura Kingdom—the Demon Slayer Corps.

They were like a pack of hyenas, taking advantage of the fact that the Sheikh defenders were fully engaged in fighting off the deep-sea monsters.

They are frantically attacking the defensive barrier on the flanks.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Streaks of pale green blade light and black skill fluctuations continuously bombarded the pale gold barrier, stirring up violent ripples.

Each impact dimmed the already crumbling barrier's light even further.

Inside the barrier, Sherlock's professional squad was on defense.

The two sides were engaged in a fierce battle, separated by a thin layer of light.

Skills flew wildly, and blood splattered everywhere.

"Those bastards..."

Su Qiong gritted her teeth, the murderous intent in her eyes almost tangible: "You're quite adept at taking advantage of someone's misfortune. Do you really think our Divine Xia has no one left?"

"Let's go! To the front-line command post!"

Su Qiong stopped talking nonsense, waved her hand, and, with Jiang Shu and Ji Wenzhou, moved like lightning.

They charged straight toward the command center on the island.

The command post was located below a lighthouse.

The area was surrounded by sandbags and various defensive fortifications.

Before even entering, I could hear roars coming from inside and the beeping of countless communication devices.

"Hold on! Where are the mages from the third regiment? If you run out of mana potions, use your lives to replenish them! We absolutely cannot let those water monkeys break through the second line of defense!"

"The eastern barrier is running low on energy? Send in the reserves! Tell them they'd rather die on the battlefield!"

Su Qiong strode into the command center, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of sweat, smoke and anxiety hitting her.

In front of that huge holographic sand table, a tall, middle-aged man with a full beard was leaning on the table, shouting at the top of his lungs.

His military uniform was so worn that its original color was no longer visible; it was covered in mud and blood.

The gold star on his shoulder was also covered in soot from cigarette smoke.

That was Jin Yichuan, another deputy commander of the God-Slaying Legion.

That is, the one known for its "mad dog" style of play.

A tough guy who gives even his enemies a headache.

Upon seeing someone enter, Jin Yichuan abruptly raised his head, nearly throwing the broken piece of chalk in his hand as a projectile.

When he saw that the people who came were Su Qiong and Ji Wenzhou, and Jiang Shu following behind, his tense body visibly relaxed for a moment.

"Old Su? Old Ji?"

"You... arrived so quickly?"

There were no small talk, no hugs, and not even a few unnecessary words.

On this battlefield where every second counts.

Any unnecessary movement is a waste of life.

Su Qiong strode to the sand table, her eyes quickly scanning the dense red dots representing the enemy.

"Old Jin, you've worked hard."

"Now that we're here, take a breather."

She looked up at Jin Yichuan: "Right now, where is the situation most critical? Where are people most needed to risk their lives?"

Jin Yichuan paused for a moment, then grinned and pointed to the far left of the sand table, where the red dots were most concentrated.

The area that almost completely submerged the blue defense line.

"Here. The flank defense line, the main direction of the Oni-Giri Clan's attack."

"The barrier over there is about to break. Once they rush in, they will be caught in a pincer attack with the sea monsters in front of them, and the situation will probably become very difficult."

"Understood."

Su Qiong nodded without hesitation and turned to look at Jiang Shu behind her.

"Jiang Shu!"

"have!"

Jiang Shu immediately stood at attention, her once cute face now filled with a murderous aura.

"Bring your guys and come with me."

As Su Qiong spoke, she strode out, her combat uniform fluttering in the wind.

That domineering aura of a boss was unmistakable at that moment.

"Tell the brothers on the flanks that reinforcements have arrived. Tell them to stand up straight!"

"Today, we'll teach these arrogant fools a lesson!"

"Whose territory is this Tide Temple anyway?!"