Livestreaming Forbidden Zone: Starting with a Qilin Tattoo Terrifies the Entire Internet

【zero.】

[High-dimensional frequency silent wave, released.]

As the system countdown reached zero, a semi-transparent absolute defensive force field instantly formed around Jiang Han, completely isolating him from the outside world.

The entire underground palace seemed to have been paused at that moment by an unseen giant hand.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any blinding light.

Jiang Han only saw a transparent ripple, almost invisible to the naked eye, spreading outwards in all directions from his center, like ripples on water!

"Buzz—!!!!"

A very low-frequency buzzing sound exploded in the depths of everyone's minds without warning.

The sound wasn't sharp; in fact, it was inaudible to most people.

But it was like a heavy hammer, striking directly into the deepest parts of the soul and the laws of physics.

The live stream screen suddenly began to distort in a strange, snowflake-like pattern.

The dust that was flying in the air was strangely suspended in mid-air.

The surging waves of the Mercury Sea in the distance were frozen in mid-air, maintaining their posture as if about to crash down, like a still oil painting.

This is not a stop in time, but a temporary distortion of the laws of physics under the influence of dimensional reduction!

Ripples swept across the entire bronze underground palace at the speed of light.

The sweeping light passed over the collapsed buildings, over the hovering dust, and finally over Ying Zheng, who was riding atop a dragon's head, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

"roar……"

The roar that Ying Zheng was about to unleash, filled with savagery and murderous intent, was abruptly cut off in his throat.

His blood-red eyes, as they were swept by the transparent ripples, suddenly widened and went out of focus, like light bulbs that had been unplugged.

The red light in his eyes quickly faded like a candle flickering in the wind, turning into a deathly gray.

The high-dimensional frequency silent wave demonstrated its terrifying power, worth 100,000 points.

It did not destroy the indestructible star-gold skeleton, nor did it burn those disgusting tentacles.

It forcibly severed all neural connections between the Star Devouring Virus and this body at the dimensional level!

Without the virus to drive him, Ying Zheng was like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

His metal claws, raised high in the air and only centimeters away from the dragon's left eye, froze, unable to fall even half an inch.

Immediately afterwards, his massive body completely lost its support and fell straight off the dragon's neck.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud bang.

The mutant, which had been capable of destroying the world and was immune to all firearms just a moment ago, slammed heavily onto the cold bronze floor like a lifeless lump of rotten flesh, raising a cloud of dust.

At the same time, the mechanical dragon, which was indiscriminately affected by the silence wave, suddenly stiffened.

The azure light in its only remaining mechanical eye quickly dimmed.

The fundamental thinking was forcibly suspended, and the nuclear reactor entered a deep hibernation mode.

"Boom!"

Like a collapsing iron tower, the massive body of the Chilong crashed down on the shore of the Mercury Sea and fell completely still.

In the distance, Zhenyu Baxia, who had been struggling in pain, also tilted his head and fell into a deep forced coma.

Deathly aura.

A suffocating atmosphere of death.

The deafening roars, the tearing of metal, and the rumble of the mercury sea that were just a second ago all vanished in an instant.

The entire underground palace was so quiet that only Jiang Han's steady breathing could be heard.

After a full ten seconds of silence, the live stream chat exploded like a burst dam.

"Holy crap?! What happened?!"

"Strange...why are all the monsters down? What did Jiang Shen do?"

"Words become law?! I think I just heard a buzzing sound, and then everything froze!"

"This is even more terrifying than a barrage of bombs! Forced an SSS-level monster to shut down without a drop of blood?!"

"A dimensional reduction attack! This is absolutely a dimensional reduction attack!"

The entire internet audience was completely stunned by this bizarre and shocking scene.

No one knew what trump card Jiang Han had used. All they saw was that under Jiang Han's absolute will, even gods had to obediently kneel down!

Jiang Han ignored the shock in the comments section.

With a cold expression, he withdrew the defensive force field around his body.

"Not a single second of the time earned with 110,000 points can be wasted."

Jiang Han clenched his right hand suddenly in mid-air.

"Crack!"

A ball of dark blue electric sparks exploded in his palm.

A metal rope, about the thickness of a little finger, covered with densely engraved Taoist corpse-suppressing runes and crackling with high-voltage electric arcs—the Heavenly Meteor Binding God Rope—appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The rope was extremely heavy, cold yet tough to the touch, and exuded a chilling aura of sealing.

Jiang Han carried the Binding God Rope, his military boots making a crisp "tap, tap" sound as they stepped on the bronze ground.

He walked step by step toward Ying Zheng, who was lying on the ground.

The sound of footsteps in the desolate underground palace was like the countdown to death.

Approaching the body, Jiang Han looked down at the deformed form.

Upon closer inspection, the visual impact becomes even more terrifying.

Beneath Ying Zheng's tattered black star armor, a thick, black liquid continuously seeped out.

His gaping mouth could not close, and his meat grinder-like teeth were still covered with remnants of Baxia's bionic flesh and blood.

Beneath the skin and flesh blasted open by the explosive bomb on his forehead and cheek, the dark, star-gold skeleton still emitted a nauseating aura of high-dimensional radiation, even in its malfunctioning state.

If Jiang Han didn't possess the physique of a pure-blooded Qilin, simply standing next to this body would have caused an ordinary person to be instantly melted into blood by the radiation.

Jiang Han's eyes were icy cold.

There was no reverence for the first emperor of all time, nor any reflection on history.

In his eyes, there was only extreme disgust for the monster that had almost killed his battle pet.

"Go to sleep."

Jiang Han's tone was icy, and he suddenly flicked his wrist.

"You're long gone in this era."

"Crackling sound—!"

The azure-blue Heavenly Meteor Binding God Rope unfolded instantly, like a living, breathing lightning serpent.

Jiang Han's hands flew across the field, his movements swift and violent.

Without any hesitation, he twisted Ying Zheng's arms behind his back, and the Binding God Rope, carrying high-voltage arcs, tightly wrapped around his indestructible star-gold limbs and torso.

As the Taoist edicts on the rope lit up one by one, high-voltage current and sealing power were simultaneously injected into Ying Zheng's body.

It only lasted a dozen seconds.

This expeditionary commander, who once led the Qin cavalry to conquer the stars, was bound hand and foot by Jiang Han and locked into a dark blue metal cocoon that could not move.

After doing all this, Jiang Han raised his right foot and stepped unceremoniously on Ying Zheng's locked chest.

He took a slight breath and asked himself:

"System, how long can this silence state be maintained?"