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

The crimson compound eyes stared intently at Jiang Han, while the destructive energy that could instantly turn a galaxy into gibberish had barely spread out for half a meter.

The next second, this ferocious insect, capable of eradicating civilization, actually shivered in an extremely human-like manner.

It obediently withdrew all its destructive energy, not daring to utter even a single cicada's chirp.

Jiang Han didn't even raise an eyebrow.

His pure-blooded Qilin aura, which had just torn through the fourth gene lock, was like a materialized 100,000 mountains, relentlessly crushing down on Yuan Chan.

This is absolute class oppression.

It is the bloodline crushing of lower-dimensional insects by the superior predator.

The "Seven-Day Abyss Cicada" instantly backed down, its scarlet compound eyes no longer daring to look directly at Jiang Han.

It flapped its emerald green wings like a fly fleeing for its life, completely ignoring Jiang Han's teasing, and flew straight to the study not far away.

It snatched a leaf from the "Withered God's Leaf" that reeked of decay, then hurriedly flew to the enormous "Jianmu God's Remains," found an inconspicuous branch, lay down, closed its eyes, and fell into a deep sleep as if playing dead.

"Ha, you gotta run fast."

Jiang Han sneered and withdrew her finger.

He turned around and walked lazily to the enormous, mountain-like corpse dragon.

The Corpse Dragon immediately lowered its head and placed its chin on the ground of the divine realm.

Jiang Han casually ripped off a piece of the metallic-looking "Corpse Dragon Mutant Reverse Scale" from its barbed jaws.

The Corpse Dragon not only didn't dare to resist, but instead let out a low, ingratiating growl.

The continuous high-intensity, high-dimensional leaps and the tearing and reorganization of his physical body left Jiang Han feeling a rare sense of fatigue.

He threw the reverse scale into the system space and walked straight back to the meteorite throne.

He was shirtless, leaning back imposingly against the cold, icy back of the throne.

Close your eyes.

Amidst the deadly radiation emitted by the meteorite, Jiang Han entered a deep gene repair dormancy.

All the dark gold magic patterns gradually disappeared beneath his bronze skin, and his breathing became long and steady.

……

During the ten days that Jiang Han was asleep.

The real world has been completely transformed.

The exposure of the top-secret lunar base is like a nuclear bomb detonating in the heart of humanity's faith.

The credibility of global tycoons and elites was completely destroyed in a single day.

Countless angry people took to the streets and smashed all the properties under the name of the Changsheng Club.

Riots, protests, and fires in major cities have turned the earth into a giant powder keg.

Even more despairing is the presence of Behemoth, the abyss tyrant roaming the North American continent.

This colossal beast, hundreds of meters tall, coldly gazes at humanity's concrete jungle with its molten lava eyes, powerful enough to vaporize a human.

Nuclear buttons in all countries are constantly on high alert, ready to be pressed at any moment, and the whole world is frantically flirting with the edge of doomsday.

Dragon Kingdom, Bureau 749's Top Secret Command Center.

The air was filled with suffocatingly high pressure.

The ashtray was piled high with cigarette butts. Ji Boda's eyes were bloodshot as he frantically grabbed at his few remaining hairs.

"Can't get in touch! Still can't get in touch!" Ji Boda slammed his fist on the control panel, his voice a mixture of anger and frustration. "Where on earth is Jiang Shen? It's been ten days! World War II is practically raging outside!"

Jin Biao, sitting to the side, crossed his legs and was gnawing on a piece of chilled meat, his mouth dripping with oil.

He rolled his eyes dismissively, his tone full of disdain for the authorities.

"Hey Captain Ji, give it a rest. Your organization always tries to rely on Brother Jiang to clean up your messes. You're treating a god like a babysitter."

"What do we care if those foreign devils outside live or die? Brother Jiang is probably out in some higher dimension picking up girls. Who has time to care about this damned Earth?"

Jin Biao has now completely become Jiang Han's "cult leader," and for him, Jiang Han is the only truth.

"You know nothing! The anomaly index over Fengxian Village has already exceeded the limit! If this drags on any longer, the entire province will fall!" Ji Boda roared.

That's enough.

A cold female voice interrupted the argument.

Bai Ningbing, dressed in an extremely tight-fitting black combat suit, leaned against the door frame of the command room.

The flawless fabric of her combat uniform perfectly accentuated her breathtaking S-shaped curves.

She remained aloof and cold on the surface, but only she knew how crazy and tormented she was inside.

In her mind, the image of Jiang Han tearing apart the atmosphere and crushing the space crystal with his bare hands flashed uncontrollably.

Especially... the moment Jiang Han's shirt ripped apart, revealing that perfect body covered in dark red demonic patterns and radiating extreme masculine hormones.

Just thinking about that scene made Bai Ningbing's heart race uncontrollably.

A tingling, trembling sensation involuntarily rose in her long, taut legs.

She instinctively squeezed her legs together, the fabric on the inside of her thighs rubbing slightly together.

An unusual heat and moisture spread wildly deep within her.

Her fair earlobes were already bright red, and her breathing became rapid and hot.

Reason told her that he was a tyrant high above, a god she could not look directly at.

But her body had already completely and unreservedly surrendered physiologically to that absolute violence and masculine oppression.

She even morbidly longed for that man to use his hands, capable of crushing stars, to roughly tear her combat uniform apart...

……

at the same time.

On a cliff somewhere in North America.

Behemoth, the tyrant of the abyss, stands side by side with Anas, the ancient sage.

Behemoth shrank to three meters tall, but the oppressive aura still distorted the surrounding air.

He looked down at the city billowing with smoke and the human army that looked like ants, carrying ridiculous firearms.

"Teacher," Behemoth's voice was like the grinding of earth's crust, "why are my master's kin so weak? So...filthy?"

Anas sighed, his ghostly form swaying in the wind.

"They are just low-dimensional insects, unable to comprehend the grandeur of the Qin Dynasty."

Behemoth snorted coldly, his eyes filled with disdain.

"I originally wanted to stomp on a few of them for fun, but I was afraid of getting my feet dirty."

"Let's go, teacher. Let's go find the traces left by our master, and explore those ancient forbidden zones hidden underground. These insects are not worth our time."

……

Within the boundaries of the mirror.

After sleeping for ten days, Jiang Han finally slowly opened his eyes.

All the dark gold magic runes and violent aura had been completely absorbed into his bones and blood.

But the mere act of him rising from his throne caused the surrounding space to distort faintly, as if it were about to be overwhelmed.

Returning to simplicity, yet even more deadly.

He casually grabbed a black tactical trench coat and draped it over his shoulders, covering his perfectly sculpted chest muscles that were enough to drive Bai Ningbing crazy.

He reviewed the ten-day summary compiled by the AI ​​"Daji".

"Oh? The world is in chaos?" Jiang Han scoffed, completely unconcerned.

He walked to the barbecue grill, ate a meal of high-energy biomass barbecue, and then slowly took out his communicator and casually dialed Ji Boda's private line.

As soon as the call connected, Ji Boda's almost-crying roar came from the other end.

"God Jiang!!! Thank God you finally appeared!!! Something terrible has happened! The whole world is in chaos! And Fengxian Village too—"

Jiang Han frowned slightly and moved the communicator a little further away.

He uttered four words in an extremely lazy and cold voice, speaking casually.

"Sleeping? What's up?"

On the other end of the phone, Ji Boda instantly plummeted from ecstasy to a speechless abyss of collapse, nearly choking on his words.

Your vision of the end of the world is less appealing than my desire for a good night's sleep.

Just as Ji Boda took a deep breath, preparing to reveal the extreme misery and bizarre situation of "Fengxian Village" in its entirety.

In Jiang Han's mind.

The system's long-absent, piercing, blood-red alarm, like a fingernail scratching glass, suddenly blared!

There was absolutely no need for Ji Boda to waste his breath.

The system panel was instantly covered in crimson, viscous blood, the font appearing as if pieced together from internal organs and blood.

The piercing notification sound sweeps everything away:

【warn! ! ! 】

[Global Secret Realm Map Updated!!!]

[Fengxian Village, a critically endangered area for traditional folk customs, has been illuminated!!!]

[Extremely bizarre Chinese-style high-dimensional contamination detected! Host, please proceed to suppress it immediately!!!]

Hearing the system's chilling, blood-red alarm, Jiang Han immediately hung up on Ji Boda.

He stood at the edge of the divine realm, his trench coat fluttering in the wind of the void.

A bloodthirsty, cruel, and insane smile slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.

"A forbidden area for folk customs?"

"That's interesting."