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

"It's over..."

Looking at the collapsing mountain range looming down like a curtain on the surveillance footage, and the front-line base that was swallowed up in the blink of an eye, Ji Boda's legs went weak, and he slumped back into the command chair and closed his eyes.

Inside the command center, there was a deathly silence.

Everyone was deathly pale, waiting for the shockwave to wipe them and the entire city off the map.

However, the anticipated destruction did not come.

one second.

ten seconds.

A minute passed.

The world remains quiet.

Ji Boda opened his eyes shakily and looked at the small screen showing that the backup line was connected.

On the screen is the last image transmitted from the helmet camera of a surviving frontline soldier.

The soldier slumped to the ground, completely dumbfounded, only able to look up at the sky.

The massive, collapsing rock formation above him did not fall.

They stopped in mid-air.

Just moments before all the base personnel were about to be completely buried.

The ten-thousand-meter-long candle dragon in the sky actually turned the head of that mountain-sized dragon around.

He did not unleash destructive flames, nor did He send down judgment thunder.

He simply exhaled a gentle breath of dragon's breath, accompanied by a seven-colored halo.

That breath, like the gentlest spring breeze, swept across the entire collapsed mountain range.

Thus, the 10,000 tons of rubble, enough to destroy a city, quietly dissolved in mid-air.

They didn't explode or turn into dust.

They decomposed into the purest and most primal spiritual particles, which drifted down like billions of fireflies.

The surviving soldiers were bathed in this rain of light.

Their wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The broken bones reconnected with a crackling sound.

Even the fear that was about to collapse in their hearts was gradually soothed by this warm feeling.

A soldier with a severed arm stared blankly as his arm grew back, his skin smooth as ever.

His lips trembled as he knelt down facing the sky.

"God... a miracle..."

Immediately afterwards, one survivor after another knelt down on the ground, facing the giant dragon circling in the sky, tears streaming down their faces, and frantically kowtowed.

The deathly silence in the 749 Bureau command center was broken by a series of gasps.

Ji Boda was overcome with tears, covering his mouth with both hands to stop himself from crying out loud.

"I knew it... I knew it! Our ancestors hadn't forgotten us!"

Everyone around the world who saw this scene through various channels went crazy.

One second he was a world-destroying evil dragon, the next he became a savior god?

This reversal left countless people's minds completely blank.

While people around the world were celebrating and in awe over the sudden appearance of the dragon saving the world.

Jiang Han's live stream has started again.

The moment the screen lit up, the live chat was flooded with comments.

[Holy crap! Jiang Shen, you're still alive!]

[Jiang Shen, run! That dragon in the sky has gone mad! Wait, it seems to be better again?]

Help! What's going on?! I don't understand, but I'm completely shocked!

However, the scene in the live broadcast room was completely out of sync with the atmosphere of relief and relief outside.

In the scene, Jiang Han is leisurely sitting on his meteorite throne.

He held a sizzling piece of S-class ferocious beast roasted meat in his left hand and the familiar black and gold ancient knife in his right hand, slowly slicing off a piece and putting it into his mouth.

Behind him was endless void.

Ahead of him, the live stream camera focused on the battle taking place in the distance above the Dragon Burial Pool.

The ten-thousand-meter-long Candle Dragon was playfully beating Behemoth, the tyrant of the abyss.

With a flick of its tail, a dark crack was torn open in space, and Behemoth was whipped around like a top, spinning wildly in the air.

With a burst of dragon breath, the laws were frozen, and Behemoth was instantly transformed into a giant ice block, crashing down from a height of ten thousand meters.

Jiang Han ate his barbecue while watching this battle of the gods, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

Those two beings, capable of destroying the world, were like entertainment to him, something to watch while he ate.

This indifferent and aloof attitude stands in stark contrast to the jubilation and shock of the outside world.

"Look."

Jiang Han finally spoke.

Ignoring the wailing in the live chat, he began to provide "match commentary" on the battle from an absurd yet professional perspective.

"This stupid lizard has all the brute strength, but it doesn't even know how to activate a law shield. It deserves to be beaten up."

He touched the image with the tip of his knife.

The live stream camera seemed to come alive, immediately showing close-ups of the battle details.

"Look, the Candle Dragon's tail isn't shattering the air, it's shattering space itself. It's using the most basic physical attacks to teach Behemoth how to be a 'god'."

"Tsk, here we go again, slowing down the flow of time. In Zhulong's eyes, Behemoth is now just a slow-motion punching bag."

Every comment he made was verified by the live stream footage.

At first, the global audience was just watching the spectacle, but gradually they realized something was amiss.

This man wasn't just guessing.

He was "reviewing" it!

He completely understands the way gods fight!

As the audience from China listened to Jiang Han's commentary, an unprecedented sense of national pride welled up within them.

The tone of the comments immediately changed.

[I get it! Jiang Shen wasn't just watching a show; he was watching his own kids fight!]

[The Dragon God protects China! I have no regrets about being born into the Dragon Kingdom! My family is thrilled!]

[So the myths left by our ancestors were all true! And they're incredibly powerful!]

Meanwhile, the White House was in chaos, a state of shattered faith.

An American general, looking at the dragon on the screen that only saved the Chinese, was furious, his face turning red, and roared:

"Why?! Why does it only save people from the Dragon Kingdom?! This is blatant mythological discrimination! I protest!"

"Convene an emergency meeting immediately! Discuss...discuss the feasibility of praying to the Eastern Dragon God!"

A global reshuffling of the religious landscape, triggered by Jiang Han's live stream, has begun.

In the live stream, the praise for Zhulong had reached its peak.

"The Dragon God is invincible!"

"This fighting power is at least equivalent to five Behemoths!"

After finishing the last bite of grilled meat, Jiang Han slowly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

Looking at the screen full of praise, he lazily picked his teeth, then said to the camera in a casually irritating tone:

"Don't get too excited."

"The reason why Zhulong didn't kill him was simply because..."

He paused for a moment, as if searching for a suitable explanation.

"He was still a child."

In an instant, all the comments in the live stream turned into a sea of ​​question marks.

? ? ? ? ? ?

As if the news wasn't harsh enough, Jiang Han lazily added:

"Converted to human years, it's probably around three thousand years old."

"They're at the age when they're just starting kindergarten, which is when they're most mischievous."

boom!!!

Jiang Han's "Three Thousand Year Old Child Theory" was like a nuclear bomb with a yield of hundreds of millions of tons, directly hitting the minds of everyone in the world through live broadcast!

Globally, all the experts, scholars, and think tank members who were working tirelessly to analyze the power of the Candle Dragon and study its mythological background collectively came to a standstill after hearing this.

A white-haired Cambridge University mythology luminary stared blankly at the screen, his pipe slipping from his hand and shattering into pieces.

A Nobel laureate in physics ripped off his glasses, frantically rubbed his temples, and muttered to himself:

"Impossible... This doesn't conform to the laws of life..."

Humanity's entire understanding of "myth," "age," and "power" was completely overturned and crushed into dust at this moment by Jiang Han's casual remark.

The collapse of the highest wisdom of mortals serves to highlight the transcendence of the gods.

This is the ultimate thrill that Jiang Han brings.

In the picture, Zhulong seems to have gotten tired of playing too.

With its mountain-like dragon claws, it grabbed Behemoth, who had shrunk back to three meters tall, and flung him into outer space like a shot put.

Behemoth let out an extremely unwilling roar in the air, turned into a shooting star, and disappeared into the dark universe in the blink of an eye.

"Alright, the farce is over..."

Jiang Han yawned, just about to end the live stream.

His hand remained frozen in mid-air.

In the scene, the ten-thousand-meter-long Candle Dragon, after dealing with Behemoth, slowly... turned back to its enormous head.

Two dragon eyes, as fiery as stars, pierced through spatial barriers and the walls of the divine realm.

It was firmly locked onto Jiang Han.

next second.

A cold, ancient, and questioning thought, transcending vast distances, resonated simultaneously in the minds of Jiang Han and all viewers worldwide.

"Where...is my...child?"