The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Washington, D.C., North America.

After the 12th Patriarch was revived, he lived in the Hexagonal Palace here.

Recently, a strange dark cloud appeared in the sky above the Hexagonal Palace.

The dark clouds were constantly rotating counterclockwise, their color gradually transitioning from black to silver, and their coverage area in the sky was increasing day by day.

"this one?"

Huozi, wearing a red mask, sat on the top of a building near the Hexagonal Palace.

He has been leading his undercover team to monitor the area for a month, and apart from seeing the dark clouds getting bigger, he hasn't noticed anything else.

During this month, the twelfth patriarch disappeared again.

The last place they appeared was the Hexagonal Palace.

On the front lines, the Federation is conducting a large-scale troop withdrawal, converging on the American continent from Asia, Africa, Europe, Oceania, and other regions.

Moreover, when they withdrew their troops, they would also take many civilians with them on the ships.

Regardless of whether these ordinary people are willing or not.

Because of the influx of these refugees, living conditions in many cities in the Americas are now very poor.

Huozi looked west and saw another large ship full of refugees docking on the river.

The large number of civilians forcibly brought over by the federal army were rudely pushed, thrown, and even kicked off the ships.

After the refugees were driven out, no one cared about them, leaving them to fend for themselves in the streets and alleys.

They claimed they were brought here to escape the war and avoid being slaughtered by the vicious and ruthless rebel madmen.

"Old thief, apart from the dark clouds, there are no other unusual phenomena in the Hexagonal Palace."

The Song divination man was in the capital, and said...

"Wasn't it unusual that they forcibly brought residents of various states to the Americas?"

"That's true, but after bringing them here, nobody from the Twelve Ancestors, the Divine Transformation, or the Federation has taken care of them."

Song Gua begins to read the memories of his clone who was gathering information in the Americas.

He discovered that every city had refugees, scattered in a seemingly irregular pattern.

"What exactly are the Twelfth Patriarch trying to do?"

Now, across the vast lands of North and South America, the loyal remnants of the Twelve Ancestors, along with the refugees they forcibly brought there, number over a billion.

Under the leadership of Song Gua, Zero, and the Heavenly Kings, and with the five legions fighting with all their might, the wars on other continents have basically come to an end.

The flags of the Chinese nation were planted everywhere, and social order was gradually restored.

Although the anomaly above the hexagonal palace had already appeared, Song Gua could not ignore the dozens of divine transformations active on the battlefield.

So he simply arranged for people to monitor the situation in the Hexagonal Palace and the Americas region, and didn't have time to come and handle it personally.

Furthermore, all twelve patriarchs were present in the hexagonal palace.

Even if Song Gua could take on ten people at once, there would still be two who could ambush him.

The Americas are bordered by the Pacific Ocean to the west and the Atlantic Ocean to the east. For China, only the Heavenly Army can easily cross the border; other armies must be transported by ship to participate in the war.

In previous battles, the Twelve Ancestors firmly controlled the Americas. Whenever the rebel alliance fought on this land, they would be swiftly slaughtered by the Twelve Ancestors.

Therefore, as of now, none of China's five major legions are on the American continent.

Huozi thought today would be another boring day.

Unexpectedly, the big one arrived.

Suddenly, a huge black lightning bolt shot out from the dark cloud above the Hexagonal Palace, turning the palace into dust in one strike!

"What?! The Twelfth Patriarch committed suicide?"

Huo Zi Ge was certain that after he saw the Twelfth Ancestor return to the Hexagonal Palace, he never came out again.

These strange dark clouds were, of course, created by the Twelve Ancestors.

Now the lightning in the dark clouds has destroyed the hexagonal palace. What are the Twelve Ancestors doing?

However, this is not the end.

Huozi took a closer look.

The charred pit at the Hexagonal Palace site is bottomless!

The black lightning bolt seemed to have struck very deeply.

Fire Brother flew through the air, shooting fire, and looked down at the deep pit from above.

Through the thick smoke from the lightning strike, he actually saw magma!

"Did that lightning strike through the earth's crust?"

The earthquake has started.

A terrifying earthquake that spread globally, centered in Washington, D.C.!

A massive fissure in the earth, hundreds of miles wide, started from Huashengdun and spread out in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and southwest.

As the large crack spreads, it continuously generates smaller cracks. Wherever these smaller cracks pass, the ground collapses and sinks, and everything on the surface collapses underground.

The Earth seemed to be shivering.

The massive earthquake shook and destroyed almost everything man-made.

A tsunami swept across the globe.

Seawater overflowed onto the mainland.

The Americas suffered the most.

Reports from bandit squads scattered throughout the Americas.

After the earthquake began, they saw black six-pointed star formations appear in some areas.

These six-pointed stars, like hammers, rose into the air and then crashed down.

This caused the surrounding land to disintegrate more rapidly and thoroughly.

The waters of the Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, due to the cracking, collapse, and subsidence of the Americas, began to fill the collapsed areas, much like a dam had collapsed.

in space.

Inside the interstellar warship, Miss Butterfly could see clearly through the warship's surveillance system.

The whole of America was like two cookies that had fallen to the ground, quickly crumbling and disintegrating.

As seawater floods in, the blue color representing water encroaches on the green forests, brown mountains, and gray cities.

"The Americas... have vanished!"

Miss Butterfly was shocked.

The power of this earthquake was terrifying.

The number of deaths and injuries worldwide is incalculable.

In terms of economic losses, they can be described as astronomical figures.

In the newly restored territory occupied by the Chinese, people searched in terror among the ruins for the severed limbs of their loved ones.

The worst off, of course, are the Americas.

Just like the Japanese Four Islands back then, it's gone.

The billion people on the American continent almost all died as the land collapsed due to the earthquake and was subsequently covered by seawater.

Only those professionals with high combat power can survive.

However, facing the vast ocean, very few people will ultimately survive.

Song Gua stood on the ruins of Shangjing City, his expression solemn.

At this moment, he still had no idea what the Twelfth Patriarch was up to.

But, with the light of the earth and the sky within him, he seemed to hear the cries of countless souls after this disaster.

Over a billion lives!

Countless living beings on Earth!

They were manipulated and executed at will by these twelve people!

"Are you going to destroy the Earth? I won't allow it!"

The Song hexagram has changed positions and now appears directly above the hexagonal palace.

Of course, there is no hexagonal palace here anymore.

Below, there was only the churning sea.

On the sea, twelve people stood there, their divine treasures glowing as if mocking the weakness of the earth.

Guangzu!

Phantom Ancestor!

Sword Ancestor!

Sword Ancestor!

Kill the ancestor!

Bone Ancestor!

Spirit Ancestor!

Royal Ancestor!

Fire Ancestor!

Sound Ancestor!

Gun Ancestor!

Wan Jianyi!

The twelfth patriarch looked up, staring at the Song hexagram that he held in his hand and that hung above his head.

"Song Gua, you're too late. We've already provided the necessary number of sacrifices for the Heaven-Opening Array. You can no longer stop us from opening the dimensional gate! The life essence of Earth will become the energy that propels us to the next world!"

The machine clicked and clacked, transforming into a long spear.

At this moment, the "Guardian" principle of the Sky Light reached an unprecedented height, providing a comprehensive boost to the Song Gua, causing a golden halo of explosive power to appear around it.

"So you finally admit... this is Earth?!"