I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

When cognition collapses, fear ensues.

If Lei Gong's thunder is violent destruction, then Nezha's Hun Tian Ling is a bizarre force that defies the laws of physics and drives people crazy with its sanity.

In the live stream, millions of viewers watched as the bottle shattered on the sea.

The comments disappeared instantly.

Breathing seemed to cease at that moment, and a bone-chilling cold spread through the screen.

"Move! Get moving!"

Steve stumbled into the cockpit, shoved the helmsman aside, and pulled the engine control lever with all his might.

"Full speed back! Get out of this godforsaken place!"

He doesn't need to know what it is.

His biological instincts told him that if he didn't run, he would die.

I will become an insect inside this huge piece of red amber.

Thick black smoke billowed from the frigate's smokestacks, and its engines roared as if on the verge of death.

That's tens of thousands of horsepower output.

Normally, it would be enough to propel this steel behemoth at a speed of thirty knots, cutting through the waves.

But now.

"Crunch—crunch—"

A sharp, piercing metallic twisting sound came from the bottom of the ship.

The boat remained completely still.

"Sir! The propeller... the propeller won't turn!"

The chief engineer's voice came through the walkie-talkie with a sob in it.

"The water outside... is as hard as steel! The drive shaft is going to break!!"

"No! Impossible!"

Steve's face was contorted with rage; he refused to believe in evil.

"That's water! That's liquid! How could it possibly be blocking the propeller?!"

"Power it up! Turn the engine on! Crush that damn algae!"

boom!

A loud bang.

The ship shook violently, then completely stalled.

That was the mournful sound of an engine overload causing it to explode.

Meanwhile, something even more terrifying happened.

That eerie red color was not merely static.

It is contracting.

What are the characteristics of the Hun Tian Ling?

It is a constraint.

It is a relentless, all-consuming struggle that only grows stronger when faced with a stronger opponent.

This sea area is where Nezha threw down the red ribbon.

It is tightening its embrace.

"Giggle giggle—"

The massive "Lanque" drilling platform groaned as its steel frame groaned under the strain.

Those drilling pipes, which extend hundreds of meters into the seabed, seem to be held by an invisible giant hand.

Under the high-definition capture of the live broadcast camera.

The alloy drill rod, several meters in diameter, began to bend, deform, and twist.

It resembles dough being kneaded at will in the hands of a giant.

"ah!!!"

On the deck, the sailors who had just been mocking the Chinese fishermen were now completely devastated.

"This is witchcraft! This is the devil!"

A sailor whose mental defenses had crumbled screamed as he climbed over the railing, trying to jump into the sea to escape.

In his original understanding, jumping into the sea and swimming out might offer a glimmer of hope.

but.

"Snap!"

A sharp, chilling crack of bone breaking was clearly transmitted throughout the world via the live broadcast microphone.

The sailor did not fall into the water.

He crashed heavily onto the red sea.

It was like jumping from a ten-meter-high platform onto a concrete surface.

His legs instantly twisted in a bizarre reverse joint motion, with white bone fragments piercing through his trouser legs.

Blood gushed forth, splashing a blinding crimson onto the eerie sea surface.

But he did not sink.

He lay there on the sea, rolling around amidst the rising and falling cries of agony.

"Water...is this really water...?"

He desperately scratched at the "sea" beneath him.

It feels cold and hard to the touch, with a smooth, silky texture.

This is not water.

This is the embodiment of despair.

Inside Base 001.

Li Guobang stared at the scene, which resembled a painting of hell, without even noticing the pen fall from his hand to the ground.

"This...this is the Universe Ring?"

He muttered to himself.

I used to think that myths were just children's toys.

In retrospect, what are the toys of the gods are incomprehensible weapons of rules and laws to mortals.

Chen Xi remained seated, expressionless.

He stared at the distorted drilling platform on the screen, and at the ships trapped in the red amber.

He picked up the communicator.

I pressed the red button.

"Cough cough."

That gentle, familiar voice, yet one that chills the world, rang out once again on the public channel.

Good afternoon, everyone.

"This is Nantianmen Marine Environmental Protection Technology Co., Ltd."

"It seems that our 'seawater solidification technology' test was very successful."

Chen Xi spoke with a hint of apology, as if he were just a concerned citizen who had accidentally blocked his neighbor's garage.

"Oh dear, I told everyone to make way."

"Our new type of environmentally friendly coagulant is a little too viscous."

"The main purpose is to hold the trash in the sea in place so that it can be recycled and processed."

On the screen, Steve listened to this voice, then slumped back in his command chair, his eyes vacant.

Rubbish.

They are trash.

In this man's eyes, this fleet and this multi-billion dollar drilling platform are nothing more than "marine debris" that needs to be secured.

"But please rest assured."

Chen Xi abruptly changed the subject, his tone revealing a chilling coldness.

"This is only temporary."

"Once we've cleaned up this area and removed all the trash that shouldn't be there... well... we've 'compressed' it."

"The seawater will naturally resume its flow."

"As for now..."

Chen Xi looked at the sailor on the screen, who had a broken leg but was still crawling on the sea, and sighed softly.

"Since you all like to linger here and not leave..."

"Then please enjoy this peaceful afternoon tea time."

"after all."

"Such a calm sea is a rare find."

Snapped.

Communication was cut off.

A crimson glow filled the sky above the South China Sea.

The once invincible "Blue Quite" let out its final mournful cry under the invisible red force.

Boom!

The massive derrick was snapped in two and smashed onto the rock-hard sea surface.

And under the watchful eyes of the entire world.

This red sea is like a huge, silent warning.

It's telling everyone.

Myths are more than just stories.

It is a sword hanging overhead, a net hidden deep in the sea.

Those who cross the line.

Desperate.