I'm not just human!

The next moment, golden threads spread out from the extremely slender waists of the two, instantly spreading to their entire bodies.

The two blade-wielders stood up, their expressions a mixture of mockery and indifference.

"Do you really think we wouldn't prepare to fight against the treasures of the magnetic storm when facing you humans?"

Daponz's expression changed completely. He pressed his hand to his waist, as if he was about to use some other means.

But it was too late.

The Eagle-level Blademan and the Elephant-level Blademan exchanged a glance, and the two demi-humans suddenly unleashed their speed!

The Eagle-level Blademan leaped into the air, suddenly splitting into twenty phantoms that spun together and attacked the two of them relentlessly.

The Elephant-level Blademan's body shone with golden light once more, and with unstoppable speed, he thrust his blades straight at Daponz!

Seeing this, Xia Fa shook his head slightly and pinched the two blade figures in the air and on the ground from a distance.

……

Click!Click!

Two ice balls, each fifty meters in diameter, suddenly appeared from the sand and into the air as Xia Fa squeezed them, freezing the two blademen.

boom--!

The ice ball landed in the air, smashing a huge crater in the sand, with the lower half sinking into the ground.

The ice ball on the ground was affected by the strong wind it generated, and it rolled dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye, even breaking a mechanical pillar.

Daponz stopped in his tracks as he reached for his waist, where he had a brass key—what it was, of course, was no longer important.

The chubby, fair-skinned man, his face contorted with disbelief, turned to look at Xia Fa, who was withdrawing his hands, and stammered, "I've seen a ghost!"

"You...you...you...you...what did you do...what?"

Xia Fa said helplessly:

“If I don’t take action soon, you’ll be shredded.”

Daponz stammered:

"I...I know, what I mean is, you...you're not an insect-level superhuman? This...this is almost on par with a whale-level superhuman, right? How did you do that?"

Xia Fa smiled:

"you guess."

It seemed that the coolness emanating from that fifty-meter-diameter ice sphere calmed Daponz somewhat in the scorching desert. He actually began to ponder, hesitatingly saying:

"You didn't use some extremely costly sealing artifact, did you? This..."

He carefully examined Xia Fa from head to toe, but did not see anything unusual about Xia Fa's body.

Xia Fa waved his hand:

"We'll talk about that later. Let's take over this sacred land first. I need to get to the whale-level area."

Daponz was even more shocked:

"You...you're still heading to the whale-level area?"

But then he glanced at the huge ice ball embedded in the sand not far in front of him, and another ice ball rolling further and further away down the dune, and couldn't help but sigh:

"That's true. No matter what price you're about to pay, your current strength should be able to provide some help to old Terry."

Old Terry?

Xia Fa's eyes flashed. It seemed that this must be the whale-level superhuman who was representing humanity in this battle.

He didn't say much, just nodded and walked straight towards the potato field.

……

The arena, the circular stands, the human section.

"He really does have a sealed artifact, but I wonder what price he'll have to pay..."

Cardan sighed, his tone shifting from disdain when he first heard about Shafa a couple of days ago to a mixture of worry and approval.

The Augustan family, as the former rulers of this kingdom, naturally cared about the common people, especially the refugees who were displaced or even starved to death due to famine.

In fact, since the famine began, the Augustus family has spent millions of pounds, both openly and secretly, all of which have been donated directly to churches in various places and used to purchase food from other countries to help refugees.

Now, Xia Fa's willingness to sacrifice his body and even his soul to use the sealed artifact to help humanity win the potato field in the land of the gods has deeply moved Kaldan.

He was even considering whether to recruit Shafa into the Augustus family this year.

Such a noble person, who happened to be named Augustus, would be a regret to miss, regardless of whether he had the noble blood of the Augustus family.

As for his illegitimate son, let him wait a year, no matter how much his mother makes a fuss or begs.

Unlike Cardan's emotional reaction, Axor's face turned completely gloomy.

"That kid Xia Fa... how could he be so stupid! Doesn't he even think about himself?"

Yaxo gripped the armrest of the seat so tightly that he almost lost his composure, squeezing the iron armrest until it developed fine cracks.

As a demigod, especially one from the Augustus family, he possessed extensive knowledge of mysticism and had already guessed what type of sealing artifact Xia Fa had used.

When the spirit is exhausted, the only option is to use the power of the soul to trigger the elemental expansion, which requires the sacrifice of soul-sealing artifacts.

That type of sealing artifact... while it would allow Xia Fa to use his Elemental Expansion talent again at any cost to freeze those two Blademan race superhumans, it would inevitably cause Xia Fa's soul to suffer great damage.

It's even possible that they'll be stuck at the insect-level superhuman level from now on.

Or rather, even those at the "stopped insect" level are considered good; there's a considerable possibility that they might become mentally impaired due to soul damage, or even completely lose control and turn into terrifying monsters.

Tyrene's face was also icy cold, as if covered by a layer of frost, and his gaze became thoughtful:

"Is it the 'Soul Devouring Box'? Or the 'Soul Separation Bag'... If we're talking about sealed artifacts circulating in the black market of the Augu Kingdom in recent years, these are the only ones that could be it. It would have been a good thing if Xia Fa had gotten them, but now..."

Tyrene suddenly picked up the scepter beside him and whispered a few words to the sphere floating on it.

The sphere flashed and disappeared as if space itself had contracted.

Tyrene gazed longingly towards the horizon:

"This is the only way for now. As soon as Xia Fa comes out, we'll give him the extraordinary potion we've prepared, which will temporarily alleviate the damage to his soul to some extent..."

Clearly, as a cardinal of the Silver Church, Tyrene had guessed that Shafa must have activated the Elemental Surge talent again at the cost of sacrificing his soul.

But precisely because of this, his worries reached their peak, and he felt a mix of emotions over Xia Fa's sacrifice.

The three demigods looked worried, but the other audience members, unaware of what was going on, exclaimed in surprise.

"Wow! How did Xia Fa do that? That's amazing!"

"I heard he's an extraordinary descendant of the Baal behemoth; that must be some kind of extraordinary talent, right?"

"Extraordinary talent alone isn't enough; it's probably accompanied by some incredibly powerful secret treasure!"

"Daponz is really unreliable. If it weren't for Shafa, he would probably be torn to pieces by now. I can even imagine his fat flowing all over the sand."

"Haha, there's nothing we can do about it. He thinks he's smart, but he also thinks Renren is stupid."

"No matter what, Xiafa... is a hero! He won ten million acres of potato fields for our Augu Kingdom!"

The audience was excitedly discussing something when suddenly they all fell silent.

Because the paint-like scene in the sky reappeared!

This kind of thing has happened several times before, but... never before has it excited humanity so much!

In the stands, many civilians even stood up, their hands clenched involuntarily, their eyes fixed on the sky without daring to blink.

In the sky, a large expanse of gray-white wasteland slowly appeared.

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized it as Putet Farm, which used to be the largest farm in the Kingdom of Augu, but this year it has been almost completely abandoned due to the frozen soil and locust plague!

The Putte farm, with a total of 35.13 million acres of land, does not belong to any great nobleman, nor is it the land of the Selenes royal family. Instead, it is owned by the farmers who live around the city of Putte.

But fate is fickle. The farmers at Putte Farm were already living a life of farming year after year, and they could hardly save any surplus grain.

With the two natural disasters this year, these farmers have all become refugees.

Many of the refugees who flooded into Rum and even Augustus came from Putte Farm.

These farmlands of Putte Farm naturally became unclaimed land as a result.

But no one even bothered to occupy it, because after years of cultivation, the fertility of the farmland on Putte Farm was almost exhausted, and with the arrival of the frozen climate, it had become a completely uncultivable wasteland.

But now, a miracle from the gods has occurred!

On this vast expanse of wasteland, totaling over 35 million mu, ten million mu of which suddenly sprouted tender seedlings!

The seedlings sprouted branches and roots in an instant, grew rapidly, and turned into slender, yellowish leaves in the blink of an eye.

Many civilians immediately recognized them as potato leaves!

Moreover, the slender, yellowish shape is a sign that the underground potato tubers are mature!

A full ten million mu of mature potatoes!

The audience erupted in excitement, cheering, weeping, and celebrating... for this great miracle, and for the refugees whose suffering was about to end.

But that wasn't enough. Beneath the long, thin, yellow leaves of the potatoes, where the soil had been grayish-white, it began to turn dark brown!

Moreover, it didn't stop after turning dark brown; it then turned black!

Black soil...that's one of the most fertile of almost all types of soil!

The scene abruptly ends there.

However, the jubilation and joy that remained in the hearts of the audience in the human district were completely ablaze.

"A hero! Xia Fa is a hero!"

"Now our refugees in the Kingdom of Augu are saved!"

"I really want to go back right away and tell my aunt's family the news. Alas, her son and daughter both starved to death in this famine."

"If all ten million mu of potato fields are harvested, it should be enough to keep most of the refugees alive until autumn, right?"

"About right. Our college professors have calculated that it would take about 50 to 60 billion kilograms of grain to completely alleviate this famine, which is equivalent to 50 million tons. And this time, the 10 million mu of potato fields should be able to harvest about 20 million tons of potatoes."

"This is all thanks to Xiafa. Of course, we also thank the ancestors of the Mist People, the great Silent Mist of the Earth."

"Praise the Lord, praise the silent fog of the earth!"