Isis's eyes were fixed on Ji Nian and the detonator in her hand, her gaze flickering slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

Attacking Daxia from here is the order of the Sun God. If they retreat here, the situation on the side of the Wind God, the Yellow Sand God and Amon will be completely out of control... Up to now, the curse of Daxia's national destiny has not appeared, which means that they have not completed their mission yet.

From this perspective, they now have to delay time for the curse of national destiny and stop these human ceilings.

But if they continue to stay here, the "human circle" that has been preserved from the fog with great difficulty will be destroyed. Without the source of willpower, the operation of the kingdom of God will come to a complete standstill, and the Sun City will become a rootless duckweed, unable to support their existence.

This involves the rise and fall of the Egyptian gods.

If it was really as Ji Nian said, then Isis would of course withdraw from Da Xia without hesitation to preserve the "human circle", but all this was just Ji Nian's one-sided statement. With just a strange detonator, she had no way of judging whether what Ji Nian said was true or false...

In fact, Isis did not believe that Jijian could enter the "human circle" again and quietly place so many explosives in it, but this woman was a complete lunatic. If she could blow up their temple the first time, who said she couldn't do it the second time?

Isis was unwilling, but she really didn't dare to gamble.

After the gods and humans stopped fighting, the rolling waves gradually calmed down. Under the gloomy and dark sky, the four gods and five humans stared at each other vigilantly, ready to attack again at any time.

The other three Enneads were waiting for Isis' decision.

At this moment, the white pixel-style Bluetooth headset hanging on Memorial's ear lit up, and someone was sending her some information through this headset.

Ji Nian’s brows raised slightly.

"It seems that you still have hope for the battlefield in the eastern mist." Ji Nian looked into Isis' eyes and spoke slowly, "Unfortunately, just now, your God of Yellow Sand Set died at the hands of the Great Xia Sword Saint, and the God of Wind escaped with serious injuries...

You have already lost."

Hearing these words, the faces of the four Nine Pillar Gods changed at the same time!

Not only them, but several other human ceilings also stood there in a daze, with shock in their eyes.

Zhou Ping...took that step?

"That's impossible." Gabe said coldly, "How can a human kill a god?"

"Whether it's true or not, you'll know when you return to Sun City." Jin Yi put his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly.

The gods' faces were extremely gloomy.

Although they didn't believe in their hearts that any human could kill a god, assuming that what she said was true, it meant that... the humans of Da Xia might have mastered the method of stepping into the divine realm and killing the gods.

If this is the case, then Daxia is a huge threat to all the divine kingdoms in the world!

Isis stood on the sea in a skirt and jacket, looking into the distance at the end of the sea, the looming outline of the land, and she still did not retreat.

She seemed to be waiting for something.

Now, it was Ji Nian's turn to frown slightly.

She didn't expect that things had developed to this point, and these four nine-pillar gods were still unwilling to retreat?

What are they waiting for?

At this moment, Ye Fan, covered in wounds, came from not far away wearing a tattered dark red cloak with a smile on his face.

"Are you waiting for the so-called curse of national destiny?"

Isis's eyes narrowed.

She turned to look at Ye Fan, who was smiling, with her eyes slightly narrowed.

"Don't be so surprised. There are so many extraordinary people in Daxia, and it's not surprising that there are a few who can predict good and bad luck." Ye Fan shrugged.

"However, if you really want to harm the fate of our Great Xia...

That's a pity.

I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."

…

Daxia border.

A wisp of black gas seeped in from the void like ink, like a thick dark cloud, covering the surface of the earth and mountains.

Black is spreading rapidly.

But even though the black gas spread between the mountains and cities, no one noticed its existence.

It is just a curse of fate. The mortal eyes cannot detect it at all. Even if this black air spreads over everyone's body, they just feel like a gust of cold wind blowing, and soon return to normal.

The path of luck is illusory and mysterious.

This black air poured out from nothingness and scattered among the mountains of Daxia's territory, quickly devouring the mysterious energy under the dragon veins.

In the thick black air, a huge figure gradually condensed. He stood between the mountains, like a black and cold giant, overlooking the rolling mountains beneath his feet.

He was dressed in black, holding a black scepter in his hand, with a cold smile on his lips.

The curse of national destiny has already begun.

Endless black air surged out from beneath his illusory body, following the torrent of luck hidden under the dragon veins, and was quickly transported to every inch of land in Daxia.

These black air are the main body of the curse he prepared. After these curses permeate the national destiny, they will completely corrode it. If the original national destiny of Daxia is a towering tree that thrives, then these curses are the poisonous insects that rapidly gnaw at the trunk.

As long as the big tree of national destiny is gnawed down and the fortune withers, the future of Daxia will be cut in half.

"What a powerful luck..."

The giant Amon stood between the mountains, closed his eyes and felt the intricate dragon veins under his feet. In each dragon vein, the surging energy was like the mighty Yellow River, endless and majestic.

These are the accumulation of Daxia's fortune over thousands of years.

Amon's expression grew slightly serious.

Even if he was a god who specialized in the art of cursing, it would still be a huge undertaking to corrode such a huge amount of national fortune through curses, and it was simply impossible to accomplish it in a short period of time.

But it doesn't matter. If it can't be corroded in one day, then two days. If it can't be corroded in two days, then a month. If it can't be corroded in a month, then a year...

Anyway, he has now become a person of luck, so even if those ceilings come, they can't hurt him at all. He is like a termite with no natural enemies, quietly lurking on the dragon vein of Daxia.

These humans can't do anything to him.

At worst, he will leave here when the gods of Da Xia revive. I believe that by then, even if the entire Da Xia national destiny is not corroded, it will be destroyed most of it.

Things like national destiny, once damaged, can never be replaced. Once gone, it is gone. Even gods cannot inject good fortune into Daxia out of thin air.

Amon closed his eyes and carefully felt the destiny of the Great Xia nation that stood like a towering tree. At this moment, he seemed to have noticed something and his brows suddenly frowned.

Between the thickest river of luck, six figures as bright as the sun gradually appeared.

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A digression.

Sanjiu may need to take three days off for some personal reasons, but considering everyone's reading experience, I decided to publish these last three chapters in three days, one chapter per day, and resume normal updates on Monday.

Sanjiu's mind is very confused now and I really can't write anything. I need this short vacation to catch my breath and prepare for the plot of the next volume.

Sanjiu will try his best to return the owed chapters during the Spring Festival. I am very sorry.