I handed over the game to the gaming industry, and the government gave me a hacked version.

Chen You was still standing there.

Mo Yuan's Star River Robe fluttered in the wind, not even a tear in the hem.

Above their heads, a dense array of gray numbers was slowly rising.

-1!

-1!

-1!

There are also countless "immunity" indicators, occasionally interspersed with a few red numbers.

-43!

-125!

-890!

Oro's eyes widened, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets.

Chen You glanced down at his health bar.

Health: 328955/355660.

My health has dropped, but not by much.

Of the thousands of spells that just hit him, probably only twenty or thirty could actually break through his spiritual energy protective defense.

Most of these dozens of people can only deal a few dozen or a hundred damage.

There are fewer than five characters capable of dealing over a thousand damage.

The total damage is a little over 10,000.

For a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with 350,000 HP, this 10,000+ points of damage is negligible.

Chen You reached out and patted the dust off his Taoist robe, then looked up at Oro on the floating sanctuary.

"Your Roman god race mages..." Chen You paused, his tone extremely sincere, "haven't you had dinner yet?"

Along the coastline, a million casual players erupted in a deafening uproar.

Holy crap!

"He's not dead! The wandering god is not dead!"

"That was the combined fire of thousands of mages! And his health bar barely budged!"

"Am I blind? What the hell are those rows of forced health deductions? This defense is even more outrageous than Saros's!"

Lin Miao stood on the periphery of the crowd, let out a long sigh of relief, and finally loosened her clenched fist.

She knew that the monster that the team leader and his team had created with all the country's resources could not be killed by such conventional methods.

On the floating sanctuary, the mages of the Roman God Clan fell into collective self-doubt.

An 80th-level fire mage stared at the lingering fire element at the tip of his staff, his lips trembling: "My Explosive Flame... only took a little damage?"

"This is impossible!" Oro roared.

He suddenly stepped forward and pointed at Chen You.

"What invincible item did you use? Or did you exploit a system loophole? How could you only lose 10,000 HP with thousands of people focusing fire on you?!"

Oro couldn't accept this reality.

He is the leader of the Roman gods, and an oracle.

He knows the damage calculation formula for magic-based classes best.

That volley of fire just now theoretically dealt over ten million damage.

Even if the opponent has extremely high magic resistance, it is impossible to reduce most attacks to a forced damage of 1 point.

He's only level 50!

"An invincible item?" Chen You laughed.

He raised his right hand, palm up.

Purple lightning danced at his fingertips.

For a fleeting moment, Chen You considered summoning Erlang Shen and burying all of them alive.

Forget it, let's be safe and save it for when we need to save our lives.

"I'll correct two of your mistakes." Chen You's voice, accompanied by thunder, clearly echoed throughout the bay.

"First, I didn't use any props; this is my own defense."

"Your magic is too low in purity; it can't even penetrate my protective aura."

"Secondly, since you're going to make a move, don't blame me for bullying the low-level accounts."

The elites of the three major races gathered here are basically all above level 50.

It was incredibly ironic that Chen You uttered the words "bullying the low-level account."

The words fell.

The lightning in Chen You's palm suddenly expanded.

Purple arcs of electricity spread from his arm throughout his body, producing a piercing crackling sound.

On the giant leaf in the distance, Moon Arrow watched this scene and shook his head helplessly.

This Chen You is indeed a freakish mage disguised as a melee fighter.

Moon Arrow coldly ordered in the guild channel, "All elves, stay away from the Roman gods."

The Elven players swiftly obeyed the order, and those near the Roman players retreated in unison.

On the sea, Salos wiped the seawater off his face.

He looked at Chen You, who was unharmed, and then at the furious Oro, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Auro! You piece of trash!" Saros's voice boomed.

"Thousands of people are fighting a level 50 character, and they can't even scratch him! The Roman gods might as well rename themselves the Roman Gua Sha Clan!"

Auro's face turned ashen, and he glared at Saros: "Shut up! What right do you have to talk to me, you idiot who got shot into the sea by the arrow tower!"

"I was hit by true damage!" Thalos retorted without backing down. "You dare go up and try?!"

Chen You listened to the two hurling insults at each other and shook his head.

The clouds in the sky began to churn, and the horizon, which had been dyed red by the setting sun, was quickly replaced by thick black clouds.

Purple lightning bolts darted through the clouds like raging dragons.

A terrifying pressure descended from the sky.

The solo players on the coastline felt short of breath and looked up at the sky.

"What... what kind of skill is this?"

"Invoking celestial phenomena? Is this a skill that players can unleash?"

"I feel like this is even more terrifying than the concentrated fire from thousands of people just now..."

Auro's hands, gripping the staff, began to sweat.

He stared intently at the thunderclouds in the sky.

His intuition told him that the magical barrier, formed by the combined power of thousands of people, would not be able to withstand the upcoming attack.

"Moon Arrow!" Auro shouted, turning around. "Are you still watching the show?!"

"If he clears us out, and the Star Sea King descends later, will your entire Elven God race be able to handle it?"

Moon Arrow stood with his arms crossed at the edge of the giant leaf.

"President Oro, there's no need for my clan to trouble themselves," Moon Arrow said in a cold voice. "You should mind your own business first."

Her mind was clearer than ever before.

Chen You's current displayed strength has earned him the right to sit on equal footing with the three leaders.

Go help Oro? That would be asking for trouble.

Chen You raised the Jade Emperor Sword above his head.

The sword tip pointed directly at the thunderclouds.

"Boom!"

A deafening clap of thunder echoed throughout the bay.

The purple lightning bolts, as thick as water tanks, crashed down from the churning black clouds.

This is not just one, but hundreds or thousands.

The sky over Cangxing Bay was painted a ghastly purple.

On the floating sanctuary, Oro's eyes were bloodshot with rage.

"United Shield! Everyone, unite to defend!"

Thousands of Roman gods raised their staffs.

Multicolored magical light shot into the sky, weaving together to form a semi-transparent dome several meters thick above their heads.

"Hold on!" Ouro roared, "His mana can't sustain this level of continuous spells! Just get through the first wave..."

Before he could finish speaking...

The first bolt of purple lightning struck the shield.

There was no deafening explosion, nor a stalemate where the forces were evenly matched.

There was only one crisp "click".

The combined magical shield of thousands of mages melted a large hole the moment it came into contact with the "Divine Firmament Thunder Orthodox Method".

The thunder magic in the cultivation system contains the true meaning of the destruction of the Heavenly Dao.

The elemental magic in Western fantasy is a whole dimension different in its underlying logic.

"Impossible!" Oro's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The lightning bolt poured down through the hole, striking precisely into the mage formation.

"-658900!"

A bright red number floated above the head of a level 60 mage.

He didn't even have time to scream before his health bar evaporated instantly.

He turned into a streak of white light and was sent back to the respawn point, leaving behind only a pile of dropped equipment and potions.

This is just the beginning.