this infinite world

no respond.

In other words, there shouldn't be a response. Because the blood-red blade light that followed was the best response!

"Shh!"

The blade brought up huge waves, and the force of the blade was like water that filled the gullies in space. One wave was higher than the other, one wave was stronger than the other, turning into a whirlpool that swept across... Before Yang Yun could finish his words, the first move of the Heaven-Swallowing and Seven-Destroying Limits, "Breaking the Sea", had already arrived!

"Is it the same old thing?"

Facing the familiar moves in his memory, Yang Yun's expression remained unchanged. He thrust the Wenwang Seven-Star Sword in his hand into the ground, and suddenly a giant tree rose from the ground, blocking the incoming turbulent waves like a magic needle... Just like what the main god did during the Red Alert 2 in his memory, not even the corners of his clothes were wet!

The knife's force was broken, but the man with blood-red hair still didn't respond at all. Through the dark mist, Yang Yun couldn't see the specific expression on his face. It seemed that there was no rationality in those red eyes, only pure killing intent.

The next moment, the knife's momentum changed again. The man's long knife pressed the void to slow down time, and the surrounding matter was constantly decomposed into the dark yellow aura that constituted the matter, just like a tiger greedily devouring the five elements. In just a moment, it turned into a towering mountain range that fell from the sky and pressed straight down!

The second regret is that time cannot be turned back and the mountains collapse!
"If it was last time, I really didn't have any good way to deal with it, but this time..."

When Yang Yun looked up at the towering mountains pressing down from the sky, and the force of blockade and suppression on his body, a circle of light belonging to the immortal power suddenly bloomed around Yang Yun. This light was dazzling and illuminated the surroundings, and a shadow of a planet appeared faintly above his head, creating some kind of wonderful resonance.

The landslide, the power to change the rules of heaven and earth. But for Yang Yun, who is now at the advanced level of the fourth order, has merged with the will of the world several times, and has an entire world in his body, this suppression of the rules has not caused any hindrance to him. With just a thought, the power of miracles was instantly generated in his right hand -

"Shining in the Gun of the End!"

The radiant holy spear, wrapped in billowing blazing flames, cut through the sky and pointed directly at the towering mountain range that was like a barrier between heaven and earth. As the two violently collided in mid-air, an extremely violent explosion was instantly triggered, as if it was a magnificent scene when the world was first created.

The huge energy fluctuations formed a visible shock wave in the air. The surrounding air was instantly compressed and then rapidly expanded, producing a deafening roar. The interweaving of light and fire dyed the surrounding scene with a doomsday-like orange-red hue. The boundless energy rolled and swept, like fireworks in purgatory.

However, in the next moment, as a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, the flames and light were completely swept away, and a projection of a long blood-red river suddenly reappeared behind the man, raising huge waves like a typhoon passing through.

Then...the different tributaries representing different possibilities actually all gathered towards the big knife in his hand like a river changing its course!

In that instant, a frightening bloody wind gathered around the blade, and in contrast, there was a dark and pure killing intent. The two energies, one red and one black, collided and rotated violently in the air, and finally merged into a dark red blade tornado, which was so powerful that people dared not look directly at it.

However, this tornado of sword energy was just a light breeze in the huge storm raging in the entire blood sea, almost insignificant. Among the countless tributaries winding through the blood sea, at least tens of thousands of tributaries also emerged with such sword energy. These sword energy echoed and devoured each other, forming a huge network, and all of them attacked Yang Yun at the same time!

This scene was like countless demons opening their bloody mouths, trying to devour Yang Yun. The pressure coming from all directions was enough to make anyone despair.

——Yang Yun just smiled. "I am me, not just anyone else."

The magnificent starlight reappeared, Yang Yun raised his hand, and the "Gungnir" that was materialized through miracle stabbed straight out.

One shot is worth ten thousand shots.

Ten thousand guns are just one gun.

One becomes ten thousand, and ten thousand becomes one.

No matter how many tributaries of fate there are, they will all converge to one point under this spear... and the third sword, "Storm", will also be completely destroyed by this spear!
"So, it's about time we had enough of the old tricks!"

After three slashes, accompanied by a loud shout from Yang Yun, Jianmu suddenly shone brightly, and the golden light of the soul spread out like ripples, spreading the aftermath of the fight around, which was diffused between the spirit and matter, and the thick fog that originated from the darkness and confusion deep in the heart, dissipated in an instant, revealing the real world that was concealed and hidden.

However, what followed was an even more horrifying scene of hell.

Smelling the pungent smell coming from all around and feeling the unnaturally hot temperature in the environment, Yang Yun frowned. He was actually in a sea of ​​​​burning fire. The broken walls that had not yet been burned out proved that this was originally a town, and the intermittent and distorted English letters on the molten metal road signs showed him that this was the real Silent Hill town in reality.

But Yang Yun had no time to explore why this place was burning so much. The surrounding heterogeneous flames made him feel burning pain. The golden light of his soul instinctively avoided the terrifying nature contained in it, which was completely opposite to "Jianmu" - if "Jianmu" was a symbol of life and law, then this flame was the embodiment of destruction and chaos. It used the myriad things as firewood, devoured them wantonly, and swept everywhere. The void twisted and overlapped, time was chaotic and converged, the energy sea dried up, and matter collapsed and annihilated... Everything was accelerating towards the inevitable end.

This scene is just like the Doomsday Judgment in mythology.

——What on earth is this…

This environment was completely different from what he remembered, and it was completely beyond Yang Yun's expectations. He subconsciously turned on the "Light Wind", but the next moment, he was trapped in a darkness that was even colder and deeper than the abyss of the universe, where time, space, and matter all disappeared, leaving only pure nothingness.

Even with the light wind, he still couldn't detect any residual heat left by the free energy. It was as if he was in a real realm of emptiness. If it weren't for the protection of the light of the soul, which opened up a small world, even Yang Yun would be frozen and sealed by this invisible prison of death, and his existence would gradually be completely dissolved and assimilated by the abyss...

And in front of this doomsday-like scene, the blood-red-haired man finally regained some human rationality in his eyes, cleared his throat, and responded in a hoarse voice that had not been spoken for many years -

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

"Yang Yun." (End of chapter)