He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Wei Long neither dodged nor avoided the blow, taking it head-on.

boom!

Wei Long took three steps back, leaving a faint white mark on his black chest armor.

Mo Wendao also took three steps back, his outstretched hand trembling slightly.

He looked down at his hands, a look of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

"impossible……"

He murmured, "I killed four hundred thousand people and refined their blood essence. This palm strike is enough to shatter mountains and break seas—"

"What gives you the right to take this on?"

Wei Long did not answer.

He simply took a deep breath and charged forward again.

Nine people followed behind.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of fists and palms clashing echoed through the night sky.

Ten against one, the battle was so fierce it caused mountains to collapse and the earth to split.

Mo Wen was overwhelmed and suffered repeated defeats.

He is very strong.

It's really strong.

The combined energy of 400,000 people gave him strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people.

Even those most basic blood sacrifice spells gave him some extraordinary abilities.

But those ten men in black armor were even stronger.

Each of their punches carries the force of 500,000 jin (approximately 250,000 kg).

Their punches were as fast as lightning.

They worked together seamlessly, advancing and retreating in unison, like a sophisticated killing machine.

The scariest thing is——

They are not afraid of getting hurt.

Mo Wen believed his will was strong enough.

Even with severed arms and legs, and the excruciating pain of being punched repeatedly, he never even flinched.

But the person on the other side was even crazier than him.

In terms of skill and experience, they are far inferior to him.

But these people risked their lives for injury with every move, completely disregarding life and death.

They seemed oblivious to pain, fear, and death.

"madman……"

As Mo Wendao retreated, he muttered to himself, "A bunch of lunatics..."

He suddenly felt a pang of regret.

I regret being so flamboyant.

I regret that I drew the route for the massacre so straight.

He regretted letting the young emperor know he was coming.

But it was too late to regret it.

Wei Long's fist came crashing down again.

The punch landed squarely on his chest.

click-

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Mo Wendao was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up, only to find that the ten men in black armor had already surrounded him.

Ten people stood in a circle, looking down at him.

The moonlight streamed down from above, casting long shadows over them.

"you……"

Mo Wendao's voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping against stone, "Who exactly are you people?"

Wei Long crouched down and looked him straight in the eye.

"His Majesty sent us."

His voice was very calm, so calm it was almost unbelievable.

But the anger in his eyes could not be concealed.

"Avenge the people you slaughtered."

Mo Wendao was stunned.

Then he laughed.

He laughed very loudly.

He laughed so hard he could barely breathe.

"The common people?"

"They were just a bunch of mortals, so what if we killed them?"

"Just for that reason?"

Wei Long was silent for a moment.

The next instant, a fist slammed into Mo Wendao's face.

boom!

Blood splattered, and several broken teeth popped out of Mo Wendao's mouth, rolling into the dust and getting covered in ash.

"This punch was delivered for the 63,000 people of Youzhou."

Mo Wendao tilted his head, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, yet he was still smiling.

Wei Long's second punch landed.

"This punch is for the people of Jizhou."

The fists whistled through the air, striking the same spot.

"This punch is for Dingzhou."

Bah!

"This punch—"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each punch was heavier and more vicious than the last.

The blood splattered on Wei Long's hand was still warm.

Mo Wendao's face had collapsed on one side, and it was unknown how many bones were broken.

"Hahaha!"

But Mo Wendao was still smiling.

His face, almost completely smashed, was twisted to the side, blood streaming down from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and eyes, yet his laughter grew louder and sharper.

It was as if they were laughing at Wei Long for getting angry over those mortals—those ants, they could be crushed if they wanted, but were they even worth throwing a punch at?

It's as if he's laughing at himself—after all his scheming and slaughtering, he only ended up with the fate of "slaughtering some mortals."

Laughter trembled amidst the blood and foam, echoing between broken bones.

Wei Long frowned as he looked at Mo Wendao, who was still laughing.

He stood up and took a step back.

Let's do it together.

"Send him on his way."

Ten men in black armor raised their hands simultaneously.

With the force of 500,000 jin, ten punches combined into one.

Enough to collapse a mountain.

Enough to sever the sea.

That would be enough to completely obliterate this demon that had slaughtered forty-seven cities.

Mo Wendao lay on the ground, watching the ten fists get closer and closer.

A flicker of despair crossed his eyes.

Then--

That despair turned into madness.

"You want to kill me?"

His voice suddenly turned shrill, like the howl of a vengeful ghost.

"Then let's die together!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up.

His skin cracked, flesh churned, and streaks of crimson light shot out from his body.

Wei Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

"retreat!"

All ten people retreated simultaneously.

But it was too late.

boom!!!

A deafening roar.

A crimson light shot into the sky, turning the night sky a deep scarlet.

The surrounding rocks and vegetation instantly turned to dust.

Within a radius of a hundred feet, everything was razed to the ground.

……

I don't know how much time passed.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated.

The moonlight shone down again, illuminating the ravaged battlefield.

Wei Long crawled out from a pile of rubble, his body covered in blood.

His black armor was shattered, his sword was broken, and his entire left arm hung limply at his sides.

He raised his head and looked around.

A dead silence.

Nine brothers lay scattered among the ruins.

Some are still moving, while others have stopped moving.

"Second brother!"

"Third brother!"

"Fourth brother!"

He called out to them one by one, his voice hoarse.

Someone responded, a faint voice.

Some people haven't responded, and they never will.

Wei Long's eyes were red.

But he didn't cry.

He simply took a deep breath, staggered to his feet, and walked toward the epicenter of the explosion.

That was where Mo Wendao originally lay.

Now all that remains is a huge, deep pit.

At the bottom of the pit, there was a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

It's still wriggling.

Still breathing.

Wei Long's pupils suddenly contracted.

He's not dead yet?

He walked step by step to the bottom of the pit, until he reached the lump of flesh and blood.

It was a mass that was no longer recognizable as human.

His limbs were twisted, his torso was cracked, half of his face was rotten, and only one eye was still moving.

That eye was fixed on Wei Long.

His eyes held hatred, madness, and fear.

There was no regret whatsoever.

"you……"

Mo Wendao's voice squeezed out from his broken throat, hoarse like two stones rubbing together, "You can't kill me..."

"I killed four hundred thousand people...and refined the blood essence of four hundred thousand people..."

"I am immortal..."

Wei Long remained silent.

He just stood there, looking at the mass of flesh and blood.

Four hundred thousand people.

Forty-seven cities.

Did those people look at him like that before they died?

Did you ask him for that?

Wei Long didn't know.

But he knew one thing—

Today, this demon must die.

He raised his hand.

The right hand can still move.

Although three fingers were broken, although the web of the hand was split open, and although the whole arm was trembling.

But it can still move.

He clenched his fist.

The immense force of 500,000 jin was concentrated at this moment.