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

Yun Yi remained kneeling in the shattered white marble pit, his body slightly leaning forward. One hand supported him on the ground, while the other hung at his side. Blood dripped from his fingertips, spreading a small dark patch on the rubble.

His breathing was very light, each rise and fall deliberately slowed down.

The first reincarnator stepped forward.

He was a man at the peak of the eighth level of martial arts, his blood and qi surging, his eyes bloodshot. He had obviously burned too much of his lifespan and his mind was no longer clear.

"Tsk tsk, even the legendary privilege holders have such a despicable side."

"Seriously wounded and betrayed, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

The other reincarnators, seeing this scene, were not blinded by greed and rushed forward.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. A person who can command two powerful individuals to serve him, even if betrayed or seriously injured, is very likely to take a few reincarnators down with him before he dies.

Moreover, there is only one spot available, and it's simply not enough to go around for more than two hundred people.

The first person to step forward, besides having little time left to live, was mostly hoping to be the first to claim the prize.

Yun Yi merely frowned slightly.

He glanced at the sky and thought that since it was almost time, it wouldn't hurt to expose a little.

The first reincarnator to step forward became anxious when he saw that the others had not followed.

In this way, he will inevitably become the first target of the other party.

He was nearing the end of his life and his mind was clouded, but that didn't mean he was willing to be the first to test the trump card of an authority figure.

So he hurriedly opened his mouth: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yun Yi had already stood up.

Now that we've confirmed the time is right, there's no need to keep pretending.

Before the other person could finish speaking, he took a step forward.

Before the man could even react, the fist was already in front of him.

The moment the fist collided with the blade, the horse-slaying saber shattered from the tip, turning into countless tiny iron filings that flew backward.

This scene instantly stunned all the reincarnators present who had not yet rushed forward.

Glug, glug.

Someone swallowed hard.

Those who witnessed this scene immediately understood that everything before was a disguise.

They tried to escape, but Yun Yi didn't give them time to react.

He took another step forward, instantly appearing in front of a reincarnator. He threw a punch, and the second one turned into a cloud of blood mist and disappeared from the spot.

Then came the third, the fourth, and the fifth.

No one saw how Yun Yi threw the punch; all they knew was that as soon as he reached them, the person exploded into a bloody mist, one after another, like candles extinguished by the wind, without even having time to scream.

The surviving reincarnators tried to escape, but as soon as they retreated, they clearly felt that their lifespan was still being drained by the extraterrestrial demons in the sky, flowing away at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even if they do nothing, they won't survive until today.

After a moment of silence, they suddenly realized: rather than exhausting themselves in fear and waiting, it would be better to die at the hands of those with authority—at least to die like a reincarnator.

Having figured it out, the reincarnators no longer hesitated and rushed forward all at once.

Seeing that they not only didn't run away, but dared to charge at him, Yun Yi's lips curled into a slight smile. Perfect, saves him the trouble of chasing them one by one.

He didn't look up at the sky, but he knew the battle situation there was deteriorating.

The dark golden aura layered upon layer, and with each additional layer, the light in the sky dimmed a little.

The privileged individuals are being suppressed, while the aura of the extraterrestrial demons continues to rise.

Yun Yi lowered his gaze, and his hands, which were hanging at his sides, clenched slightly.

It's nice to have some small shrimp before enjoying a big meal.

……

Above the sky, the body of the extraterrestrial demon stretched across the entire southern sky, its dark golden vertical pupils slowly turning as its gaze swept over the frantically attacking figures.

Eight authorized users.

One of them had used up the power of the next ten years to desperately create wounds on him; six others risked injury to tightly bind his wrists and shoulders; and one dressed in black used a black knife to repeatedly cut the dark gold patterns on his body, leaving hair-thin cracks with each cut.

The body of the extraterrestrial demon was indeed being weakened. Cracks spread from his body surface, like ice patterns on porcelain, fine yet dense.

But the curve of his lips remained unchanged; instead, it became more and more relaxed as the cracks increased.

He was keeping time.

And it's almost here.

A gigantic hand suddenly expanded outwards, and golden light poured down from the end of the sky like a wide river, pushing away the attacking figures.

Eight figures were sent flying backward. Some crashed into the mountain, creating deep craters; some dragged hundreds of feet long trenches across the ground; and some barely managed to steady themselves, but the blood at the corners of their mouths was already flowing uncontrollably.

"The myriad forms are ever-changing."

The extraterrestrial demon spoke, its voice deep and immense, as if the entire heavens were speaking, "Scatter—!"

His massive, mountain-like body shuddered violently, and dark golden light spread from his chest, then began to split from the center, as if something was tearing him to pieces from the inside.

His body split into four smaller figures, each about a third the size of the original, each facing a different direction.

The sky was torn open with four parallel slits, and behind each slit was a horizon in a different direction—Eastern Wilderness, Western Desert, Northern Cold, and Central Plains.

The four extraterrestrial demon avatars flew off in four different directions at the same time.

Among those with permissions, Yunling reacted the fastest.

She gritted her teeth, turned, and her figure transformed into a golden streak of light, chasing after the Eastern Wilderness. At the same time, without turning back, she shouted:

"One person chases one; we can't let them get separated!"

The young man in the fiery red robe was the first to come to his senses. He swung his crimson spear and chased after the northern cold direction.

The dwarf man flew towards the Central Plains, his figure weaving and darting through the folds of space.

The other four also chose a direction to catch up.

The young authority holder in black stood still, glanced at the departing figures, then at the ground beneath his feet being eroded by the dark gold aura, and after a moment of silence, chased after them towards the Western Desert.

Only Yunling remained high in the sky, her gaze fixed on the trajectory of the four clones as they disappeared into the distance, while also diverting some of her attention to sense the movements on the other side of the world barrier.

A moment later, several streaks of light appeared in the direction of Zhongzhou.

The colors of those flowing lights varied: pure white like snow, deep blue like the sea, and verdant like new leaves—each one carrying an aura that clearly surpassed the realm of a Martial Emperor.

Five figures rapidly approached from the horizon, leaving five trails of different colors in the air.

That came from the Martial Emperor of Zhongzhou.

The man in the lead had white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and wore a faded gray Taoist robe.

Behind them were a man and a woman. The man was as strong as an iron tower, and the woman was as slender as a bamboo shoot. Further behind were two figures whose auras were slightly weaker, but who were still far beyond the realm of Martial Emperor.

They stopped high in the sky above the southern border, their gazes falling on the four extraterrestrial demon clones that were receding into the distance. They then glanced at the retreating reincarnators and the scattered native army on the ground, before finally settling their gazes on the group of privileged individuals who were in pursuit, also assessing the origins of these people.