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

He guessed right on the first half—Yun Yi indeed didn't chase after him.

After all, this place is indeed a bit eerie. There is no sense of time or space. Even if you feel like you are moving forward, you may end up back where you started, or even go backward.

There is no prior experience to follow in tracking this.

But he doesn't need to chase after him.

His fist was already raised, and even after the figure of the extraterrestrial demon disappeared from sight, he still maintained the punching posture.

Then he threw a punch.

This was the first time he had thrown a full-force punch since sealing his own power.

Within the world, even if the power is copied, every punch is thrown with great care, for fear that the power might be too great and break the seal.

But this is outside the world, where there are no restrictions and you can throw punches as you please.

He launched his attack towards the direction where the streak of light had disappeared, towards that empty, lightless void.

When that punch landed, the entire void fell silent for a moment.

It was as quiet as the moment before a giant drumhead is struck; even the churning gray air currents paused their flow.

Then, that void seemed to be shattered.

No sound.

Sound cannot travel in such a place.

But Yun Yi could sense that the direction in which his fist was about to land was undergoing a change that was so drastic it exceeded the limits of his perception.

The space there was completely shattered into a chaotic, powdery state, and the gray airflow was stirred into a swirling vortex. At the center of the vortex was a black area that was constantly collapsing inward—as if the void itself had been punched with a hole.

He didn't stop after throwing the punch.

Second punch, third punch, fourth punch.

Each punch landed in a different direction, each punch carving a shocking crack in that void.

Each punch was more terrifying than the last.

The cracks crisscrossed, like someone using a giant axe to carve out a chaotic, haphazard abstract painting in the void, shattering this already unstructured space into even more chaotic fragments.

He didn't know exactly which direction the extraterrestrial demons had fled to, nor did he need to know.

"That old Deng was punched by you back then, his heart was shattered, and his life was ruined by more than half of it."

"Old Deng himself said he hoped I could punch him back."

Wu Wudi remained silent for a long time, then said as if resigned to his fate:

"Fine, I'll fight you, but first you need to make it clear what will happen after you take this punch."

"As long as you can withstand this punch from me," the clone said, "I'll protect this world."

Wu Wudi didn't hesitate for long before nodding.

"it is good."

He took a step forward and straightened his body again.

The dark gold seal patterns remaining on his skin made a slight cracking sound with his movements, as if the surface was shattered by the surging blood and qi from within.

His blue robe fluttered in the wind, his fists were clenched again, and the qi and blood in his body began to re-condense, swirl, and rise—although much weaker than at his peak, he no longer retreated.

"bring it on."