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

Yun Yi did not dodge.

He raised his left hand and drew a circle in front of him.

A thin, dark red flame barrier appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.

The bullet didn't bounce off upon impact; instead, it melted instantly—the metal liquefied at extreme temperatures, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling sound.

Then he raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

Five fine threads of true energy shot out from his fingertips, precisely piercing the foreheads of the remaining five followers.

One, two, three, four, five.

The five corpses fell to the ground almost simultaneously, even in similar positions—faces up, a red dot between their brows, eyes open, their pupils still holding the terror of their last moments before death.

Yun Yi lowered his hand, and the flame barrier dissipated.

He looked down at his mother's face at his feet.

After watching for a moment, he fell silent.

It seems to have been sitting for a while, and it's already burnt.

Yun Yi glanced at her for a moment.

This is the first time I've had this experience.

Just then, he heard sounds outside—the sound of synchronized footsteps, the clanging of metal, and a heavy, oppressive aura approaching.

The footsteps stopped at the door, and the heavy metal door was kicked open from the outside.

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The door slammed against the wall with a deafening crash.

A group of people rushed in.

These people are completely different from the believers from before.

There were no uniforms, nor was there any fanatical religious atmosphere.

They wore all sorts of clothing—animal skins, rough cloth, half-armor pieces stripped from enemies, and some were even shirtless, revealing their scarred, bronze skin.

The weapons were also varied: huge serrated swords, double-edged axes, bows and arrows, and some people had their hands empty, but their fists were wrapped with glowing rune strips.

Compared to the previous group, it was as if ancient warriors had collided with soldiers from the future.

But what these people have in common is that they are physically powerful.

Yun Yi could tell at a glance that they showed no signs of modification and had no uniform energy fluctuations.

His power came from pure physical tempering and a cultivation system he was not very familiar with—the way energy flows in each person's body is different, as if they have different teachers and each has their own school.

The leader was a man nearly two meters tall, with shoulders as broad as a door panel, a face full of fleshy muscles, and a hideous scar on his forehead that stretched from his brow bone to his chin.

He was carrying a huge iron hammer that was almost as tall as him, with bloodstains still sticking to its head.

He rushed in and the first thing he saw was the female corpse lying on the ground.

My steps stopped.

His eyes were fixed on the female corpse, his face trembled, and the veins on his hand gripping the hammer bulged and his knuckles turned white.

"The...leader?"

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been rubbed on sandpaper.

The people behind him also saw the female corpse, and one by one they stopped in their tracks.

All sounds disappeared, leaving only heavy breathing and the lingering smell of blood in the air.

The scarred man walked forward slowly, each step as if his feet were bound with heavy iron weights.

He knelt down in front of the woman's corpse, placed the hammer on the ground, and stretched out his rough, large hand, wanting to touch her face, but stopped at the last moment.

His hand hung in mid-air, trembling violently.

"...We're too late."

His voice was choked with emotion when he said those five words.

Suppressed sobs came from the crowd behind me.

Some people turned away, unable to bear to watch any longer; others clenched their teeth, their eyes bloodshot.

Then the scarred man saw Yun Yi.

Yun Yi stood next to the woman's abdomen, covered in blood, with remnants of the ruptured placenta still clinging to his small body. At his feet was the laceration on the woman's abdomen—he was standing on the location of her uterus.

The scarred man's gaze lingered on Yun Yi for a moment before turning to the gash in the female corpse's abdomen.

That location, that size, that shape.

He got it.

The people behind him understood as well.

The leader was pregnant when she left.

This is the leader's child.

Yun Yi stood there, barefoot and covered in blood, silently staring at the giant kneeling on the ground.

The remaining true energy in his body circulated rapidly through his meridians, and he was ready to make a move at any moment.

Then the scarred man did something he hadn't expected.

He lowered his head.

This giant, two meters tall, with a face full of scars and reeking of blood, lowered his head toward an infant that had just crawled out of a corpse.

The people behind him also lowered their heads, and some even knelt down.

"Farewell, leader."

The scarred man's voice was low and hoarse, like he was making a vow or praying.

Then he raised his head and looked at Yun Yi.

There was no fear or confusion in his eyes, only something burning, almost insane—the look that only appears after seeing a ray of light in endless darkness.

He swallowed hard, his saliva tasting of blood, and kowtowed heavily to Yun Yi.

His forehead slammed into the ground with a dull thud.

Everyone behind him knelt down at the same instant.

"The chief said before she died that her child would be our savior."

His voice trembled, but every word seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his soul.

"She really wasn't lying to us. Her child, born with such immense power, must be the savior."

He looked up at the baby standing on its mother's corpse, its eyes red-rimmed, tears mingling with the blood on its face, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

"Savior--"

"Please lead us."

"Let this world—" his voice suddenly rose, as if he had used all his strength, "lead us to survive in this decaying world."

Yun Yi looked at the burly men kneeling on the ground in front of him and remained silent for two seconds.

He looked down at his current state—covered in blood, less than an adult's forearm length, standing on the abdominal cavity of a corpse, with placental remnants under his feet.

He then looked at the scarred giant in front of him, whose forehead was pounded on the ground and whose face was trembling with all his flesh, and at the warriors behind him, who were covered in scars and had burning eyes.

"..."

Savior?

His current look is so good that he could play the final boss in a horror movie without needing any makeup. How did these people come to see the words "savior"?

However, Yun Yi did not say those words aloud.

Because he saw something familiar in these people's eyes—the look of someone grasping at the last straw in a desperate situation.

Whether this straw is real or fake, once you grab onto it, you'll never let go, even if it kills you.

He jumped off the cart.

The tiny bare feet landed on the cold ground with a soft thud.

The ground was covered in blood and spent cartridges. He stepped on it, leaving a few small bloody footprints.

Yun Yi walked up to the scarred man and stopped.

Even kneeling, the man was still considerably taller than Yun Yi, who was standing, and had to look down at the little guy who only reached his knees.

Yun Yi looked up at him, without saying a word, but instead used his energy to condense a line of words in front of him.

"First, don't call me the savior, it sounds awful."

"Secondly, bring me some clothes that I can wear."