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

His aura began to rise at a terrifying speed.

If his previous aura was equivalent to that of a seventh-level martial artist, he has now rapidly broken through to the eighth and ninth levels, and is even breaking through to a higher and more indescribable realm.

Each leap across realms is completed in an instant, like someone flipping through a pre-written book, turning the pages rapidly without any pause or bottleneck.

If Allah's soldiers were still alive, they would probably kneel down and weep with gratitude for Allah's miracle if they saw this.

But they are already dead.

They were sacrificed by their own holy son, becoming the fuel that propelled this coming.

Shen Ye—or rather, the true master currently occupying Shen Ye's body—slowly raised his right hand.

The hand was not big, in fact, it was very small, just the hand of a ten-year-old boy, with slender fingers, fair skin, and neatly trimmed nails.

But the moment that hand was raised, the holy light energy within a radius of a hundred miles all surged violently.

The scattered fragments of holy silver plate armor on the battlefield, the energy core fragments in the wreckage of the holy light mech, the residual energy embers in the misfired cannons of the holy light warship, and even the golden bone powder left after the sacrifice—all the substances containing holy light energy were activated at the same moment, turning into countless fine golden streams of light that surged from all directions toward the raised right hand.

Allah clenched his fist.

A golden shockwave erupted from that small hand, sweeping outwards in all directions from Shen Ye's center.

The shockwave traveled at an incredible speed, covering the entire battlefield in less than a breath, and then continued to spread outward—ten kilometers, fifty kilometers, one hundred kilometers, one thousand kilometers, until it illuminated the entire world.

Wherever the shockwave passed, all the millions of Yin ghosts were vaporized.

The grayish-white humanoid light and shadow exploded like bubbles under the impact of the golden light. Before the yin energy could recombine, it was purified once again by a second wave of even more intense holy light.

The six ghosts were in a slightly better situation than the ordinary ghosts, but only slightly better—the ghosts that had rendered the True Bishop's million-strong army helpless simply vanished into thin air.

Tieshan stood on the city wall, his hand holding the axe trembling.

He considered himself someone who had seen a lot, but at this moment he couldn't stop trembling all over.

He watched as the six souls were crushed by the golden light, watched as the gray-white yin energy that filled the battlefield was purified, and watched as the golden-haired, golden-eyed monster stood on the ruins of the bridge, pointing towards Youdu City with the hand of a ten-year-old boy.

But looking at his trapped leader, he suppressed his fear and gritted his teeth.

"All turrets—aim at that thing!"

Tieshan practically roared it out.

The remaining energy turrets on the city wall fired simultaneously, and seventy-two dark red beams shot out from the city wall, all of which accurately hit Shen Ye.

However, the beam dissipated on its own when it was still a hundred meters away from Shen Ye, just like the fate of the main cannon of the Holy Sky Battleship.

This time, however, it wasn't the holy light that dissipated, but rather the attack from Youdu.

Allah turned his head and looked at the Iron Mountain.

Those pure gold vertical pupils were devoid of any emotion, as indifferent as if they were looking at a roadside stone.

It raised its right hand, extended a finger, and gently tapped the north wall of Youdu City.

A thin, almost invisible golden ray shot out from the fingertip and flew straight toward Iron Mountain.

Tieshan's pupils suddenly contracted—he knew he couldn't escape; the light had locked down all the space around him, and no matter which direction he moved, he couldn't avoid it.

He gritted his teeth, gripped his battle axe tightly, and wanted to at least throw it away before he died.

He wanted to fight head-on.

However, the blood energy armor of a sixth-level martial artist was as thin as paper in front of that beam of light.

The moment Tieshan was hit, his entire body instantly vaporized.

"Hey bro—"

The martial artist closest to Tieshan watched helplessly as Tieshan was instantly killed right next to him.

Below the city wall, all 24,000 warriors of Youdu witnessed this scene.

That guy who always followed the boss, that carefree guy who trained harder than anyone else, was killed with a single finger.

The person who killed him didn't even glance at him.

No one gave the order, but all the warriors of Youdu moved.

Fourth-tier warriors scaled the city wall, stepping on the shoulders and forming human ladders of their own men as they charged toward the ruins of the bridge. They knew they couldn't get through, and they knew that even if they did, they would die, but not one of them stopped.

The fifth-tier warriors were even faster; seven thousand black shadows erupted simultaneously from all around the city wall, all rushing toward the same target.

The remaining twenty sixth-level martial artists rushed to the front.

"Avenge my buddy!"

It's unclear who shouted this, but then all the warriors in Youdu joined in.

The roar of 24,000 people combined, causing rubble and dust to fall from the city walls.

God looked down at the ants rushing towards him, his golden vertical pupils remaining completely still.

It raised its right hand again, this time not just a finger, but its entire palm.

Spread your five fingers and then slowly press down.

A massive golden palm print, covering the entire north side of the battlefield, descended from the sky.

The palm print is over one kilometer in diameter and is composed entirely of holy light energy compressed to the extreme. In the center of the palm, one can even clearly see the vortex patterns formed by the high-speed flow of holy light energy.

The palm print didn't fall quickly, but it covered such a large area that no one could escape its shadow.

Everyone looked up at the golden palm print that covered half the sky and knew they couldn't escape.

"Boss—" a sixth-level martial artist shouted, his voice hoarse and tragic, as if he had used up the last breath in his chest, "The brothers are going first!"

Then the palm print landed.

Twenty sixth-tier martial artists, seven thousand fifth-tier martial artists, fifteen thousand fourth-tier martial artists, and thousands of archers and artillerymen on the city wall who hadn't yet rushed out—the entire defensive position north of Youdu was completely wiped off the ground the moment that golden palm print landed.

The city walls collapsed, the ground caved in, and all the buildings, all the people, and all the weapons were compressed into a thin, dark red, pancake-shaped wreckage.

A few seconds of absolute silence fell over the battlefield.

There were no more roars, no more sounds of weapons clashing, no more buzzing of energy turrets charging; only the residual holy light energy from the golden palm print flowed slowly across the ruins, making a soft hissing sound.

Allah withdrew his hand and turned his gaze to the interior of Youdu City.

Under the holy light, civilians who were unable to fight were trembling in their homes.

The old man held the child, and the woman hugged the old man tightly. Everyone could feel the world-destroying pressure coming from the north, slowly approaching.

They didn't know the specifics of the battle, but they did know that Lord Tieshan and his men were probably no match for them.

God raised his hand, ready to wipe Youdu City off the map completely.

Then it sensed something.

The grayish-white yin energy that had been vaporized by the golden shockwave reappeared on the battlefield at some unknown time.

The million Yin ghosts, not one missing, floated quietly in their original positions. Their grayish-white humanoid figures swayed slightly under the holy light, and the green flames in their eye sockets continued to flicker.

Then there were those few ghosts—no, now there should be hundreds of ghosts, because in those few attacks just now, hundreds more ghosts actually died.

Its gray-black body reformed in the yin energy, its dark red eyes opened, and a hoarse growl came from its mouth, which split open to its ears.

For the first time, an emotion that could be interpreted as "confusion" appeared in God's vertical pupil.

The holy light shockwave it just released contained the power of laws from beyond the world, a power that is absolutely effective against undead creatures like the Shadow Ghost.

These lower-level spirits have clearly been purified; there should be absolutely no possibility of them being resurrected.

But it was only confused for a moment.

It raised its right hand again, its five fingers spread, and this time the holy light shockwave it released was even more intense than the last.

Golden light erupted from its hand, no longer in the form of a shockwave, but as a continuous pillar of light that covered the entire battlefield.

A beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds and exploding tens of thousands of meters in the air. Then, it poured down from the sky like a waterfall, turning the entire battlefield into a golden ocean.

In this ocean, the Yin spirits are repeatedly vaporized, repeatedly condensed, and repeatedly vaporized again—the interval between each vaporization is getting shorter because the concentration of holy light is so high that the Yin energy is immediately purified as soon as it condenses from the void.

But after each vaporization, they will re-coagulate.

Moreover, because the attack was fierce enough and the speed at which these ghosts were crushed was fast enough, the number of deaths increased exponentially.

In just a short while, tens of thousands of ghosts had turned into malevolent spirits.

Even the ghost that initially turned into a spirit has clearly undergone some changes.

In God's vertical pupils, confusion turned into solemnity.

It looked down at its own hand—the hand of a ten-year-old boy, the palm still warm from the release of holy light, its five fingers slender and perfect, without any problems.

There's no problem with my own power, and there's no problem with the Holy Light's ability to counter the Yin Ghost.

So where is the problem?

It looked again at the things that were constantly resurrecting, increased the output of holy light, and enveloped the entire battlefield and the city of Youdu in that golden sea.

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