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

Meanwhile, on the eastern side of the battlefield.

The Dark Technology Society's action team has completed its assembly.

Five people, all dressed in dark blue one-piece combat suits, the badges on their shoulders reflecting a cold, dark blue light under the holy light.

"Target confirmed."

The middle-aged captain's voice was calm, but the emotions surging in his eyes behind his goggles betrayed him—he stared intently at the Yin ghosts that were constantly transforming into ghouls on the battlefield, his gaze filled with both shock and an uncontrollable greed.

"Captain, isn't it too risky to act now?" The assistant lowered his voice, his gaze involuntarily drifting to the humanoid silhouette enveloped in holy light in the sky. He swallowed hard. "That's God in the sky... the real evil god."

"Under its very nose, if we were even slightly affected, wouldn't we be doomed?"

"It doesn't have time for us right now," the middle-aged man interrupted him, gesturing with his chin towards the sky above the battlefield.

There, a small, dark gray dot was trapped within the domain of the Spear of Judgment. "The Ghost Emperor has been locked down."

"The warriors of Youdu were slapped into ruins, and the True God's attention is currently completely distracted by those unkillable ghosts."

"In addition, we have protective suits that are immune to the Holy Light—God is only descending through the vessel of His Son, not in His own body, so blocking it for a moment is not a problem."

"Now is the best time."

The assistant's eyes widened in surprise.

He knew about the Holy Light Protective Suit, but what kind of small fry had he used it to deal with before?

Now that they're directly facing God, the captain actually says he can hold him off?

He was one of the researchers involved in its development; how could he not know that this thing was so incredible?

He wanted to say something more, but the middle-aged man had already led the entire squad out.

Seeing this, the assistant could only grit his teeth and follow.

But where he couldn't see, the greed in the eyes of the middle-aged man and the other members of the team was magnified countless times, to the point that they ignored all the risks.

……

On the south side of the battlefield, at the edge of the rift valley.

The little girl in the black dress is still standing on the edge of the cliff.

At this moment, however, she had completely turned into a deformed mass of flesh and blood, with only the outline of a human figure barely discernible.

"Hehehe, it's fake, it's fake...hehehe, there's another one here...hehehe."

……

In the center of that golden ocean, Shen Ye—or rather, the Allah—finally stopped the endless torrent of holy light.

It wasn't because it gave up, but because it discovered a fact that it couldn't understand.

In the process of repeated vaporization and resurrection, those ghosts have all transformed into a stronger form.

There are even hundreds more undergoing new mutations.

That change made it feel vaguely uneasy.

It didn't know what this change would ultimately lead to, but as an evil god from outside the world, it was abnormal that it felt wary of a group of inferior spirits.

Its vertical pupils lingered for a moment longer on the group of ghosts that were constantly dying and being reborn, before it made up its mind.

No matter what these ghosts are brewing inside, as long as the entire Netherworld is crushed into powder, there will be nothing to worry about.

It raised its right hand again, and holy light energy rapidly condensed in its palm.

This time, it did not use the overwhelming golden palm print, but instead compressed the holy light into a fist-sized sphere—liquid golden runes flowed on the surface of the sphere. Although small in size, the terrifying power contained within it was enough to blast the entire Youdu City along with the surrounding hundreds of miles of wasteland into the sky.

Its fingers were slightly bent, about to be launched, but the Spear of Judgment suddenly moved violently.

Within the judicial field.

Yun Yi has been trapped here for an hour, according to the outside time.

In just one hour, his cultivation level dropped from the Nascent Soul stage to the Spirit Transformation stage, then from the Spirit Transformation stage to the Golden Core stage, and finally from the Golden Core stage to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The laws of judgment were like a precise and ruthless grinding mill, grinding away his cultivation layer by layer.

With each judgment, a layer of the core of law in the dantian is shaved off, and the true essence in the body evaporates in large quantities.

But he never gave up.

Right now, he's really feeling terrible.

He knew he still had many trump cards up his sleeve, but he couldn't remember any of them right now. He was bound here and weakened layer by layer, watching his cultivation level drop little by little.

—I wonder how things are outside.

He wasn't entirely without options.

Although the trump card has been forgotten, the instinct for cultivation is still deeply ingrained in his bones.

The courtroom constantly interfered with his mind; the voices proclaiming the charges were like countless needles piercing his consciousness, shaking him into a daze.

But he never stopped, searching in his cultivation instincts time and time again, only to be forcibly interrupted by the laws of judgment time and time again, and then starting all over again and again.

Just as he was about to touch the edge of the mark, the judgment domain trembled violently.

The tremor did not originate from within him, but from the outside world.

The golden palm print released by God, carrying the power to annihilate everything, covered the entire battlefield, and some of its aftershocks grazed the boundary of the Judgment Domain.

Although it was only a wisp of aftershock, the Judgment Domain and the Spear of Judgment were originally one, and the Spear of Judgment was in Shen Ye's hands, while Shen Ye was the vessel for the True God's descent—this series of cause and effect caused a crack to be torn open inside the Judgment Domain in an instant.

The crack was so brief it was almost nonexistent, and it was repaired by itself in an instant, but something leaked in.

It was the voice of a subordinate.

"Boss—the brothers are going first!"

The roar drilled in from the crack, the sound was very faint, like an echo from a very distant place, but Yun Yi heard it clearly.

He could even discern the anger and resentment in the voice that uttered those words, the clicking of the crossbowmen pulling their triggers in the background, and the explosive roar of the last cannonball fired from the energy turret on the city wall.

Then the crack closed, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Yun Yi slowly raised his head.

The white dome of the trial area still hung overhead, and the blurry figures continued to tirelessly read out the charges, but those voices suddenly sounded extremely distant to him, as distant as a swarm of flies buzzing outside the glass window.

His divine sense subconsciously swept across his domain—the boundaries of his domain prevented him from projecting power outwards, but his perception remained intact.

He saw the ruins of the northern city wall of Youdu.

I saw the dark red wreckage that had been crushed into a bloody pulp by the golden palm print.

Among the wreckage, he saw the Youdu City flag buried under the rubble. Only a corner of the ghostly fire symbol on the flag was visible, and it was stained with the blood of a young martial artist he did not recognize.

Yun Yi stared at the ruins for a long time.

In this world, there aren't actually many people he cares about.

Compared to the previous worlds, this is relatively few.

But it can't be said that there was absolutely no emotion involved.

We've been together for ten years, after all.

He remembered the names of most of those sixth-level martial artists.

Although he doesn't talk to them much normally, each of them has received some guidance from him, so they can be considered half of his disciples.

And those fifth- and fourth-tier martial artists, they are the foundation of Youdu, the foundation he built inch by inch over ten years.

Yun Yi closed his eyes, then opened them.

His expression changed.

"Great...very good!"

His tone was calm, but his eyes were like they were burning.

The next moment, he activated the "Gods and Demons Devouring Heaven" technique without regard for the cost.

He had previously cautiously tested his cultivation instincts, trying to regain his third supernatural power, because he was afraid of harming himself.

But once he stops caring about these things, even if he can regain his supernatural powers, he will inevitably pay a huge price.

but--

His men are already dead.

He's going to keep wasting his time here; what kind of boss is he?

Within the realm of trials, there is an endless expanse of white.

But the law of judgment itself is energy—all laws are manifestations of energy, only in different forms.

The core of the "Gods and Demons Devouring Heaven" technique can be summarized in one sentence: as long as matter exists in this world, it can be devoured.

Laws are also a form of matter.