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

But Yunyi didn't have time to carefully perceive the changes within himself.

God will not give him time.

The aftershocks of the Spear of Judgment's explosion were still churning in the air when God unleashed a new strike.

What was destroyed was one of its three great artifacts—the Spear of Judgment.

Even a mere projection was enough to ignite its fury.

Moreover, Shen Ye's will has not yet dissipated.

So God will not wait any longer.

The energy fluctuations of the divine body were so strong that even God could not ignore them.

It is no longer retained.

It raised its hands, its ten fingers spread wide.

A fist-sized golden sphere condensed at each of his fingertips, its holy light density terrifyingly high; each one was enough to blast a small country into ruins.

Ten orbs of holy light were launched simultaneously, leaving ten straight golden trails in the air, blocking all possible evasion routes for Yun Yi.

Halfway through its flight, the sphere of light began to expand—it became the size of a fist, a head, a wheel, and a house.

With each expansion, the internal energy fluctuations double.

Yun Yi did not dodge.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, his palm facing outward.

The divine word was activated.

Without uttering a word or a spell, only one thought flashed through his mind—those ten orbs of holy light should not exist.

Therefore, they cease to exist.

Ten holy light orbs, powerful enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, disappeared simultaneously less than a hundred meters away from Yun Yi, just as he had once wiped out the main cannon of the Holy Heaven Warship.

It leaves no residue, no lingering effects, as if it had never been created.

The words of God are the truth.

If God says it doesn't exist, then it doesn't exist.

Even if God doesn't say it, what God thinks is equivalent to what God has said.

Allah tilted his head.

It finally realized that the enemy before it was different.

The Yun Yi of the past was a slightly larger ant; the Yun Yi of today is an ant that deserves its serious attention.

It chose to unleash all the potential of the body Shen Ye was possessing.

Holy light surged and churned within Shen Ye's body, and a large amount of pure energy was forcibly poured into his limbs and bones.

It doesn't care whether the body can withstand it, nor whether Shen Ye's consciousness can remain intact under the baptism of holy light—God only needs a vessel that can bear its power, and the damage to the vessel is not a concern.

Shen Ye's body began to swell under the infusion of holy light.

The ten-year-old boy's physique grew rapidly, his muscles bulged under his skin, and his bones made a grinding sound as they struggled to keep up with the weight.

His hair turned pure gold, and dense golden runes appeared on his skin—a sign that the essence of God was overflowing within the vessel to the point of near leakage.

Then it looked at Yunyi.

Without uttering a word, he radiated endless holy light, determined to purify Yun Yi, this heretic.

Yun Yi also remained silent, but divine words and the divine domain had already been unleashed.

Neither of them made a move, yet a violent explosion erupted in the space around them.

Space is like fragile glass, shattering in an instant.

The spatial walls at the edge of the rift spread outwards like shattered glass, and the void winds blowing out of the rift dispersed all the surrounding clouds, revealing a deep blue void with a diameter of hundreds of kilometers.

In the center of the void, two figures, one golden and one white, stood unharmed, while terrifying energy waves swept across the entire land.

The battle in the sky was far beyond what anyone on the ground could comprehend.

The remaining inhabitants of Youdu City knelt down, clasped their hands together, and prayed to the sky.

They didn't know why the war had started, or what those two figures in the sky were.

They only knew one thing—if the city lord lost, Youdu would be gone.

A woman holding a child knelt in front of a half-collapsed house, her lips trembling as she murmured Yun Yi's name.

The child in her arms, not yet three years old, nestled in his mother's embrace, asked in a tender voice:

"Will our lord lose? Will we die?"

The woman was silent for a moment, then smiled and patted the child's head: "The city lord is so strong, how could he lose?"

However, the white light in the sky is being suppressed little by little.

Yun Yi's divine body is indeed powerful; his divine words and divine domain, enhanced by his divine body, are enough to distort the rules of reality.

But his opponent is Allah—an evil god from beyond the world, who has existed for countless ages.

Even though it was merely a vessel that descended using Shen Ye's body, and even though it could only unleash a tiny fraction of its original power, the True Lord's strength still steadily surpassed that of Yun Yi in his divine form.

Each collision between holy light and divine words created a massive energy vortex in the air.

The spatial rifts spread like a shattered mirror, only to be repaired by the combined forces of both sides; after being repaired, they were torn open again, in an endless cycle.

But after each collision, Yunyi's white light retreated a little, while the True Lord's golden light pressed closer and closer, like the rising tide gradually swallowing up the last reefs on the beach.

Yun Yi remained expressionless.

The divine words continued to be output, and the laws of the divine realm continued to struggle to hold on, but fine cracks had appeared on the surface of his divine body—a sign that his divine body was beginning to collapse under the continuous pressure of the true god.

He knew he couldn't win.

It wasn't that their supernatural abilities weren't strong enough, or that they lacked combat experience; it was purely a difference in strength.

He had only cultivated for ten years, and his foundation at the Nascent Soul stage was still shallow. The time it took for this divine body to develop was less than a year.

To be able to withstand a powerful evil god who has lived for countless millennia and survive until now is proof enough that the pantheon of gods and demons is incredibly powerful.

Despite defying the heavens, the gap is still a gap.

On the edge of the battlefield, in that gray area eroded by the Black Tide, several members of the Dark Technology Society were cautiously approaching a lone serpent.

The middle-aged man leading the group had already put away his energy detector—at the edge of a battlefield of this level, the only information the detector could provide was "run fast," and it was of no other value.

They now rely on their eyesight, intuition, and the survival instincts they've developed over years of surviving in the wasteland.

The serpent was crouching on the wreckage of a holy light mech, its gray-black claws tearing at the mech frantically—it was just a remnant of its instincts.

"Target confirmed, state of mind: venting, low vigilance."

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said into the communicator, "Proceed according to plan."

Even though the greed in their eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing, they weren't foolish enough to rush forward recklessly.

The five men simultaneously removed a palm-sized metal disc from their combat uniform tactical belts.

The surface of the disc is covered with densely packed micro-rune circuits, and the dark purple energy core embedded in the center is flashing with a faint light at an extremely fast frequency.

Space Anchor – The latest capture device developed by Dark Technology Society. It uses dark energy to weave an independent micro-space, seals the target inside, and then shrinks the space to press the target and the space together into the crystal core.

In theory, if the target fails to break free the moment it enters the net, it will never be able to escape again unless someone shatters the crystal core from the outside.