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

However, just as it was about to withdraw its power, the world suddenly went dark.

It was as if someone had turned off all the lights in the world in an instant.

God slowly raised his head.

Its vertical pupils could still see clearly in the darkness, but precisely because it could see clearly, it saw something that caused its golden pupils to suddenly contract.

In the depths of darkness, Yun Yi's body is reforming.

It is not a golden divine body.

Instead, it was a black body that I had never experienced before.

The destruction of the human body signifies the descent of the divine body, representing divinity.

When the divine body representing divinity is destroyed, what descends is the demonic body representing unconsciousness and nothing but destruction.

This body is the complete opposite of the divine body.

The divine body was slender, while the demonic body was robust; the divine body was covered by a soft golden light membrane, while the demonic body had no light on its surface, only a layer of dense, almost liquid, pitch-black demonic energy flowing slowly.

Amidst the surging demonic energy, one could faintly hear the mournful howls of countless wronged souls and see countless pairs of dark red eyes flickering in the darkness.

The divine body radiated a majestic light, while the demonic body exuded only the purest, most primal, and unadorned aura of destruction.

It was as if the very existence of this body was meant to tear everything that existed into pieces.

The demonic body contained no divine thought, no laws, no supernatural powers, and nothing that required thought or conscious control.

It has only one instinct—destruction.

Pure, extreme, and costless destruction.

When Yun Yi was creating the God and Demon system, he referenced all the body-refining techniques and demonic techniques he had collected in multiple worlds, and finally came to the conclusion that a true demon does not need any fancy abilities.

The true demon only needs to do one thing—crush everything that stands in its way.

A divine body fights using laws, while a demonic body fights using its physical form.

A divine body has a hundred ways to deflect an enemy's attack, while a demonic body only has one—to withstand it.

A divine body has ten thousand ways to harm an enemy, while a demonic body only has one—to simply destroy it.

When the divine body's power of law is insufficient to overwhelm the enemy, the demonic body becomes the last resort.

The most terrifying aspect of this demonic body is that its physical form is the ultimate vessel for the "Gods and Demons Devouring Heaven" technique.

The divine body needs to refine, transform, and fuse energy before it can absorb it. The capacity of the meridians and dantian determines the upper limit of absorption.

If you devour too much, you will explode and die—he had already exploded once in the Judgment Domain just now.

But the demonic body doesn't need these.

The demonic body has no meridians, no dantian, and none of the intricate and fragile energy pathways found in traditional cultivators.

Every inch of flesh, every bone, and every cell of the demon's body is a vessel for devouring.

It can absorb any energy it comes into contact with, just like a sponge absorbs water.

No refining, no transformation, no need to consider the upper limit—because in the definition of a demonic body, the phrase "cannot consume" does not exist.

As a price, he will be transformed into a demonic being, reduced to a demon capable only of destruction.

The holy light and sea of ​​fire released by God collided with the demon's body, but no explosion occurred.

The sea of ​​fire was sucked in.

The demon's jet-black skin opened up with vortex-shaped swallowing mouths. Thousands upon thousands of these mouths operated simultaneously, tearing the golden holy light energy into countless fine golden threads, which were then drawn into the body from all directions.

With each ray of holy light entering the demonic body, the demonic body swelled a little larger, the demonic energy on its surface became a little denser, and the two dark red spots in its eyes burned even more intensely.

God increased the output of His holy light, pouring more power from His own body into it.

The intensity of the holy light and sea of ​​fire doubled, tripled, and then increased fivefold.

Useless.

The demonic body accepts all comers.

No matter how much holy light pours in, it devours it all, and the speed of its devouring is always a little faster than the speed at which the Allah outputs it—every second it gets stronger, and the stronger it gets, the faster it devours, and the faster it gets, the stronger it becomes, like a vicious cycle that never stops.

God contracted his vertical pupils.

It changed its strategy, no longer releasing pure energy attacks, but instead using methods at the level of laws.

The chains of holy light reappeared from the void, but this time the chains were not meant to bind, but to directly sever the target's location from the spatial level.

Each chain is the edge of a spatial rift; wherever the chain cuts through, space itself is cleaved open, revealing the pitch-black void behind.

The chains wrapped around the demon's right arm.

The power of the spatial rift turned the edge of the chain into an extremely thin and sharp cutting line, enough to split any matter in two from the spatial plane.

However, the moment the chains touched the demon's body, an even darker, more engulfing layer automatically appeared on the surface of its black skin.

Before the holy runes on the chains could release their spatial-cutting effects, their energy was drained, turning them into dull metal chains that were then casually yanked by the demonic body and broken into several pieces.

At the same time, the demon's right fist slammed down in front of God.

This is not some kind of supernatural power, nor any kind of martial art; it's just a pure, simple punch.

But the speed of this punch was so fast that God's holy light shield was torn apart by the force of the punch before it could be fully deployed.

The force of this punch was so great that the space in front of the fist was compressed into an arc-shaped concave surface.

Allah raised his left hand to block it.

The bones in Shen Ye's arm made a crisp cracking sound—although the Allah had reinforced the arm with a large amount of holy light, it was still broken by a single punch in the face of the pure brute force of the demonic body.

Allah was knocked back a step by this punch.

It steadied itself in the void and glanced down at the severed arm.

The severed arm healed rapidly under the holy light, the bones were reassembled, and the muscles regrowed.

The demonic body gave it no chance to breathe.

The second punch, the third punch, the fourth punch—each punch was wrapped in a jet-black fist aura transformed from the holy light energy that had just been absorbed; each punch smashed a crater in space; each punch landed precisely on the True God.

The shield of God's holy light was like paper in front of the demon's fist. It was smashed with one punch, its bones were broken with the second punch, its body was pierced with the third punch, and the fourth punch slammed God down from the sky to the ground, creating a crater several kilometers in diameter.

The shockwave rippled through the area, leveling all remaining ruins within a radius of thousands of miles.

The demonic body swooped down from the sky, landing steadily on the edge of the crater, and then charged towards the true god at the bottom of the crater once again.

Just as the demonic body was about to punch the true god in the face, it stopped.

The demon looked down at its arm—beneath its dark skin, something was wriggling.

Then the skin and flesh split open.

Blood-red and deformed tentacles emerged from the crack, each covered with a layer of translucent mucus, and each tentacle ending in a toothless mouth.

His mouth opened and closed, emitting a hoarse laugh.

Hehehe—hehehe—

Beneath the demon's skin, one fist-sized lump after another bulged up.

Twisted faces emerged from the surface of the tumor—some resembled the people of Youdu, some resembled the soldiers of the Holy Church, and some resembled the wasteland refugees who died on the battlefield and did not belong to any faction.

These faces were all smiling, their mouths stretched to their ears, and the sounds of their laughter merged together, spreading outward from the demon's body.

The fleshy, wicked god.

It somehow managed to burrow into the demon's body.

It was probably swallowed up along with the holy light energy when the sea of ​​holy light and fire was being devoured by the demonic body.

It took root, sprouted, and spread within the demon's body, devouring the perfect flesh that it so coveted.

From the moment Yun Yi arrived, it had its eye on him—that pure body without any impurities, every inch of his flesh and blood filled with the most primal destructive power and life energy.

This physical body is what the flesh-epileptic evil god desires most in all worlds.

For it, this is far more valuable than all the mortals in the world combined.

The power of the demonic body is indeed terrifying.

It has no restrictions from meridians or dantian, and can devour and grow stronger infinitely. Even the cutting of spatial laws cannot harm it in the slightest.

But its weakness is also obvious—it has lost all reason and cognition, leaving only the desire for destruction.

Even if it senses that something is wrong inside, it will only rely on its instinct to devour, trying to swallow the flesh-crazed evil god whole.

However, the flesh-eating evil god had already burrowed into the demon's body, and every piece of flesh had been infected by it.

Each time it devours something, it also consumes the demon's own flesh and blood.

Even if the energy gained from devouring gives rise to new flesh and blood, it will be immediately transformed back into its own new flesh and blood by the Flesh-Evil God.

……

The battle in the sky is at a stalemate, deep beneath the Netherworld.

Inside a huge, hollowed-out spherical space, countless gray-white dots of light floated silently in the darkness, arranged in neat squares.

This is the lair that Yun Yi designed for the Yin Ghosts. It is the Yin Ghosts' residence and the most hidden depth in the entire Youdu City.

At this moment, in the center of this gray-white starry sea, countless gray-white streams of air converged towards the center, slowly condensing into a ghostly shadow.

The ghost Yunyi opened its eyes.