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

The silver-armored man seemed to see the disdain in Yun Yi's eyes and gave a wry smile: "Brother Yun, we five know that we are no match for you. It is already lucky that we have caught your eye."

"But since we dared to invite you to come and defeat the evil god, we have naturally brought our best resources."

"We do have a trump card, and we will definitely use it when the time comes. We will never let you fight alone."

Yun Yi withdrew his gaze without comment and said calmly, "Liu San, Mu Baiwei, step forward."

Two figures appeared beside him in response.

Liu Sanfang regained his former appearance and put on the tattered dark brown leather armor again. Five years had not left many marks on him, but the eerie green flames burning in his eyes now proclaimed that he had completely become a general of the underworld.

His performance over the years has lived up to his status; he has conquered nearly half of the nearly one hundred worlds on his own.

Mu Baiwei remained the same, wearing a black dress, her long hair reaching her waist, her feet dangling in the air, her posture as casual as if she were strolling in her own backyard.

"You two, go and test the strength of this evil god's true form," Yun Yi said calmly.

"Yes, ma'am."

The two responded simultaneously, and their figures vanished from the spot in a flash.

At that moment, the several authorized personnel behind the silver-armored man reacted in different ways.

The woman on the far left, wearing a shimmering cloak, had her hands tucked into her sleeves, with silver threads subtly flowing from the cuffs.

Her gaze followed the two disappearing figures, her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were trying to recall something.

The bald, burly man beside her, carrying a giant sword, casually crossed his arms, puffing out two puffs of white breath from his nostrils, and muttered:

"Sending only two subordinates to test the true form of the evil god? This Lord of the Underworld is far too arrogant."

The cloaked woman didn't reply; her brows furrowed even more—she was certain she had seen that little girl in black before, that face, that aura, in some other world.

But she couldn't remember who it was.

Standing to the right of the silver-armored man was a gaunt, gloomy man with deep-set eyes, eerie purple pupils, and fine black blood vessels covering the whites of his eyes.

He stared intently in the direction where Liu San had disappeared, his lips moving silently.

He had the same feeling—the boy in the tattered leather armor, his eyes, his aura, seemed familiar.

Although a person appeared in my mind, I quickly denied it.

How could someone with authority willingly be driven by others?

He shook his head, assuming he was just overthinking things.

Every person with authority has climbed up the ladder by stepping over corpses; they all have their own pride and trump cards.

No matter how strong Yun Yi is, he cannot make those with the same level of authority willingly submit to him.

The silver-armored man stood at the very front, the only one of the five who didn't lose focus.

He kept his eyes fixed on the enormous, suffocatingly large planet of flesh and blood in the distance, his muscles taut beneath his Starshine Armor, energy coursing through his meridians, ready to respond to any unforeseen events.

He didn't care whether Yun Yi's men looked familiar; he only had one thought in his mind: how long can these two hold out?

If they can't even withstand the initial probing, they've already lost half the battle before it even begins.

In the void, Liu San's figure suddenly stopped.

He hovered about a thousand miles away from the true form of the flesh-evil god. There was no solid void beneath his feet, but to him, who had transformed into Xiling, the void was no different from the solid ground.

He didn't look back at the allied forces behind him, nor did he wait for Mu Baiwei to catch up.

Facing that fleshy planet larger than the world, facing those wildly writhing, dark red flesh and those deformed, gaping maws, his expression remained completely unchanged.

He raised his right hand, his fingers slightly spread, his palm facing the flesh-and-blood planet.

A beam of eerie green light exploded from his palm, sweeping outwards in all directions and instantly covering the void for tens of thousands of miles.

Wherever the light passed, the flesh spores floating in the void, the wandering aura of the evil god, and the flesh tentacles trying to infiltrate from the shadows were all frozen in place.

The realm of the gods unfolds.

During the five years he fought under Yun Yi's command, his destiny had been completely integrated into this clone. The three great divine powers of heaven and earth—divine words, divine domain, and divine reversal—were all imprinted deep within the clone's soul, and Liu San used "reversal of destiny" to transfer everything of the clone to himself.

He possesses the exact same strength as his clone, the only difference being that he has the additional trump card and combat experience of being an authority user.

Five years of battles have allowed him to master the application of these three supernatural powers to a state of perfection.

The moment the domain unfolded, Liu San spoke.

The voice wasn't loud, but under the blessing of divine words, every word pierced through the void and was directly imprinted on the soul level of the flesh-crazed evil god:

"In the name of God—wherever I am is the divine realm; within the divine realm, I am the law."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of dense, almost tangible golden light appeared on the surface of his body.

The light shone through his translucent, grayish-white spirit body, first outlining the contours of his bones, then the network of meridians, muscle fibers, and finally his skin.

Each layer of structure is precisely reshaped in the golden light, its precision surpassing any flesh and blood regeneration—this is the condensation of flesh under the blessing of divine words, forcibly rewriting the spiritual attributes of the Yin ghost with the power of laws, temporarily transforming it into a real flesh and blood body within the divine realm.

The body's face was exactly the same as Liu San's original appearance: the face of a fifteen-year-old boy, with sharp features and a cold gaze, and a physique even more perfect than when he was alive, with every muscle line full of power.

Immediately afterwards, he awakened the divine and demonic body that had been dormant deep within the soul of his clone.

Two colors of light, gold and crimson, burst forth simultaneously from his flesh and blood, gold on the left and crimson on the right. The two colors of light converged and merged at his chest, forming a perfect yin-yang symbol.

The body of gods and demons—the human body is the foundation, the divine body is the bone, and the demonic body is the blood.

This body once stood against two evil gods in the world of God for seven days and seven nights without being defeated, but eventually collapsed on its own due to a bottleneck in its cultivation.

Now, Liu San's cultivation level has far surpassed that of the past due to his battles.

He used the power of divine words to temporarily push his own realm to a height far beyond the limit, forcibly awakening the full power of this body.

His aura surged violently the moment his divine and demonic body was fully activated. The flesh spores frozen by the divine domain in the void shattered under the impact of this aura, and the countless giant mouths on the surface of the flesh planet in the distance also closed most of them at the same time—the flesh-crazed evil god sensed a threat.

An entity He did not recognize, yet it exuded an aura of a past that He did not wish to recall.

Liu San made a move.

His figure vanished from the spot and appeared directly above the true form of the Flesh-Demon Evil God in the next instant.

His right fist was raised high, with golden and red light swirling around the knuckles. Divine and demonic power gathered and compressed wildly at the knuckles, forming an energy ball the size of a fist. The surface of the ball was covered with patterns that intertwined divinity and demonic nature, while inside, chaotic energy was violently colliding.

He used all his strength to deliver a powerful punch.

The energy sphere exploded the moment it touched the flesh-and-blood planet, and golden divine power and crimson magic power, like two intertwined dragons, fiercely burrowed into the depths of the flesh and blood, tearing and biting wildly.

The surface of that fleshy planet was blasted into a huge crater hundreds of miles in diameter, and the flesh at the edges was charred and curled up by the power of gods and demons, emitting a pungent smell of burning.

Countless deformed, gigantic mouths opened simultaneously around the crater, emitting shrill and frenzied screams:

"Ouch...ouch ouch ouch ouch...it hurts so much...hehehe...it hurts so much...hehehehe..."

Screams and laughter mingled and echoed in the void, causing the five privileged individuals watching from afar to feel a chill that emanated from the depths of their souls.

But Liu San did not stop.

Using the recoil from his first punch, he flipped in mid-air, brought his legs together, and crashed down like a meteorite.

With his feet precisely planted on the most vulnerable spot at the edge of the pit, the power of gods and demons erupted once more, tearing the pit, which was originally hundreds of miles in diameter, to a width of a thousand miles.

Fragments of flesh and blood gushed out of the pit, each piece as large as a small mountain, with dark red scorch marks remaining on their surfaces from the erosion by the power of gods and demons.

At the same moment, Mu Baiwei also moved.