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

The breath of God is in the farthest distance.

The eternally burning golden holy light condensed into a tiny point of starlight, embedded deep in the void, impossible to detect without careful observation.

The aura of the original sin god is closer.

The crimson flames of original sin flickered slowly in the depths of the void. The energy fluctuations that amplified all desires were suppressed to the limit, but the distorted nature of the mind still seeped out faintly through the void.

There are also a third, a fourth, and a fifth aura—each aura comes from a different direction, each is extremely well hidden, and each exudes the unique oppressive aura of the evil god's true form.

They did not appear, nor did they take action.

They simply lurked quietly in the void surrounding the battlefield, like a pack of wolves, waiting for something.

Yun Yi understood instantly.

This is a trap, a trap to kill him.

These evil gods deliberately allowed him to conquer various worlds, deliberately let him destroy one clone after another, and deliberately let him accumulate power and swell his confidence step by step—all to lure him into this endless void.

Because within the world, the true form of the evil god cannot fully descend.

The laws of any world cannot withstand the full power of the evil god's true form. Forcibly descending would only trigger the laws' rejection and backlash, and might even cause the entire world to collapse.

The evil gods need the world—it is their source of faith, their pasture.

They couldn't bear to destroy the foundation they had built up over countless years.

Therefore, within the world, they can only send out clones and projections of their will.

However, neither the clones nor the projections could do anything to Yun Yi.

In the past five years, Yun Yi has shattered one clone with a single slap and forced back one of his original bodies with another. The evil gods have long since come to realize a cold, hard truth: within the world, no one is a match for this black-robed youth.

Let's lure him out.

The endless void belongs to no world, is not bound by laws, and is not limited by power.

Here, the true form of the evil god can unleash its full power without reservation, and can simultaneously descend upon multiple forms without being repelled by space.

This void is a natural hunting ground.

Yun Yi was the prey lured into the hunting ground.

All the show of weakness, all the concessions, all the "fear of not daring to fight"—it was all an act for him.

They had been waiting for this moment: Yun Yi would lead his army deep into the void, away from the protection of the world's laws, and then they would surround him.

"Oh."

Yun Yi chuckled softly.

There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice, but more than that, there was disappointment.

"You've endured this for five years, just for this little thing?"

His gaze swept over the directions where the evil gods were hiding, and the Tai Chi diagram in his dark golden pupils spun faster and faster.

"You should have said so earlier. I would have come out much sooner."

Once he finished speaking, he held nothing more to himself.

He raised his right hand and pointed to the overwhelming mass of flesh and blood before him.

Behind him, billions of Yin ghosts received his command at the same instant.

A grayish-white torrent poured down from the void.

From a distance, the scene resembled an inverted Milky Way—countless eerie green points of light converged to form a great river that stretched across the void, originating from the Netherworld behind Yun Yi and ending at the dark red, fleshy planet.

The torrent crashed against the surface of the flesh-and-blood planet without making a sound.

The void cannot transmit sound, but that silent impact was more shocking than any loud noise.

The first batch of Yin ghosts were torn to pieces by those deformed giant mouths the moment they came into contact with flesh and blood.

The second batch has filled their positions, followed by the third, fourth, and fifth batches.

Billions of evil spirits rushed toward the same target, using the most primal biting, scratching, and erosion of yin energy to peel away the flesh and blood from the surface of the evil god layer by layer.

No matter how quickly the eccentric evil god recovers, he can't withstand billions of reckless mouths.

At the same time, Yun Yi took a step forward.

Its form disappeared from the bow of the ship, and in the next instant it was directly above the true form of the Flesh-Demon God.

The domain power of billions of Yin ghosts gathered within his body.

Each ghost is a wisp of yin energy, and billions of wisps of yin energy are layered, compressed, condensed, and rotated in his palm.

A giant, grayish-white hand slowly took shape in the void.

The shadow of outstretched fingers enveloped the entire flesh-and-blood planet.

The palm lines were clearly visible, each line woven from countless fine, eerie green runes. As the runes flowed, they emitted a terrifying pressure powerful enough to distort the very space itself.

The giant palm fell.

There were no fancy techniques, no supernatural powers, only pure, tyrannical, and unreasonable accumulation of billions of Yin energies.

The flesh-evil god unleashed its most agonizing screams in its countless gigantic mouths.

That flesh-and-blood planet, even larger than a world, was nearly half shattered the moment the giant hand descended.

Fragments of flesh and blood scattered and flew in the void like mountains, and the grayish-white yin energy remaining on the broken surface continued to erode the flesh and blood, making it impossible for it to heal and regenerate as quickly as before.

The remaining half of the planet's surface was covered with dense cracks, from which a dark green, viscous fluid seeped.

Some of those giant mouths were flattened, some were smashed, and some were left with only half a mouth still opening and closing in vain, emitting intermittent, distorted laughter.

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

The man in silver armor was the first to react.

He clenched his right hand in the void, and a spear formed from pure starlight appeared out of thin air.

On the gun barrel, countless fine star runes flowed endlessly, each one a miniature star burning.

"Let's do it!"

He gave a low shout, and his figure disappeared from the deck.

The Starshine Spear drew a silver arc in the void, its tip precisely piercing a crack in the evil god's body caused by Yun Yi's giant palm.

Starlight energy poured wildly into the crack, burning all the flesh and blood along the way into ashen powder.

The other four authorized users also acted at the same instant.

The bald, burly man roared, raising his greatsword high. A thick layer of dark golden light rose from the blade—his specialized power to break through magic, capable of ignoring all energy defenses and striking directly at the target's core.

The giant sword cleaved down, its dark gold sword energy traversing the void, flattening the entire blood and flesh mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles on the surface of the evil god.

The cloaked woman drew her hands completely from her sleeves, unfurling the silver threads that had been wrapped around her fingers, weaving them into a vast, boundless web of destiny in the void.

The giant net descended, slicing large swaths of flesh into countless regular squares, each edge shimmering with the silver light of destiny.

The sinister-looking man formed hand seals and chanted incantations.

A dark purple dharma form, comparable to the true form of an evil god, rose from the void, its six arms extending simultaneously, each forming a different hand seal. Dark purple magical energy poured down like a waterfall onto the flesh-and-blood planet.

The woman who had been standing silently behind the silver-armored man finally moved.

She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, her lips moving silently.

An invisible shockwave of soul energy emanated from her and spread in all directions. Wherever it passed, the giant mouths closed and the laughter stopped abruptly.

The soul impact targets the level of will; although it is insufficient to cause substantial damage to the evil god's physical form, it is enough to temporarily silence those nerve-wracking laughs.

Five demigod-level authority figures, along with their respective trump cards and exclusive equipment, and their combat experience and understanding of the laws—the destructive power they unleashed in a short period of time was in no way inferior to that of Liu San and Mu Baiwei.

The eccentric evil god finally realized that if things continued like this, he would truly be worn down to death.

His laughter suddenly rose eight octaves.

The laughter and chatter transformed into an extremely sharp and piercing shriek, almost tearing the void itself apart.

Amidst the shrieking sound, the surface of the flesh-and-blood planet began to expand violently.

Countless dark red fleshy tentacles surged wildly from the planet's interior, their tips splitting open to reveal countless, ever-growing teeth.

Each tentacle was tens of thousands of miles long, and billions of tentacles swept outwards in all directions at the same time, turning the frantically biting ghosts around them into dust.

Then, He released His own fundamental laws.

"The Insane Blood and Flesh Demon Prison!!!"