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

The silent woman was the first to break the deadlock.

Her voice was soft, but every word carried an undeniable decisiveness: "Now is not the time to investigate who cheated whom."

"The Blood and Flesh Demon Prison of the Evil God of Flesh and Blood has been opened. If we don't resolve this area, none of us will be able to leave."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd, "Instead of dwelling on past grievances, let's join forces and kill this evil god first."

"As for our score—we'll settle it after we survive."

The silver-armored man remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

He turned back to face the battlefield completely shrouded by the Heavenly Demon Prison, and the Starlight Spear re-condensed in his palm, the star runes on the spear burning even more intensely than before.

"Lord of the Underworld." His voice echoed through the void towards Yun Yi, "This time, we were the ones who plotted first, but you outsmarted us. It was our lack of foresight that led us to this, so we have no one to blame but ourselves."

"But with a formidable enemy at hand, please set aside past grievances and join forces to defeat them."

He paused, a hint of pleading in his voice, "If you survive this battle, I'll give you ten million points as compensation. How about it?"

Yun Yi stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his dark golden pupils calmly looking at him.

The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Not good."

The sincere expression on the silver-armored man's face froze for a moment.

The four authorized users behind him all changed their expressions at the same time.

They considered many possibilities—Yun Yi might demand tens of millions more points, might propose some harsh additional conditions, or might require the signing of some kind of unequal contract.

But I never expected the other party to refuse outright.

Surrounded by the Demon Prison of Blood and Flesh, where every additional ally increases the chance of survival—isn't this a simple principle?

"Brother Yun," the silver-armored man lowered his voice, "you understand the current situation better than we do. The domain of the Flesh-Mad Evil God has been expanded, and all escape routes have been blocked."

"If we don't work together now, what good will it do you if we are devoured one by one by the Heavenly Demon Prison?"

"What good is it?" Yun Yi tilted his head, the Tai Chi diagram in his dark golden pupils slowly turning.

He chuckled. "If I slaughter you all, your points—all of them added together—wouldn't that be far more than ten million points?"

The silver-armored man's face darkened completely.

Behind him, the bald, burly man couldn't help but burst out cursing, "Are you crazy?! What kind of time is this to make enemies? Even if you want to kill us, you should join forces to kill this evil god first. That's normal human logic!"

Yun Yi glanced at him, then looked away.

His tone was very indifferent.

"Normal people? That's the mindset of the weak."

Then he added, "And aren't you getting the order wrong? When I said 'kill you,' I didn't mean after we've defeated the evil god—it's right now."

The words fell.

The five authorized users fell silent simultaneously.

The silence lasted less than a breath.

Then, the five divine thoughts collided silently in the void for a moment—authoritative beings do not need to communicate verbally; at their level, a single thought is enough to reach a consensus.

In the next instant, five figures suddenly sprang up.

The silver-armored man's starlight spear drew a dazzling arc in the void, its tip gathering starlight enough to pierce through a small world.

The bald, muscular man's greatsword, wreathed in golden light that seemed to shatter magic, cleaved from the left, tearing a dark rift in the space itself where the blade passed.

The sinister man's six-armed dharma form pressed down from above, and six different types of magical energy intertwined to form a huge sealing array;

The silent woman's soul surged forth, coalescing into an invisible thorn that pierced the depths of Yun Yi's consciousness.

The cloaked woman's web of fate closed in from all directions, each silver thread cutting fine spatial cracks in the void.

Five attacks blocked all possible evasion routes.

Yun Yi did not move.

Two figures appeared in front of him, one on the left and one on the right.

On the left is a little girl in a black dress, and on the right is a young general in tattered leather armor.

Mu Baiwei raised her hand and waved it gently.

All five devastating attacks passed right through her body, as if they were passing through a wisp of air.

The soul spike pierced through her consciousness without even causing a ripple; the starlight spear pierced her chest, the tip protruding from her back. She looked down at the hole in her chest, then looked up at the silver-armored man, revealing a "that's it" expression.

Then she held up one finger, a mocking smile playing on her lips:

"Tsk tsk, is that all the strength you have? That's not good enough."

The moment she finished speaking, all five authorized users simultaneously lost all perception of her.

The silver-armored man's divine sense swept over the spot where she had just been—there was nothing there.

The cloaked woman's web of fate spread out, covering the vast expanse of space—but the web was empty.

The silent woman's soul radar scanned repeatedly—zero echoes.

She stood there watching them, but she had been completely erased from all perceptions of the laws.

Yi Po: It cannot be seen, the Great Dao is empty and boundless.

Completely detached from physical form, it becomes undetectable even to the world and the laws of the Dao.

Not to mention the few authority holders in front of them who were at most demigods—at this moment, they were just a group of ordinary people facing an unseen monster.

A true dimensional reduction attack.

Then the attack began.

The cloaked woman was manipulating the Web of Fate to search for Mu Baiwei's whereabouts when suddenly she felt a chill in her chest—a spatial rift silently exploded inside her chest cavity, instantly slicing her internal organs into pieces.

She looked down at the widening rift in her chest, and before she could even scream, a second spatial rift pierced through the back of her head and out between her eyebrows.

In her final moments before death, she desperately activated the laws of fate to reverse her injuries. She had just managed to heal most of the lacerations in her chest when a new memory suddenly appeared in her mind.

She remembered betraying the silver-armored man—secretly installing a trigger-activated space bomb on his warship, which would blow him to pieces the moment he stepped inside.

This memory is extremely clear, so clear that every detail is vivid in my mind: the cool touch of my fingertips on the starlight metal, every detour I took to avoid the eyeliner, and the racing heart when setting the trigger conditions.

But she never did it.

"No—" She gritted her teeth, trying to dispel the fabricated memory, but her body reacted first.

The web of fate automatically contracted and changed direction, with all the silver threads shooting towards the silver-armored man's back like a torrential rain.

Caught off guard, the silver-armored man was struck, half of his starlight armor torn apart. He whirled around, his eyes filled with disbelief:

"you--"

"It wasn't me! She changed my perception!" the cloaked woman shrieked in protest.

But the web of fate has already reached her once again.

The most terrifying aspect of cognitive distortion lies here—even if you know the memory is false, your body will still act according to that false memory.

Because for instinct, there is no difference between false memories and true memories.

At the same time, the silent woman suddenly let out a piercing, soul-piercing scream.

She curled up in mid-air, clutching her head with both hands, her whole body trembling violently.

Countless voices spoke simultaneously from the depths of my consciousness—some screamed, some whispered, some cried, and some laughed wildly.

The laughter was exactly the same as that of the eccentric god of flesh.

This was not an attack by an evil god; Mu Baiwei had directly implanted the evil god's laughter into the core of her soul's perception.

For an authority holder specializing in the path of the soul, this contamination is more deadly than any physical attack.

The situation is even worse for the sinister man.

He couldn't find Mu Baiwei at all, so he could only shrink his six-armed Dharma form around his body to defend himself, with six layers of magical light shields enveloping him.

However, while the light shield can block spatial rifts, it cannot stop the alteration of cognition.

He began to lose the ability to distinguish between enemies and allies around him—the silver-armored man transformed into Yun Yi, the bald, muscular man into an evil god's clone, and the silver threads of the cloaked woman into fleshy tentacles.

He attacked wildly in all directions, pouring most of his magical energy onto the bald, muscular man.

The bald, burly man blocked the attack while yelling, "Why are you hitting me! Look carefully, you bastard!"

The sinister man roared, "What I'm seeing isn't you! She altered my senses! I fucking can't control myself!"

Under Mu Baiwei's suppression, the five privileged individuals were thrown into chaos before they could even touch Yun Yi's clothes.