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

Seeing all this, the Swamp God, its dark green, viscous body shrank into a ball, let out a trembling hiss.

Instead of attempting to defend itself, it directly split its main body into billions of tiny, dark green droplets, which scattered in every direction of the Netherworld.

It wants to escape in the most primitive way—let each droplet carry a fragment of will, and as long as one of them can escape, it can regrow, re-condense, and recover in the void.

The swamp has the strongest survival ability among all evil gods; even if only a single droplet remains, it can grow back.

Yun Yi watched the billions of rapidly spreading droplets, a slight smile playing on his lips, before closing his eyes.

The consciousness of nine hundred billion Yin ghosts connected with him at the same instant, and his perspective appeared simultaneously in every corner of the Netherworld.

Every droplet that split off from the swamp was simultaneously locked onto by the gazes of at least one hundred million ghosts.

With a slight thought, Yun Yi caused the laws within the Netherworld Kingdom to evolve automatically.

The space through which the droplets moved suddenly became as viscous as a swamp, and the diffusion speed was slowed down by hundreds of times in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, countless strands of grayish-white yin energy precisely enveloped each dark green droplet, seeping into its interior and peeling away the fragments of the swamp's will piece by piece.

The fragments struggled desperately within the yin energy, emitting faint screams that only Yun Yi could hear.

Then the freakish god of flesh let out the sharpest, most mournful, and most hysterical scream of its life—"I'm going to die!!! I'm going to die!!! I'm going to die!!!"

Yun Yi had been waiting for this very sound.

His gaze shifted from the fleshy planet that was still struggling to move, and turned to a certain direction on the edge of the Netherworld.

There were two other evil gods hidden there—the two who came with God. They had been concealed in the void since the start of the battle, hiding all their aura and waiting for the best opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

Their concealment methods were indeed ingenious. If the Netherworld Kingdom had not completely covered this void, even Yun Yi would have had a hard time accurately pinpointing their location in a short period of time.

But now, the entire Netherworld Kingdom is his domain of law, and any means of concealment are tantamount to hiding under his nose.

"Come out, you two."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and made a grasping motion in that direction.

The spatial wall at the edge of the Netherworld Kingdom shattered with a deafening roar, and two figures, tightly bound by chains of gray-white Yin energy, were forcibly dragged out of the void.

One was engulfed in black flames, while the other was surrounded by icy blue frost flowers.

Black flames and frost fiercely resisted the erosion of Yin energy, and the laws clashed violently between the two, splashing out large areas of black and white intertwined law sparks.

"Flame Lord, Ice Queen," Yun Yi read out their names.

Eight evil gods.

The great shield of God's holy light has shattered, and the six pairs of wings of light have shrunk by nearly half.

Original Sin lost its sevenfold aura of law, revealing its rock-like form.

The very essence of the deathly silence was wounded by divine words, and cracks spread across the edge of nothingness.

The myriad clones with a thousand faces were all torn to shreds, leaving only the original body struggling to hold on.

The swamp was split into billions of droplets, each one being precisely devoured by the Yin energy.

The body, which had been partially shattered by the brunt of the attack, was still struggling to regenerate.

The Flame Lord and the Ice Queen were pulled from the void and struggled desperately.

In this hunting ground known as the "Special Minor World," all the evil gods who participated in this siege were trapped in Yun Yi's Netherworld Kingdom.

They were once the rulers of the fragmented world, ancient beings that struck fear into the hearts of countless outsiders.

Now, they are prey in Yunyi.com.

Yun Yi's voice was soft, but every word pierced through the vibrations of the Netherworld Laws, through the wailing of the evil god's true form, and through this rapidly shrinking void:

"Everyone, since you're here, then become a member of my Netherworld Kingdom."

The Deathly Evil God once again attempted to tear open a crack leading to the outside world.

Its ethereal form condensed into an extremely thin and sharp black needle tip, concentrating all its power on a single point, attempting to pierce the law barrier of the Netherworld with the smallest possible breakthrough.

When the needle touches the wall, it pierces the wall with a hole the size of a pinhole.

Deathly Silence let out a hopeful wail, rapidly compressing its body as if trying to squeeze out of the hole.

Then the hole healed, healing even faster than it had been drilled out.

The lifeless void was trapped within the closed wall, and the laws of the underworld pierced its very essence like countless fine needles.

It let out a scream more piercing than any of its previous wails, and the entire void began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. The cracks at the edges widened rapidly, and what shone through the cracks was no longer pure black, but a dark green light that had been eroded by the laws of the underworld.

The plight of other evil gods was even worse than that of Deathly Silence.

After dealing with the dead silence's attempt to break out, Yun Yi turned to face the Flame Lord, who was struggling desperately.

The black flames burning around the Flame Lord are the only world-destroying fire in the void that can be ignited without a medium; they can incinerate any matter, energy, or even the laws themselves. When it was captured, the black flames were mostly suppressed by the Yin Qi chains, but after a brief respite, it has recovered some of its power.

Black flames reignited on his body, the intense heat causing the chains of yin energy binding him to hiss gratingly.

Yun Yi looked at it, but didn't make a move. He only said one word: "Destroy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black flames burning around the Flame Lord were extinguished instantly.

Before the Flame Lord could recover from its bewilderment, Yun Yi appeared before it, his right fist carrying the combined power of nine hundred billion yin energies, and slammed into its chest.

The Flame Lord's entire body was sent flying, crashing through more than a dozen layers of law barriers in the Netherworld Kingdom, smashing through a few patches of dark green slime in the swamp that had not yet been completely devoured, and finally crashing heavily into the law wall at the edge of the kingdom.

The Ice Queen let out a sharp screech, and ice-blue frost flowers around her condensed into a thick ice wall in front of her, attempting to block Yun Yi's possible pursuit.

But Yunyi's target was not it, but the still struggling fleshy epilepsy.

The fleshy monster had now grown back half of a fleshy planet, and its billions of giant mouths opened once again on the surface of the flesh.

Seeing Yun Yi walking towards them, all the giant mouths opened at the same time, letting out a deafening shriek, and billions of fleshy tentacles shot out from the surface of the planet, lashing out in all directions.

Yun Yi raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and pressed down on the dense, fleshy tentacles.

A giant gray-white hand appeared out of thin air and smashed all the tentacles into a pulp with a single blow.

He also raised his left hand, his five fingers slightly bent, and made a loose grasp on the fleshy planet of newborn flesh.

Another giant gray-white hand stretched out from the void, its five fingers like five mountain peaks, grasping the entire planet in its palm.

With a tightening of his fingers, the flesh-and-blood planet emitted a dull, explosive sound—the entire planet was crushed.

Dark red fragments of flesh and blood, along with dark green bodily fluids, spurted from between his fingers, exploding in the void into a bloody firework that covered thousands of miles.

The true form of the flesh demon was revealed the moment the planet exploded—a dark red core no bigger than a fist, its surface covered with dense cracks, from which flowed a viscous, dark green light.

That is its fundamental law, the basis of its existence.

The primordial core, exposed to the corrosive influence of the Netherworld's Yin energy, even its laughter became intermittent, its voice filled with unprecedented weakness and fear.

"...Stop giggling...Save me...Stop giggling...Save me..."

It appealed to other evil gods for help.

But no evil god could respond to it.

All eight evil gods are now in dire straits.

The giant palm fell.

The core of the flesh-evil god exploded in the gray-white netherworld power, and dark red light gushed out from the crack, like a crushed star blooming its last rays in the void.

The light quickly dimmed, cooled, and solidified under the erosion of the Yin energy of the Netherworld, eventually turning into countless fine grayish-white powders that merged into the surging Netherworld mist.

The foundation of the evil god's existence was completely erased, and the origin of its laws was devoured and transformed by the Netherworld, becoming part of this gray kingdom.

The other seven evil gods witnessed this scene.