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

His body was still expanding—from two meters to a hundred meters, from a hundred meters to a thousand meters, from a thousand meters to ten kilometers.

Yunyi's body continued to expand—ten kilometers, twenty kilometers, fifty kilometers.

His head had pierced through the clouds, and his gaping maw could swallow a city. Deep in his throat swirled a black hole, like a vortex at the center of the Milky Way.

Three thousand nuclear bombs were dropped.

The first few bullets had already entered the mouth area, their warheads burning, their silvery-white shells turning reddish-brown from the high temperature, like iron balls just pulled from a furnace.

His mouth closed.

The bullet shattered between the teeth as the teeth bit down—not an explosion, but being swallowed up.

Before the flames could explode, they were sucked into the black hole. Before the shockwave could spread, it was compressed into a grain of light. Before the light could even shine, it was swallowed deep into the throat.

He swallowed it.

Three thousand nuclear bombs, five million tons of yield multiplied by three thousand—a total of 15 billion tons of explosives—were compressed into a muffled thud in his stomach:

Gudong.

Like swallowing a mouthful of warm water.

The Taotie's mouth closed, its teeth retracted into its gums, and the black hole deep in its throat shut.

Pei Yuan crawled out of the pile of rubble, his whole body trembling.

It's not fear, it's pain.

The backlash from the Demon God's Heart continued, and his body disintegrated from the inside out—his skin cracked, his blood evaporated, and his spiritual power dissipated.

But he saw it—Yun Nian was in the corridor, less than twenty meters away from him.

The chosen one.

The last chance.

There are three conditions for returning: gaining the faith of more than 90% of the world, killing the Chosen One, or having 90% of the world's population die.

He couldn't do the first two, but someone else is doing the third—those nuclear bombs in the sky are proof of that.

But he doesn't need to wait for nuclear weapons.

He can return as long as he kills Yun Nian.

He bought the Crystal three times, but didn't buy it a fourth time—he couldn't afford the world that followed.

He chose to gamble, betting that this time he could make a comeback.

Unfortunately, I lost the bet.

Yun Yi's return means the Wuji Squad is gone.

Now he's the only one left in the squad.

If we're talking about lone wolves, there are three left.

He could only gamble one more time: gamble that he could kill the Chosen One, gamble that one of the three lone wolves would die after three thousand nuclear bombs, and gamble that he could return before he died.

He did not hesitate.

He rekindled the shattered demonic heart within him—not with spiritual power, but with his life.

Life force surged from his dantian and poured into the dark red bead.

The bead started beating again in his chest cavity, each beating causing his blood vessels to rupture.

Blood seeped from the skin, not flowing, but gushing out.

His body was expanding—not the controlled, directional expansion of before, but an uncontrolled, frantic expansion, like a balloon being blown up.

Bone armor burst forth from all over his body; it wasn't dark red, but black, like charred bones.

Claws grow from the tips of the fingers, not thirty centimeters long, but a meter long.

His face was covered by bone armor, revealing only his two eyes—not red, but white, like two hard-boiled eggs.

My heart started beating again, two hundred times a minute, pumping blood throughout my body and then back to its original parts.

Body temperature was soaring—from thirty-six degrees to forty, fifty, sixty—skin was smoking, bone armor was turning red, and the rubble beneath their feet was melting.

"Aaaaaahh ...

His voice was squeezed out of his throat, not like a human voice, but more like the sound of a wild beast that had been trapped in a cage for decades finally being released.

He rushed out.

It wasn't running, it was launching—his feet shattered the ground, and he crashed into Yun Nian like a cannonball.

Claws in front, bone armor behind, and only the little girl with golden pupils in the white eyes.

Twenty meters.

Fifteen meters.

ten meters.

Yun Nian did not dodge.

It's not that we don't want to avoid it, it's that we don't need to.

Because at that moment, Yun Yi also looked over—or rather, he had noticed it the moment the other person got up.

A colossal foot that reached the heavens stomped down.

Stepping on Pei Yuan's chest felt like stepping on a cockroach.

Boom!

Pei Yuan's body was stomped down from mid-air, sinking into the ground, and then being stomped hundreds of meters underground by the giant foot.

Yun Yi knew without even looking that the other party was already dead.

He looked down and his body shrank rapidly, quickly returning to normal human size.

He turned around, walked back into the corridor, and stood in front of Yun Nian.

The little girl looked up at him, a few tears still clinging to her eyes.

Without hesitation, she rushed forward and hugged Yunyi.

"elder brother!"

Yun Yi stroked Yun Nian's head and glanced at his mother, who was still beating his father.

There was some silence.

Yun Nian was very happy—Mom was alright, and Dad was back too.

My brother even chased away the bad guys.

Antarctica, 3,000 meters below the ice sheet.

Li Shuiqiu stood in the control room of the launch silo, staring at the red dots on the screen—six thousand missiles, three thousand of which had turned gray.

The other three thousand are also being extinguished.

This indicates that they are detonating.

At this moment, there are still 10,000 unlaunched missiles displayed on the screen.

Her fingers tapped a few times on the keyboard.

The screen is not responding.

I knocked a few more times.

There was still no response.

She stood up and walked to the window.

Outside the window was ice—blue, transparent, and three thousand meters thick.

Above the ice is the sky, and above the sky are those nuclear bombs.

From birth, she has been constantly in control of the family's power—she completely controlled the family at the age of three, became a governor at the age of six, and at the age of seven, she used the resources she collected to go underground in Antarctica.

After years of effort and with the resources she controlled, she thought these nuclear weapons would be enough.

After all, she did the same thing in the previous three worlds: using knowledge several eras ahead, she quickly seized power, acquired resources, vigorously developed nuclear weapons, and finally launched them all at once to cleanse the entire world, then quietly awaited her return.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

Some people can withstand an attack of three thousand nuclear bombs.

She turned around and looked at the row of buttons on the wall of the control room.

The red button, the largest one, has a label on it:

"Biological Gene Virus - Extinction".

Her finger rested on the button, but she didn't press it.

Her eyes were fixed on that button for a long time.

The corner of his mouth twitched; it was hard to tell if it was a smile or something else.

Then she pressed it.

The ice cap is shaking.

It wasn't an earthquake—it was a tremor coming from beneath the ice sheet: from the bottom of the launch silos, from the virus petri dishes she had spent three years cultivating, and from the Antarctic krill she had injected with the virus.

This was her backup plan.

She couldn't possibly be researching only nuclear weapons as her trump card.

This is the extinction virus she discovered based on the genetic sequences of all the genes in the world.

It will spread globally within three days.

However, through krill transmission, the time was reduced from three days to three hours.

This is a virus that can completely and irreversibly destroy the genetic sequence of organisms.

Once it spreads, there will be no survivors on this planet.

This naturally includes herself.