The undead have descended upon the world? I possess a sword that can cleave the heavens once more!

Meanwhile, in the Class B danger zone.

Xia Wan had just finished dealing with the third sixth-tier corpse species, and the rapidly spinning Rasengan in her hand hadn't even dissipated when she saw a silver-white beam of light fall from the sky and land in the thick fog in the distance.

The beam of light wasn't dazzling, but it was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it, as if someone had lit a star in that thick fog.

Her hands paused, she stared blankly in that direction, and murmured, "What level of power is this...?"

On the other side, Huang Shaolin had just swiftly killed another sixth-tier corpse species, and the crimson flame spear in his hand slowly dissipated. He raised his head, looking at the silver-white pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth, and his perpetually half-open eyes finally opened completely.

"Goodness..." His voice, unusually, lacked its usual dejected tone. "So this is the A-level danger zone...?"

Lu Chenzhou looked up at the pillar of light, remained silent for a moment, then lowered his head, his steps still steady, as he continued searching for the last sixth-tier corpse species needed for the mission.

The fifth-order torchbearers, including Wang Qi, Ling Shuang, and Gongsun Baizhan, were even more dumbfounded.

They stood on their respective battlefields; some had just killed a fifth-tier zombie, some were fighting their opponents, and some had just escaped from a fierce battle.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were turned in the same direction. The silvery-white beam of light was too conspicuous against the dark red sky, making it hard not to see.

Some people opened their mouths but couldn't speak, some subconsciously took a few steps back, and some gripped their weapons tightly.

They never expected to witness such a peculiar sight on their very first day entering the deep dark realm.

"What is this...?"

At this moment, the smaller giant bird below Wu You stopped its movements and stared blankly at the pitch-black longsword in Wu You's hand, which was filled with the intent of destruction.

In its pale eyes, fear and confusion intertwined, like a person who had never seen darkness suddenly thrown into the dead of night. It even forgot that it was still fighting, forgot that the human in front of it was its enemy. The aura emanating from the sword made it tremble from the depths of its soul.

Meanwhile, the larger, more distinguished giant bird stared blankly at the black sword, muttering something repeatedly. Its voice was no longer the hoarse, sticky mockery of before, but carried a trembling, incredulous tone.

"The power of rules..."

"How is that possible..."

Then it shook its head, as if denying its own judgment, as if trying to convince itself.

Its voice grew rapid and incoherent: "No, impossible! I must be mistaken. You're just a seventh or eighth-level human, how could you possibly touch the edge of godhood!"

Wu You's eyes narrowed. He heard a familiar word—rules.

That was a term that the Thousand-Faced God had mentioned before.

Rules? The edge of godhood? Could that power called "rules" be related to deities? This thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but ask, "Rules?"

The larger bird ignored Wu You. As if provoked by something, it flapped its wings frantically, its wing membranes whipping up gusts of wind in the thick fog, swirling black mud and bits of dead wood into the air. It kept repeating the same phrase: "This is blasphemy! This is blasphemy!"

Then it charged toward Wu You, not with the playful and teasing attacks of before, but with a real, all-out attack, filled with fear and madness. Its six claws opened at the same time, its wing membranes were folded to the extreme, and its whole body was like a black meteorite, crashing toward Wu You.

Upon seeing this, the smaller giant bird behind also dropped its bewildered expression and instinctively took to the sky as well.

Its movements were a beat slower than the larger one, but they carried the same resolute and desperate momentum.

Seeing this, Wu You gave up the idea of ​​communicating. He had wanted to ask them for more information about the "rules," but it seemed that asking further would be fruitless.

He held the Pivot Sword in his right hand and casually swung it.

The movement was small, even casual, as effortless as brushing away dust from one's shoulder.

The next instant, two pure black sword energies, each about half a meter long, were seen slashing out from the tip of the sword.

The sword energy made no sound whatsoever—no sound of it cutting through the air, no whistling, not even a flash of light.

They were pure black, as black as two pieces cut from the night sky, drifting silently forward. Wherever they passed, the air remained still, the dark mist did not surge, and even the light was not distorted—but everything touched by the sword energy was heading towards its end in an irreversible way.

A black, strange rock protruding from the mud was grazed by the sword energy. The surface of the rock had no cracks or debris, but it was as if something had hollowed it out from its deepest part, turning it into nothingness.

Although the two sword energies were insignificant compared to the size of the two giant birds, as small as two specks of dust, they silently pierced into the bodies of the two giant birds the instant they passed by.

Then, time seemed to stand still.

The two giant birds froze in mid-air. The smaller bird was still in a charging posture, its wings spread, its claws outstretched, and its pale eyes still held the last trace of fear.

The larger bird was the same; its beak was half-open, as if it were still muttering the word "blasphemy."

But they all stopped moving.

Then, their bodies began to turn into ashes.

It's not the kind of dissipation that happens when you die a natural death and turn into black smoke, but a more thorough and essential destruction.

Starting from the deepest part of their bodies, every cell, every molecule, and every smallest unit that constitutes their existence is simultaneously disintegrating.

Their bodies began to collapse from the inside, gradually turning into nothingness.

There were no flames, no explosions, no struggles, only a quiet, irreversible demise and destruction.

The smaller giant bird vanished quickly, disappearing completely within seconds, leaving not even a single scale behind.

The larger bird dissipated much more slowly: its body was slowly collapsing, peeling away layer by layer, as if being stripped away from the outside by some unseen force.

The next moment, a black cloud of energy suddenly flew out from the huge bird-shaped body that was slowly dissipating.

That was the true form of the Lustful Corpse Species. It realized that this body was beyond saving and wanted to sacrifice itself to escape from the body.

The black cloud of gas almost merged with the dense fog, and it sped through it at lightning speed, fleeing into the distance.

Wu You did not chase after it; he simply stood quietly in mid-air, watching the black mist fly further and further away.

Then, just as the black mist had detached from the giant bird's body by less than ten meters, it began to dissipate.

It wasn't attacked from the outside, but began to disintegrate from within. The black mist that constituted its form began to shatter, disintegrate, and vanish into nothingness at the smallest level.

This is the sword intent of the Pivot, which represents "destruction"!

Touching it will kill you; getting even a drop of it will lead to certain death!

Once touched by it, whether it is the physical body or the core, no matter how far it escapes, it will inevitably be destroyed!

The black mist struggled and twisted in mid-air, emitting hoarse, intermittent sounds.

It was still babbling incoherently, as if cursing, yet also pleading: "No, impossible... Humans are nothing but a lowly race... How dare they covet the authority of the gods... You damned blasphemer... Great lust..."

It didn't finish its sentence.

The sound stopped abruptly.

The black mist vanished completely from the world, leaving nothing behind.

Wu You watched quietly as the black aura completely dissipated. The Pivot Sword in his hand slowly dissipated, turning into specks of starlight and disappearing into the dark red wind.

The sword intent of the Pivot of Calamity, representing destruction, also faded from his eyes.

Open the Sword Manual.

Experience points +15000.

Experience points +20000.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Hidden Realm +70%.

The smaller giant bird provided 1.5 experience points, while the larger one provided 2 experience points and 70% of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source charge.

Then, Wu You's watch vibrated, the screen lit up, and a mission notification popped up: "Eighth-tier Lustful Corpse Species, killed successfully. Quantity: 2."