As the savior, I only want to play single-player games.

The spiritualist system, which attempts to imitate the power of the Lord, is the greatest insult to their true Lord!

What is even more unforgivable is that there are people of this level in the world.

This is a blasphemy against all true relatives.

Their power, existence, and will all depend on that great being.

Yet there are such powerful people in the world who have stolen power and do not believe in their Lord.

This is disrespectful and blasphemous.

They originally thought Shangyang had truly been resurrected, so they wanted to get away from the earth as soon as possible.

Because for beings of their level, only beings of the same level can annihilate them; any king can unleash unimaginable spiritual power before his death.

For some reason, Shang Yang did not do that before he died. Instead, he merged his remaining spiritual power into the earth—which is why they never dared to approach the ground, for fear of being dragged down with Shang Yang.

"He died back then, his main consciousness was annihilated, and his remaining spiritual power merged into the earth. Surprisingly, he still had a latent spirituality. Later, he instinctively gathered the power of countless people in the world after their deaths, forming a seemingly powerful collective spiritual will."

They have also fought in many places. The followers of the Outer Gods need to use the origin of the world to replenish themselves, otherwise they cannot advance. They are knowledgeable and experienced, especially when it comes to the spiritual master system, so they can easily deduce it.

Shangyang appears to be incredibly powerful, but in reality, it's like a castle in the air.

Now that the world has lost its identity, they are no longer suppressed. Shang Yang has also chosen to merge with the spirits of those people of the world. The originally pure spiritual power has become impure and is no longer as firm as it used to be.

"Tear this land apart!"

The two real relatives were furious.

"Force Shangyang out of his shell and plunge his spirit and will into the abyss!"

The immense psychic power swept across the sky, directly cracking open the earth's surface.

However, if the rules still exist, things wouldn't be like this, because the world would suppress excessively powerful forces. No strong being would be too presumptuous, or they would be expelled from the world. Especially those beings above the near-god level, who need to abide by the rules, otherwise they wouldn't be able to contend with the entire world. The weight of any complete and flawless world before its collapse would be enough to crush a god.

But now you don't have to. You can unleash your power without any restraint.

The world was reduced to ruins, and all mortal things were frozen in chaos. The rules had long been broken and the protection was lost.

The endless mountains and earth trembled violently, more violently than a magnitude 12 earthquake. All the landmasses were torn apart one after another like pies. Then the continental shelf suddenly disintegrated, and the endless land collapsed, leaving behind a scene of devastation, broken into pieces.

But during this process, a powerful force surged from underground, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, causing the area to boil violently.

The power that was embedded deep within the earth retaliated.

Billions upon billions of wandering spirits rapidly ascended into the sky, plunging the world into a vast expanse of white. Then, they resonated together, gathered, and transformed into a real physical body, which was Shang Yang.

He raised his hand and unleashed a burst of mental energy, the power of which was not to be underestimated. Like turning the pages of a book, it directly ripped the earth apart.

The Dark Families instantly teleported away, while the True Families immediately constructed a layer of psychic protection to withstand all the impacts.

The distracting thoughts of the people of the world have no effect on them, not even a breeze. But the problem is that these thoughts are controlled by Shang Yang, resonate with his spirit, and he transforms into a king to rule over all the people of the world. The power generated can turn the world upside down.

"Shangyang, die!"

The two sides clashed head-on, with the true relatives probing Shang Yang's true nature and attempting a counterattack, thus opening up a psychological battlefield and igniting an unprecedented war.

The earth's surface cracked open completely, countless rocks rose into the sky, and even many mountains detached from the earth with a rumble, forming floating peaks.

The true kin stood atop the peak and uttered strange words.

Many creatures descended from the void and took shape. Some of them did not exist in this world at all; they were beings from another world. Being controlled and mentally enslaved by them ultimately became food for the creatures.

It can be unleashed at crucial moments, allowing one to recapture their former fighting prowess and use it against enemies.

Among them were many non-human beings, including two-headed wolves with four limbs on the ground, lizards exhaling cold air, and countless walking corpses of human creatures, some from ancient times and some from modern times, including many figures in bright yellow...

To reiterate, these outer gods' minions have already invaded multiple worlds, eroding their rules, devouring their origins, and consuming countless lives.

However, they had never encountered an enemy with such a strong will to resist.

Even at the ends of the earth.

There is no hope left.

They are still fighting and resisting, but what is it all for?

Why not just die peacefully?

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Those who break my heart must die: Chapter 47: A Dead End [Fourth Update, Requesting Votes]

Upon seeing this scene, Shang Yang did not say much. He was tall and upright, calm as a pool of water, dark and deep, unfathomable.

The king possesses similar powers, as the spiritualist system itself originates from them.

A magnificent and resplendent throne appeared, and Shang Yang sat on it, dressed in the supreme uniform of the resistance army, and then put on a lace-covered golden crown. His tall and upright figure was domineering and majestic, as dazzling as the sun.

He once ruled over all of humanity, but later his spirit and will sank deep into the earth, engraving the memory fluctuations of everyone into his mind, and he could clearly remember everyone's spiritual information.

Then countless well-equipped resistance fighters emerged one after another in front of him. These fighters stood on the void, fully armed, and once again recreated the scene of the peak, staring intently at the opposite side, their eyes burning with a fierce fire of revenge.

kill!

Both sides charged forward simultaneously, countless bullets weaving a web of death, artillery fire covering the ground, and other modern weaponry of various types, but none of them could stop the enemy invasion. Those creatures were like wild horses, galloping through the void, like two torrents colliding violently, unafraid of casualties.

However, after only a brief encounter, the resistance forces were clearly losing ground, suffering repeated defeats. Their fighting strength was inferior to that of the real family members. Although a steady stream of resistance fighters revived, keeping the front line from retreating, the overall situation remained dire.

This is not your kingdom!

The true relatives pressed their advantage, their eerie voices threatening to shatter Shangyang's spirit.

"Shangyang, you have lost your power and fallen from your original position. Everything you do now is meaningless!"

This voice carried a strange, demonic quality, aiming to deny Shangyang's existence at its very source.

Quantity is not as important as quality. Even though Shangyang has integrated the spiritual remnants of people from other worlds and seems to have a great presence, the excessive impurities have actually affected Shangyang's own spiritual power.

The king's spiritual power was originally as dazzling as a jewel, which is why the king was almost omnipotent, and it is beyond people's comprehension.

Walking on the earth is like walking in a divine kingdom.

Although Shangyang can maintain a certain level of capability, he has lost the kingdom that the king is most proud of—just as a general cannot lose his soldiers and a peasant cannot lose his land, only a king who possesses a kingdom is a true king.

What puzzled these relatives was why Shang Yang was so reluctant to detach his spiritual power from it, instead choosing to degenerate and coexist with those filthy and depraved remnants. Were those inferior lives still worth Shang Yang's lingering attachment to?

Doesn't he know that he has already been contaminated?

As a king, his life form has long surpassed that of the people of the world. Mixing his spirit with worldly distractions will only lower his own level.

Conversely, if one uses the fire of the spirit to burn away those distracting thoughts and purify all those excessive negative emotions, one can obtain abundant nourishment and perhaps reconstruct one's subjective consciousness, thus reviving oneself.

"Where is your king? Where are your laws? Now you are utterly corrupt. Look at your true form, entangled in the mud of the world, those base desires that originate from the hearts of the people of the world, as ugly as those flesh and blood relatives. Are you still Shangyang now? Can you still raise your battle flag and fight with us?"

Those eerie sounds came one after another, containing some kind of demonic power, making people's hearts tremble, feeling like their eardrums were about to explode, and their souls tremble.

But Shang Yang remained expressionless and did not respond. He sat on the throne, perfectly complementing the king.

He once held the power of life and death with a single word, standing at the highest position in human society, wielding absolute power and making decisions unilaterally. Although he was the nominal leader, he was no different from a true king, otherwise it would have been difficult to cultivate such a domineering aura.

Even though he is no longer the person he used to be, he will not deny himself because of what his true family member said.

"My kingdom has long been buried deep within this land..." Shang Yang murmured to himself, his whole body glowing like a sun, shrouded in light, making it difficult to see his expression.

"But I can hear... deep within the earth, my people, my men, are weeping, grieving, and roaring..."

A crystal tear silently slid down his cheek, but he wiped it away, gazing at the tear of spirit in his palm that shone like a diamond.

It emitted a mournful cry, containing the heaviest sorrow, which stemmed from the wailing of billions of living beings and was concentrated here.

How could a king devoid of blood and tears shed a tear? His heart and will had long since become unimaginably resilient. In those past years, as territory was constantly lost and the resistance army suffered defeat after defeat, he indirectly or directly sacrificed the lives of billions of his people in order to maintain the resistance army's fighting strength, all for the sake of humanity's survival and for the final counterattack.

At that time, he did not shed a tear, because he was the sun, guiding everyone forward with hope in the darkness.

But at that moment, he burst into tears...

That was not his weeping, but the weeping of all life, an endless stream of emotions that converged and affected the king.

The oath he once swore under the same banner made his life a living hell, and the collapse of the king's laws further shattered his spirit. He wandered day and night in this land where humanity was becoming increasingly scarce, absorbing the despair and grief of those who died.

Is this the end?

His strength was no longer sufficient to engage in the fiercest battle with the true family members, nor could he change the fact that the resistance army had been defeated.

Just like the scene that happened on that stormy night, his army suffered heavy casualties. Humanity's most elite warriors were attacked by the Mind-Stealing Creatures and the Shadow Creatures, and countless figures roared and fell one after another.

That was a past event that even Chi Feng found unbearable.

Shang Yang suddenly looked up and saw the shadow in the sky expanding rapidly, approaching the earth at an extremely fast speed.

"The sun!" Shang Yang pointed lightly, and the light there shone brightly and was extremely dazzling. However, because the overall mental power was restrained by the true relatives, it could not exert its full strength. The light failed to achieve its purpose and was quickly swallowed by darkness, which descended rapidly.

A moment later, seeing them fall from the sky, Shang Yang was powerless to stop them; it was darkness composed of countless shadowy creatures.

"Is it no longer possible to protect them?" he whispered, without any emotion showing, a simple sentence filled with sorrow.

Shang Yang encountered the strongest Eternal Darkness Familiar, floating in the darkness. Its form was different from that of a human, but its extremely sharp body exuded a chilling aura. After just one glance at it, Shang Yang was instantly beheaded, and then a new head was formed.

The psychological battlefield was also shattered at this moment; it was not a battle, but a massacre.

Shangyang lost his kingdom, and his true followers emerged victorious. However, because Shangyang lacked independent consciousness, they were unable to capture him and ultimately destroyed him.

Shang Yang sat alone on the throne, a one-man army, calm as still water, his heart already free of fear.

From the direction of the South China Sea, a deafening roar resounded, and intense life waves surged, unleashing a tsunami hundreds of meters high that swept across the entire coastline, submerging the already ravaged land.

Then, three figures thousands of meters tall stood up.

They overlook the earth, and even mountains can only reach their waists. Standing tall and majestic, they are like three demon gods that cannot be looked at directly.

Those were the three fleshy monsters that turned to ashes. At this level, they were at least comparable to Shang Yang, so how could they perish so easily? The scattered black ashes absorbed the life essence of the low-level fleshy monsters in the deep sea and recovered to their peak, even stronger than at their peak.

Because that extremely strange life force was so strong, it was almost overflowing, and the surface of the body was covered with a layer of vigorous and eerie life essence, with surging energy.

However, they are no longer humanoid, but in other forms, like monsters and demons from ancient times, with sharp claws, long tails, and thick limbs, covered in cold scales that can insulate against high temperatures. Their entire existence is for the purpose of fighting.

This is their extreme advantage. Evolving to the highest level is about making flesh and blood immortal, being able to adapt to extreme environments, and also being able to reshape the body according to the current situation.

In this desolate environment, the moment they stepped ashore, the earth miraculously came back to life. From the chaotic mist sprouted withered bone trees, fleshy sprout grass, and blood flowers. The earth seemed to be brought to life, trembling and flowing, as if it had come alive, pulsating with their breath and possessing vitality.

If an ordinary being were to look directly at it, it would go insane and lose control, because the conscious mind cannot suppress the physical body and would instead be controlled by instinct.