Chapter 128: My Name Is Yang Yi

These subconscious projections formed from past traumas, these scenes that once brought her infinite terror, were originally created by herself...

She felt terror toward them, but in reality, they had never truly harmed her.

Since she could create them, naturally she could also utilize them.

Because these were originally a part of herself.

Yang Yi slowly stood up, coldly watching the giant trapped by vines and trees; it struggled desperately, and for every vine it snapped, countless vines coiled around it; for every tree it crushed, countless trees locked its movements; thorns pierced its body, leaving it covered in wounds.

"So, your blood is red too..." Yang Yi said numbly, then suddenly sneered, "Of course, you, this so-called fragment of an Evil God, are now merely a pitiful parasite, drawing nutrients and spirit from the host, and even in the end, almost transforming into the host's likeness; who is parasitizing whom..."

The giant's body shrank smaller and smaller, gradually taking the form of a little girl.

Yang Yi casually snapped a branch; the branch slowly deformed in her hand, transforming into a sharp dagger.

She approached the little girl, looking down upon it.

Its face remained cold, but a trace of panic had appeared deep within its pupils.

The dagger struck down fiercely, piercing into its chest.

It let out a scream that shook a thousand li; in an instant, light and shadow shifted, and they transformed into a two-headed snake.

At this moment, the triangular snake head with venomous fangs was listless, while the snake head representing Yang Yi remained small but was spirited and alert.

The moment the two-headed snake appeared, the Black Forest moved again; the ground turned into a swamp, trapping the entire lower half of the two-headed snake, which then solidified into hard ground.

Trees, vines, and thorns continued to coil around the triangular snake head, trapping it like meat on a chopping block.

Yang Yi sneered, lunged forward suddenly, and devoured flesh in great bites, drinking blood in great gulps.

She tore off the scales on its neck, tore at its flesh, and gnawed through its bones; crunching and cracking sounds, chilling to the scalp, echoed through the Black Forest.

With her movements, the large snake head grew more and more listless and smaller, while the snake head belonging to Yang Yi grew larger and larger.

Suddenly, it transformed into a black, twisted vortex; the swamp, the forest, the vines, and everything around were twisted and torn by this vortex, about to be sucked inside by it.

However, from this dark world, Yang Yi rose a larger vortex; all surrounding scenery merged into her form, becoming a part of her, and her vortex grew larger and larger.

Gradually, the entire world of the subconscious projection vanished; in the chaotic and empty world, only two constantly rotating and twisting vortices, one large and one small, floated.

"Have you exhausted all your tricks?" A cold voice came from the large vortex, "You wanted to fuse with me, but at the same time, I have fused with you; your abilities are now my abilities too..."

"... Even if you fuse with me, what forms is merely another Evil God; this is a road with no branches; once stepped upon, one can only walk along it endlessly..." It hovered coldly and arrogantly, "And I will become a part of you... No matter the method, there is only one destination... It does not care..."

Yang Yi fell silent; after a long while, she said faintly, "I have no other choice, do I?"

With that, the large vortex, with unstoppable momentum, swept toward the other vortex like wind sweeping away scattered clouds...

"Quick, move those vehicles blocking the way!" Before Thomas could speak, two awakened bodyguards ran forward swiftly.

In the sky, the Void-Devouring Beast had fully revealed its form; its gray-white whiskers and hair floated and constantly lengthened, harvesting lives along the way.

Everyone saw this scene; in terror, another car accident occurred, blocking traffic on the entire road.

On both sides of the road were rolling hills covered in green grass and wild flowers, very beautiful, yet at this moment they could offer them no help.

The Void-Devouring Beast drew closer and closer, only about a thousand meters away from them.

Thomas got out of the car and saw from afar that the two bodyguards who had gone to clear the traffic had seized a vehicle, crashed through the blocking accident vehicle, and fled at top speed.

"FXXK!"

This Hou Jue, though sharp-tongued, always elegant, spat out a curse.

Although the awakened bodyguards had fled, at least the road was clear, and the remaining vehicles once again fled at top speed.

Not long after they had gone, a gap like corrosion tore open in the sky ahead again; a long leg with gray-white whiskers and hair extended out.

The moment it appeared, those whiskers and hair seemed to automatically sense the location of food; before the entire body of the Void-Devouring Beast had emerged from the gap, the gray-white whiskers and hair had already lengthened to capture the humans below.

The cars speeding at 300 mph simply could not stop; they might as well try to charge through, but those whiskers and hair easily pierced through the car bodies, turning the people inside into flying ash.

The two fleeing bodyguards had just unleashed an air wave and flames when the whiskers and hair touched their bodies, and they vanished from this world.

The Void-Devouring Beast behind also "ate" its way along the highway.

Attacked from front and rear, there was no escape.

In an instant, everyone on the entire road fell into despair.

Thomas's driver broke down; he shouted, jumped out of the car, and ran madly toward the hills.

Several fleeing figures on the hills were so obvious; where could they possibly hide?

"Oh God!" Miranda clasped her hands before her chest, looking despairingly at the monster slowly drifting closer.

Thomas let out a bitter smile, sat back down in vain; two monsters gradually approached outside the car window; he turned his head to look at the unconscious girl beside him:

"Frisa, it seems we must go on our journey together..."

At the very last moment of his life, he seemed to finally find some release; gently cupping the girl's face, he lightly kissed her forehead.

"What a pity, I still do not know your true name..."

He murmured softly, ignoring the Void-Devouring Beast now within arm's reach.

The gray-white whiskers and hair seemed slow but were actually extremely fast; in the blink of an eye, they drifted above the sedan, silently and soundlessly passing through the hard bulletproof car body, extending in softly and eerily.

The girl's eyelashes twitched; she opened her eyes, looked at the brown-green pupils before her, and said calmly and flatly, "My name is Yang Yi."

The gray-white whiskers and hair stopped a few centimeters away from her skin, unable to advance even half an inch further.

People in breakdown and despair suddenly discovered that the two Void-Devouring Beasts had suddenly frozen, like insects solidified in amber, no longer moving, and even the gray-white whiskers and hair ceased their wriggling.

Was it an optical illusion? Or a hallucination before death?

Those waiting to die rubbed their eyes in disbelief, and those who were fleeing also stopped, panting.

What exactly had happened?

Inside the car, Thomas stared in shock at the girl opposite him; her face slowly changed, and finally, it settled into the face often seen on television—the one who had destroyed the altar projection, saved Britain, and was rumored to be dead.

Yang Yi.

The God of Humanity.