As the sky prepared for a massive attack, the sight of over twenty saint-level warriors joining forces to kill Ye Han left everyone astounded. Such a formation, capable of destroying a nation, was now focused on one man.
Ye Han's enigmatic abilities left them no choice but to take such drastic measures. His repeated escapes from saint-level warriors both enticed and terrified them.
"Why did you come out?" Ye Han asked Xiaoya, standing firm despite his trembling body.
"They will die," Xiaoya replied, her usual vitality gone, replaced by solemnity and tears streaming down her face.
"I won't die. Go back," Ye Han gently urged, trying to reach out with his bloodied hand to wipe her tears, but his movements were hindered by the overwhelming pressure from the twelve saint-level warriors.
Xiaoya shook her head silently and looked towards the sky where the massive energy orb glowed intensely.
"Ye Han, I've been so happy these days. Thank you," Xiaoya said softly as she floated up, surrounded by a green light so bright it overshadowed the energy orb.
Ye Han watched, horrified, feeling a surge of dread. "No!" he roared in vain, struggling against the combined aura of the twelve warriors.
"In the relentless loneliness of creation, the spirit of the apocalypse weaves through eternal sorrow," Xiaoya chanted, her voice echoing amidst twisting spatial distortions.
The saint-level warriors, feeling the immense pressure from the void, hastened their actions as the barrier began to fray under the strain.
"Let the sealed abyss be reopened," Xiaoya concluded her chant. Space ruptured violently, unleashing a fierce spatial storm that shattered the barrier instantly.
The energy orb in the sky exploded under the storm's fury, injuring the twenty-odd saint-level warriors and engulfing them in the maelstrom.
"Sacrifice of life and time to the eternal sleep," Xiaoya finished, her green light piercing the heavens and merging with the storm.
With a thunderous roar that echoed across the entire continent, everyone except Ye Han and Xiaoya was knocked unconscious, bloodied and stunned.
As the green light faded, Xiaoya plummeted towards the ground. Ye Han, freed from the pressure, caught her in his arms. He watched helplessly as her once youthful face aged rapidly.
"Why... why did you do this?" Ye Han trembled, feeling Xiaoya's soul weakening.
"I didn't want you to die," Xiaoya whispered. "Without you, there's no joy for Xiaoya."
Her simple words echoed in Ye Han's mind. In his two lifetimes, no one had ever spoken to him with such care and affection.
Holding Xiaoya's aging face, Ye Han's grey aura flickered erratically, a sign of his deeply unsettled soul.
"Brother Ye Han, Xia Ya won't die. Xia Ya once said she would always be by your side," Xia Ya's voice grew fainter and weaker.
"Just, I will have to leave you for a while. Don't forget Xia Ya."
"Where are you going? Tell me, what's happening to you?" Ye Han's voice trembled as he spoke. His eyes alternated between shades of grey and red, then returned to normal.
"When your heart beats again, I will return," Xia Ya's voice, hollow and ethereal, echoed in Ye Han's soul. Each word etched deeply into his being. As Xia Ya uttered these words, her body gradually vanished, disappearing into Ye Han's embrace.
Looking at his empty arms, Ye Han's memories flashed through his mind. He longed to see Xia Ya's innocent smile again, to grasp those moments from the past. But he tragically realized his own helplessness and weakness. He couldn't hold onto anything.
Power. Ye Han had never yearned for power as he did now. If it weren't for his incapacity, Xia Ya wouldn't have stepped out of that formation. If not for his weakness, Xia Ya could have continued living happily.
The more Ye Han thought, the more powerful his soul's vibrations became. The blood burning within him surged towards his brain. A mysterious and terrifying force erupted within his body. His muscles swelled, his hands trembled, and his chest heaved rapidly. Ye Han seemed to have forgotten everything, even himself.
Power. Power. Xia Ya.
"Xia Ya!" Ye Han suddenly let out a sky-shaking roar. His fangs grew wildly, and a pair of enormous wings unfurled from his back.
Power, an uncontrollable and incomparable aura, exploded from Ye Han's body. A wave of intense red light spread from him, turning everything within a hundred yards blood-red in an instant.
His powerful presence continued to radiate from him, rippling outward in waves. Ye Han slowly lowered his head, his grey eyes filled with boundless killing intent, glaring at everyone around him.
A single tear of blood slowly trickled from his eye, and a rain of blood began to fall from the sky. The sky was no longer blue, the wind no longer colorless, the clouds no longer white. Everything was red, the color of blood.
A red sword, Soul Annihilator, emerged slowly from his body. His grey eyes, cold as a serpent's, stared at everyone around him. His voice, icy and slow, uttered each word, "You all... must die."
Legend says zombies have no tears. Being already dead, where could tears come from?
Legend says when a zombie of deep affection sheds tears for you, you are the luckiest person in the world. For zombies do not have tears, what they shed for you is not tears, but eternal life.
Legend says when a zombie sheds tears, the heavens and earth will change color, and waves of blood will surge.
This was just a legend, unverified as true or false, for no crying zombie had ever appeared since the existence of zombies, including the ancient Inferno.
Yet at this moment, in this world without zombies, Ye Han, a foreign zombie, created this legend. As a zombie, Ye Han finally shed the first tear in zombie history – the tear of a zombie.
At the moment of his tears, the sky changed colors, and the area for a thousand yards around was suddenly covered with countless red clouds. In an instant, the red glow spread across the sky, as if the heavens themselves were bleeding.
The redness in the sky grew denser and thicker, completely obscuring the sun and the moon. The blood-red clouds stained the land red.
Simultaneously, numerous powerful beings across the continent turned their gaze towards this location.
Holding the blood-drenched Soul Annihilator, Ye Han moved slowly, yet he instantly appeared before all the forces. His merciless sword sliced through the air, thick with the scent of blood. Wherever he passed, people were cleaved in two without even a chance to scream.
The frenzied slaughter, the unceasing massacre, left everyone trembling in fear under Ye Han's formidable aura. After his transformation, amidst the blood rain, he was the embodiment of a "Blood Asura."
"Blood Cleansing Mountains and Rivers," Ye Han roared, his Soul Annihilator cutting fiercely downward. Hundreds of people were instantly annihilated under his sword.
It was a one-sided massacre. To Ye Han, all the eighth and ninth-tier warriors were like infants, easily decapitated with a swing of his sword, or shattered with a flap of his wings.
This place had become a hell on earth, with Ye Han emerging as the Asura from hell.
The battlefield was in utter chaos, filled with screams and cries that shook the heavens. Ye Han swiftly weaved through the crowd, leaving no survivors in his wake, swallowed by the waves of blood, leaving not a drop behind.
After killing the last person, Ye Han's grey eyes scanned around. He was searching for someone – Xisiduo.
"Madman, meet your death!" roared from the sky. Ye Han looked up to find that of the twenty-odd Saint-level beings who survived the powerful spatial storm, only six remained, all injured.
Licking the blood off his hands, Ye Han looked at the six approaching figures with a brutal smile. Holding the Soul Annihilator, he spread his purple wings and swiftly met their charge.
In an instant, the two sides clashed. Without a second glance, Ye Han continued his onslaught towards the others. The person who clashed with him didn't fall more than thirty yards before exploding.
In a blink, Ye Han faced the second attacker, swinging his Soul Annihilator, bisecting them. The remaining few immediately flew in different directions. But how could their speed compare to Ye Han's in his rage?
However, Ye Han did not pursue them. He wanted them alive to spread the terror of this day. He wanted the entire continent to be filled with fear.
Ye Han slowly landed on the ground. After the frenzied slaughter, he felt a moment of dizziness in his soul. The Soul Annihilator in his hand trembled slightly, thirsty for blood after a long time.
Suddenly, a force powerful enough to tear space surged towards Ye Han. At the same time, two overwhelmingly destructive auras approached from the distance.
At that moment, Ye Han's remaining soul force crazily surged towards the red crystal in his body. He rapidly retreated, but the terrifying attack was faster.
"Ershula!" Just as the attack was about to hit, and death seemed imminent, Ye Han shouted loudly.