Xu Zimei was coldly snorting.

The power of Mixed Yuan continuously surged from within, and the space between several Vein Gates resounded with a "rumble".

As the mighty force inside roared, it was like an ocean storming ceaselessly.

Although he was alone, he showed no inferiority in facing hundreds of crimson men.

After contending with water and fire for a long time, Xu Zimei realized.

If these crimson men gathered together, even with Myriad Water Streams, he wouldn't be able to deal with them.

"In that case, I'll take them down one by one," he murmured softly.

He directly canceled the Water Annihilation of the Eight Desolates, drew his blade, and charged into the crowd of crimson men with the Tyrant Shadow in tow.

The powerful momentum was surging.

Between heaven and earth, there was nothing but endless blade intent and crimson fire.

Every time Xu Zimei's blade descended, it seemed imbued with Undying Blade Intent, and the crimson men could never escape, inevitably getting killed one or two at a time.

Yet he himself was naturally hard-pressed to fight against a multitude of foes.

His body was already covered in scars.

A burning sensation enveloped his entire being, as if he was about to spontaneously combust.

More crimson bodies fell from the sky, and Xu Zimei backed away panting.

"You fear death, I do not.

When it comes to ruthlessness, you are far behind," Xu Zimei laughed.

"So in this battle, you are bound to be defeated."

"You're alone, we can wear you down," the crimson men snorted back.

Unwilling to give Xu Zimei any time to rest and recover, they charged again.

Xu Zimei took a deep breath.

The Tyrant Shadow in his hand was exploding, ever more potent blade intent bursting forth.

He executed each of the Ten Divine Methods in turn.

The Heaven-Shaking Giant roared, the Heaven-reaching Trilife Gate entwining the surroundings.

And the Law of Heaven and Earth, his body like a giant, his eyes echoing divine resonances.

The Divine Demon Visualization Method, his Divine Soul like an ancient Divine Demon, destroying heaven and earth.

The Eyes of Reincarnation, transforming Yin and Yang, dividing heaven and earth, sun, moon, and stars, eternal and unchanging.

One hand with the Finger of Heaven-Swallowing Creation, the other with the Swastika.

When the mighty power struck, Xu Zimei appeared as a Divine Demon capable of annihilating the heavens and earth.

No one land was unchallenged by him.

Despite being drenched in blood, with no unscorched place upon his flame-roasted body.

Yet he still slew the gods when gods opposed him, and demons when demons hindered him.

Wherever he went, killings followed.

The sky seemed to rain blood as crimson bodies fell from the firmament.

He was a whirlwind of death, and the crimson men gradually began to fear.

"You, how dare you," a crimson man said in terror.

"Let's use Jade and Stone Burn Together," suggested another crimson man.

"Are you crazy? Jade and Stone Burn Together, that's something that could kill even us," a crimson man said, alarmed.

"I'm not crazy, we can leave the smaller crimson men behind.

Us old folks will fight him to the death."

That crimson man continued, "Now is the time, or else if he continues to kill down the line.

By then, even our deaths won't be enough to stop him."

As the crimson men pondered, Xu Zimei advanced with his blade once more.

"Do it," shouted a crimson man fiercely.

"Better to leave a glimmer of life than to become mere fodder."

The crimson men all nodded.

One of the crimson men stood at the forefront.

He muttered something under his breath, and suddenly his figure became illusory.

As if he did not exist in this void.

Indeed, when Xu Zimei's blade sliced down, it cleaved through empty air.

This crimson man stood right before him, yet nothing was struck.

"What is this?" he furrowed his brow.

Soon he saw those crimson men behind, one after another, dashing toward this first crimson man.

They merged with him.

As more crimson men fused, the aura of the first crimson man grew stronger and stronger.

Moreover, his body also enlarged progressively.

But Xu Zimei could do naught but watch the transformation passively, unable to strike.

"They've grasped a hint of boundless enormity," came the solemn voice of the Water God Gong Tu from the void.

"I think I know their objective."

"What objective?" Xu Zimei inquired.

"Using the first crimson man as a vessel, they aim to merge everyone's power into that individual.

To make that first person grow stronger.

The more crimson men fuse, the stronger that first crimson man will become.

Theoretically, it can expand limitlessly, boundlessly increasing in might."

The Water God Gong Tu elaborated: "I understand now; these crimson men attack the Blazing Flame Realm ceaselessly.

Their goal is not merely to conquer this world.

They wish to assimilate all of the Fire Tribe into crimson men, amalgamating the people of the entire domain.

Utilizing boundless expansion, to create a true powerhouse."

Upon hearing the Water God Gong Tu's words, Xu Zimei's eyes brightened.

This seemed like a good idea.

For many, becoming a powerhouse necessitates countless years of experience.

Talent, luck, and opportunity are all indispensable.

But using this method, it indeed seemed the easiest.

It was akin to breeding the entire Blazing Flame Realm's Fire Tribe.

"How strong can these fused crimson men become?" Xu Zimei asked.

"Unknown, but if they approach the Taoist Fruit, it'll be a real problem," Gong Tu said gravely.

With the fusion of hundreds of crimson men.

The aura of this first crimson man indeed increased visibly.

From Supreme to Mixed Yuan, Eternal, then to Creation and Holy King.

It wasn't until after achieving Holy King that his aura decreased significantly.

Though the ascent slowed, it still grew stronger.

More and more crimson men were fusing.

While the number capable of fusing dwindled.

The fusion almost included all crimson men in this small world.

A "bang" seemed to come from within the crimson man, as if some shackle was unlocked.

Shortly after, his momentum soared as if riding a crest of the sun.

His roar reverberated continuously.

"Is this the Taoist Fruit?" Xu Zimei wondered.

He hadn't encountered many Dao Fruit powerhouses, and his understanding of this realm was incomplete.

"Not the Taoist Fruit," Water God Gong Tu shook his head.

"But not far off, let's call it a half-step Taoist Fruit."

"Even a half-step Taoist Fruit, with my current prowess, is hard to contend against," Xu Zimei shook his head.

At present, he could challenge beyond his level; against a Holy King, he could hold his ground, even restrain them.

But the Taoist Fruit, that's virtually an entire realm higher, a genuine difference of Vein Gates.

The opponent possessing eleven Vein Gates, this gap is akin to that between heaven and earth.

"I can control it briefly," Water God Gong Tu assuredly said.

He naturally could not let Xu Zimei leave.

After waiting countless years, this was the only opportunity.

"You could control it, why didn't you say so earlier?" Xu Zimei asked in confusion.

"I control it with my life, simply put, it's sacrificing the Primordial Spirit.

Unless absolutely necessary, I wouldn't choose this," Gong Tu explained.

"But now, it's down to us risking everything."

"How do I kill him?" Xu Zimei asked.