Chapter 545: The End of All Evil
Yuan Kongye listened to Zhang Yi’s words in silence, her face blank and devoid of emotion.
After unleashing another massive storm upon the battlefield, she turned away and kept running.
Zhang Yi followed at a steady pace, showing no concern.
Blind and exhausted, Yuan Kongye ran purely on instinct, like a headless fly, lost in a world she could no longer see.
On the third day, she reached the edge of Tianhai City.
By now, her body was failing.
Her once delicate face, now paler than snow, looked as fragile as paper.
For three days, she hadn’t eaten a single bite of food.
She couldn’t rest, either—because she knew that the moment she stopped, Zhang Yi’s gun would be aimed at her head.
A despair so absolute, so suffocating, that it felt like being cut apart with a dull knife.
Slowly, agonizingly, peeling back her skin…
Then slicing her flesh…
Then shaving down her bones.
If she had faced a stronger Superhuman, someone who could have killed her instantly, she wouldn’t have suffered .
But Zhang Yi wasn’t a normal opponent.
He was relentless, like a leech stuck to her soul.
And there was nothing she could do about it.
"Zheng Yixian… if only you were still alive."
Staggering, she dragged herself up a snowy mountain, step by step.
One kilometer behind her, Zhang Yi followed at a casual pace.
Compared to her withering state, he looked as energetic as ever.
He had injected himself twice with military-grade stimulants, keeping his mind sharp and body active.
He knew victory was within reach.
Watching her falter, he could already see the end.
As Yuan Kongye climbed the mountain, the icy wind brushed against her face.
It was cold—but it didn’t feel unpleasant.
What she really felt… was tired.
The freezing storm couldn’t stop her exhaustion.
She could barely keep her eyes open.
But every time she started to drift into unconsciousness—
A black bullet would whistle through the air, narrowly missing her head.
She whispered to herself.
Her expression, once proud and untouchable, was now filled with helplessness.
She looked nothing like the holy and revered leader of the Followers of the Snow God.
Instead, she was just a lost girl, bullied, alone, seeking someone to protect her.
"God… am I not your most devoted follower? Please… save me."
She clasped her hands together, praying desperately.
But—there was no answer.
"Why? Why won’t you guide me? Did I do something wrong?"
"But everything I did… was to create a world free of filth and impurity!"
"Zheng Yixian… Zheng Yixian… what should I do? Tell me!"
She was no longer the cold, divine priestess.
She was just a frightened child.
In her blurry vision, faces appeared.
Her parents, smiling at her, reaching out their hands.
"A’Ye, come with us… let’s go to heaven together."
Then—Zheng Yixian’s serious expression.
"A’Ye! Wake up! Wake up!!"
The next moment, she saw a warm, gentle woman, smiling at her softly.
"Xiao Ye, are you okay?"
Seeing that face, Yuan Kongye’s dry, lifeless eyes suddenly filled with tears.
A lullaby floated through the air.
"Sleep, sleep, my dear child…"
"Sleep, sleep, my dear princess…"
The sound wrapped around her like a cocoon.
She couldn’t fight it anymore.
Her body was nothing but an empty shell.
The lullaby pulled her down, whispering—
"Everyone you loved is dead."
"What’s the point of living?"
"If you die… you’ll see them again."
Staggering, Yuan Kongye dragged herself toward a withered tree at the edge of the mountain.
She leaned against it—
She whispered his name one last time.
Muttering the words like a child, she finally closed her eyes.
From afar, Zhang Yi watched her fall.
Without hesitation, he raised his gun—
The bullet stopped just one meter before reaching her, trembling in midair before dropping into the snow.
His eyes remained sharp, but he didn’t move closer.
A wounded beast was the most dangerous kind.
If she was on the verge of death, her final counterattack would be the strongest yet.
So he wasn’t rushing.
His Origin Bullets were gone.
From his Dimensional Space, he pulled out a high-caliber anti-material sniper rifle.
He aimed—not at her head, but her body.
If the shot hit her head, it would destroy it completely.
And that might damage her Superhuman Core.
He waited a few minutes, then took his first shot.
Yuan Kongye’s telekinetic barrier stopped it.
Zhang Yi didn’t react.
Her defenses were running on instinct.
Instead, he kept his distance, firing every once in a while, waiting.
And so, one day and one night passed.
The first Epsilon-level Superhuman in Tianhai City—
A high-caliber sniper bullet tore through her fragile body—
It was a brutal sight.
A young girl, split in two.
But against someone as terrifying as Yuan Kongye—
Zhang Yi had no choice.
Even the dead had to be handled with caution.
Because she had orchestrated the zombie outbreak in Tianhai City.
Because of her, millions had died.
Watching her final moments, Zhang Yi let out a deep breath.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He hadn’t slept for three days and nights.
If not for the stimulants, he would have collapsed just like she had.
Suppressing his excitement, Zhang Yi slowly walked forward.
"The final step is always the hardest."
He checked his surroundings—no one was coming.
Even if they did, he wasn’t afraid.
His energy was low, but his abilities were intact.
Anyone who tried to interfere—
Would be wiped out instantly.
With Bian Junwu and Yuan Kongye dead, no one in Tianhai City could challenge him now.
All he had to do was absorb her Core.
Placing his hand on her forehead, Zhang Yi felt it.
An incomprehensible surge of power roared through his body.
Like a raging river, crashing into his soul.
His right eye glowed blindingly bright—
And in his left eye, a deep, ominous darkness began to stir.