The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Collapse."

The voice was soft.

So soft it didn't seem like a command.

Crack…

Crack…

Hiss-!

The battlefield groaned.

He turned.

And watched winter arrive without warning.

A single petal.

Small... Pale white.

It drifted past his cheek like a snowflake touched by sorrow, then thousands followed.

Ice petals, falling from the sky, they fluttered gently.

Softly.

Like a maiden's sigh after breaking your neck.

They didn't slash, they didn't explode.

They simply touched.

And where they touched...Stillness.

Hundreds of raiders that had been charging at Ranran stopped mid-motion.

Arms outstretched, mouths open.

Flesh turning blue, then white, then crystal.

All frozen.

Even those mid-leap froze, turned into shattered sculptures of malice.

A claw half an inch from Ranran's cheek never touched her.

It turned into ice-flesh, and crumbled at the joints.

[Thousand Petals of the Frozen Sky]

A seemingly impractical art, wide area, low intensity, hated by duelists. But against these filth-born weak Core Formation raiders?

It was perfection.

It didn't just stop them.

It turned them into a gallery.

A massacre in slow motion.

Su Yiran exhaled, her breath icy mist, ehe stood at the center of a graveyard frozen in beauty.

A single lift of her hand...CRRRAAAACK—!

The entire battlefield shattered.

Statues crumbled, limbs fell, skulls split like frozen fruit. A few still twitched inside the thicker ice, teeth moved, fingers clawed.

But the Ice Qi covered again, hungry, enjoying itself.

Each petal that landed birthed a ten-centimeter radius of frozen reality.

And there were thousands.

"It… worked…"

Su Yiran exhaled a wisp of icy mist, her voice tinged with disbelief. Even after she'd shattered the frozen husks, no new hunters crawled free, they had been sealed within the frost.

The corner of her lips twitched… into a smile, but too early to celebrate.

Whoosh!

"Come with me!"

"Wh—?"

Before she could react, a figure descended from above, fast, smooth.

Hands wrapped around her waist.

The world spun.

By the time she blinked, she was being carried across like a kidnapped princess, wind screaming in her ears, toward the battlefield where the Marshals clashed.

Who else could it be?

Su Xiaobai.

The worst struck her heart like a falling star, he was using her.

As bait.

There was no way her frost mist could freeze a Marshal… not yet.

But before she could protest, Su Xiaobai landed with her, his grip releasing at the precise moment her feet touched ground.

"Stay behind,"** he said, red flames coiling faintly around like a armor, "Freeze whatever I kill… before it multiplies."

"Oh…" Su Yiran shook off her shock and nodded, crimson lips parting. "Your flames…"

She'd noticed it, they weren't erupting outward, but circulating inwards, wrapping his body like a second skin.

He wasn't attacking.

He was defending.

Conserving.

Burning these pests one by one was a waste of Qi. He let them touch him… let them bite…

But never too deep.

Though he knew these were no plague-ridden zombies, their bite wouldn't turn you — Su Xiaobai was nothing if not paranoid.

Still, the flames were too scorching.

Hiss~!

Her mist would approach… only to evaporate into steam.

So he extinguished the fire.

He took the hits.

She froze the corpses before they could spawn.

A duet of death, one slicing, one sealing.

Everything was going fine.

Beibei, that annoying flying chicken, had already cooked the two Marshals, earning a few shallow wounds in return.

Su Xiaobai pried their cores from the remains, shoved them into his storage.

Then came the first.

And second.

And third.

Three last Marshals, now standing.

It was as if they sensed defeat.

Because they self-detonated.

Boom—!!

Not in flame.

But in flesh.

They burst into a thousand crawling horrors, hunters spilling like guts from a burst stomach.

Suffocating.

Squelching.

Su Xiaobai and Ranran were dragged under a tide of limbs and gnashing teeth.

Beibei shrieked, lightning exploded, flash-frying the swarm, the stench of charred meat rising like incense from hell.

She tried to reach Su Xiaobai.

But too bad.

"AHHHHHHHH!!"

A scream echoed through the battlefield.

Ye An.

A red mist boiled around her, pulsing like a heartbeat, each throb shredded anything nearby into pulp.

Her eyes turned black.

"No… no…"

Her last plea trembled from her lips.

For the first time — she was afraid.

Within her consciousness, she was nothing but an ant before a throne.

A towering shiloutte stood dwarfing her like an ant.

Twisted, and bloody.

It laughed.

The Devil.

Its silhouette stretched across her soulscape, so immense it could blot out the firmament.

She knelt.

Puchi!

Blood streamed from her eyes.

From her mouth.

Then, she collapsed.

The Devil's lips curved.

____

There is an old saying in the Heavens:

"The Devil once dreamed above the sky."

He had been a guardian.

A protector of balance.

But dreams rot.

And he betrayed the Heavenly Laws.

So the Heavens tried to seal him.

They failed.

He vanished.

Hid.

Not in a cave. Not in hell.

He hid inside the hearts of the living.

And whenever a cultivator loses control of their Dao Heart…

He wakes.

Ye An lost control, for just a moment. The words of Sykarra and Vaelzaar struck deeper than they should have, stirring something savage beneath her skin

Combined with the guilt of losing another S-ranked Guardian under her watch… her mental state was already fragile.

And that was enough.

Now possessed, she moved like a demon reborn, Slashing through the Calamity Sisters, who screamed as their bodies burst like grapes.

Each swing of her blade flung back a hundred hunters.

Each second, a hundred slashes.

Blood splattered.

Flesh melted.

Even Su Xiaobai and Su Yiran, in the midst of battle, felt it, a change in rhythm.

Something was wrong.

But by the time they turned... It was already too late.

Tens of miles away, beneath the faded glow of dawn, a lone figure stood upon a crag, his gaze locked onto the volcano that had become a butcher's altar.

"That's…"

Long Yushen's brows furrowed.

He hadn't run.

Not yet.

From where he stood at the volcano's base, he could only see the occasional bursts of light, flashes of lightning, sparks of flame, far above.

Zhou Ping, the coward, had already escaped

Slipped away the moment no one was guarding them.

Found a gap in fate and vanished.

But Long Yushen remained, watching.

Then, the mountain changed.

It was as if a dam had collapsed.

No, worse.

As if a hundred armored warriors had been forced into a single prayer hall, and more kept being shoved in, until flesh spilled from every crack.

An avalanche of bodies.

Hunters.

Not thousands.

Tens of thousands.

No, perhaps fifty thousand or more.

They poured from the crater like insects from a bloated carcass.

Flooding the peak.

Falling inside.

Spilling outside.

Overflowing every ridge and crevice.

Long Yushen, usually calm even in slaughter, took a step back.

A rare flicker of fear crossed his eyes.

And he wasn't alone.

Su Xiaobai and Su Yiran, still atop the battlefield, felt it before they saw it... A wave.

No, not a wave.

A sea.

A sea of hunger, hatred, and teeth.

Then — Darkness.

They were engulfed.

Su Xiaobai roared, his Infernal Flames erupting in full bloom.

He burned them... By the dozens.

By the hundreds.

By the thousands.

He lost count.

His mind blurred, his body screamed.

Still, they came.

Still, they spawned.

With a low growl, he pulled out the Crimson Armor, wrapped himself in its hell-forged shell, and sat down.

There was no strategy left.

Only waiting.

Waiting for the horde to end.

If it ever would.

He didn't even know where Beibei was anymore.

Just that the world around him had become flesh and ash.

"Screeeee!"

Beibei soared high into the reddening sky, her wings crackling with static.

She glanced down at the peak with troubled eyes.

Still they spilled.

Still they poured.

There was no end.

And then she understood.

Sykarra and Vaelzaar, the elites of Czaar's inner circle, they weren't just commanders.

They were vessels.

They had devoured more souls than a sect library held scrolls.

Swallowed entire villages... Cities... Tribes.

They had fed on life for centuries.

And now, as Ye An cut them down…

It was all being released.