The End of the World: Chaos

"You living dead creatures actually want to resist me? You really overestimate your own abilities." The cold voice was like a knife, piercing people's hearts and bones, making the Red Skull shiver.

The Red Skull was extremely angry and roared, "Yang Yi, do you think I am still weak and powerless now? Today, I am no longer the same as before!" His voice was full of determination and arrogance, as if he was swearing his determination.

"Hmph, weak people often think they are strong." Yang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and sighed, "You are just an undead soul burdened by curses and revenge, and you dare to call yourself a strong man, it's really laughable!" Disdain was rippling in his words, it seemed that he did not regard the Red Skull as an enemy at all.

At this time, the Red Skull was furious, as if it was burning with flames, with fierce eyes, and rushed towards Yang Yi again. The dark power in his body surged like a tide, and the air around him was turbulent, as if there were invisible whispers, as if countless souls were humming and whimpering.

"Go! End your life!" The Red Skull roared, his voice distorted and filled with madness.

"If you want to fight with me, you are actually making a mistake." Yang Yi shook his head and said softly, then he stretched out his fingers, as if brewing an invisible force.

"How could you know how powerful I am? Today I will let you see it!" The Red Skull continued to rush towards Yang Yi regardless of everything, vowing to defeat this seemingly at ease opponent at all costs.

At that moment, as if time had stopped, Yang Yi's finger struck out like thunder, instantly hitting the Red Skull. The Red Skull's body flew up and was knocked back to its original position by an invisible force, his limbs weak, like a puppet without a soul, and he fell down.

"What a pity." Yang Yi walked up to the Red Skull, his eyes swept over his twisted body, and the smile on his lips became more and more obvious. "You have no remorse at all, and you actually want to be my enemy. It's really a stupid move."

"Damn it!" The Red Skull raised his head with difficulty, his eyes burning with anger, "Why do you treat me like this? I have no intention of confronting you, I just want revenge!"

"Revenge? That's just wishful thinking!" Yang Yi responded coldly. He walked a few steps to the Red Skull and leaned over to take a closer look. "The revenge you want to pursue is nothing but my plaything. Seeing you suffer because of a meaningless fight, I can't bear it at all."

The Red Skull was so furious that he shouted at the top of his lungs, "You will never be complacent. One day, I will make you pay for what you did today!"

"Oh? What you said is really interesting." Yang Yi smiled and patted the Red Skull's head gently, "Do you think you still have a chance? Your existence is a mistake." He raised his other hand, and the mysterious and vast power diffused in his palm and gradually gathered into shape, "Let you disappear, that is the best way."

"No! Don't do it!" The Red Skull shouted with all his might. Although his heart was filled with despair, he still wanted to struggle. However, the more he struggled, the weaker he became.

"You don't need to say anything more." Yang Yi smiled slightly, and suddenly flicked his fingertips. The Red Skull's body and mind instantly turned into pieces and dissipated into nothingness, leaving only silence around him.

Looking at all this, Yang Yi suddenly felt relieved, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden. He whispered to himself: "Your fate, Red Skull. You must die like this before you can be reborn."

Slowly withdrawing his hand, Yang Yi looked around, thinking about the next action. Although the Red Skull had been destroyed, this strange space still contained many unsolved problems. "Why not try to recreate a Red Skull? It shouldn't be too difficult." He smiled.

After thinking for a while, Yang Yi began to focus on the energy around him, using the magic he had cultivated, thinking hard, and recreating. "Red skull, resentful soul, today you will reappear and become my new puppet."

As the spell was chanted, the surrounding space suddenly changed, as if responding to his call. A brand new image of the Red Skull slowly emerged, as if summoned from nothingness.

"You will obey my orders." Yang Yi cursed in a low voice, with a sinister and domineering look in his eyes.

The newly born Red Skull stood up slowly, with a look of confusion in his eyes, and was immediately controlled by Yang Yi's power.

"Next, you should listen to my orders." Yang Yi nodded with satisfaction and continued: "You, this stupid puppet