His ultimate goal isn't power or conquest, but absolute freedom — liberation from death, from the control of powerful lords, and from the confines of this world. Meet Wuyi, formerly a gangster's accountant, now reborn in a world torn between the Righteous and the Demonics. Gifted with a unique ability by the gods of his previous life, Wuyi possesses an exceptional edge in this new realm. While Wuyi yearns for a peaceful life, he's not afraid to become the villain that this world might need. Determined to secure his freedom, he's prepared to upheave this world, paying no heed to its moral divides. He will not rest until he attains the deepest desire of his soul.
The demonic behemoth gathered itself up and leaped – awesome in its might – scattered the archers, and killed two caravan warriors. Its massive front feet pounded their bodies into fleshy mush in the spring mud. And still, it raised its head. Red Daoist came for it, but it ignored the Red Daoist and looked at Wuyi standing near a tree and it turned at bay. Its great eyes met Wuyi"s. It prepared to charge at Wuyi.
"Why me?" Wuyi said.
It raised its head and bellowed, and the woods shook. One of Baijian"s subordinates—Jinghao—landed a hard blow with a spear and was swiped by the whole force of its mighty head in reply, crushing his armor and breaking all his ribs. He fell without a sound. Xueqin Yang, one day out of the infirmary, struck it with a spear too, and danced aside as its splintered, burning tusk sought his life. He tripped and fell over a rotten stump, which saved his life as its tusks and fangs passed over his head.