Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 111

Yun Yongzhou’s heart nearly stopped beating in that instant.

The noisy, chaotic plaza suddenly became dead silent. Wei Huan’s last hoarse, struggling voice and the roaring blaze echoed endlessly in his mind.

“Wei Huan…”

He hadn’t expected this outcome.

No one had.

Yang Ling, still holding the air per Wei Huan’s orders, trembled when she saw this. “Brother Huanhuan!”

“Little Ling! Hold your post!” Yan Shanyue called out firmly. But even her own fingers were trembling. She had no other choice. They could not let everything fall apart now.

Yun Yongzhou knew he needed to stay calm.

But he couldn’t control his heart.

Staring at that flame growing ever more intense in midair, Yun Yongzhou finally flew toward it. The moment he took off, his hair lengthened, turning silvery-white. The flame-shaped mark on his left temple glowed red with Golden Crow power.

But as he approached, that towering blaze suddenly contracted into a vortex. A red vortex—not consuming others, but devouring itself. Like a black hole, it rapidly consumed the fire until only a fist-sized flame remained.

Yun Yongzhou’s heart instantly panicked. He thought Wei Huan would walk out from the blaze, but the flames were already fading before his eyes. Just as he reached out, pouring all his strength into trying to grasp that illusory fire, the fireball shot up into the clouds and exploded with a thunderous boom.

In the blink of an eye, it vanished completely.

How could this be?

Yun Yongzhou stood there like his soul had been sucked out, staring blankly at the patch of sky where the fireball had disappeared. Suddenly, he became like a drowning man—fragmented voices poured into his mind: those of Yang Ling, Yang Sheng, Jing Yun, the cries for help, the clashing weapons of the battle-readied soldiers.

In the end, they all wove together into a tide that shattered the will he had held on to for so many years.

He lowered his head and turned around. Su Buyu was standing right behind him. He could no longer make out the expression on Su Buyu’s face. He only charged forward at an astonishing speed.

“I’ll kill you.”

The moment his light blade slashed down, it was blocked by Su Buyu’s ice wall. The shattered ice flowers glittered in the sunlight, each shard reflecting the two of them standing at opposite extremes.

“It’s still too soon,” Su Buyu said through gritted teeth, struggling to withstand Yun Yongzhou’s assault. The glow of ice flared again and again, but Yun Yongzhou was in a berserk state—no one could stop him. Heaven knew how long it had been since he had unleashed such a terrifying killing intent; his light blades filled the sky.

The battle-readied troops behind them saw Su Buyu wounded in the fight and rushed forward to assist. The duel between two suddenly escalated into a full-scale battle. But Yun Yongzhou didn’t care how many people were drawn in—he would slay gods if they stood in his way, Buddhas if they blocked his path.

“Where is Wei Huan!” With a wave of his hand, a light blade pierced through Su Buyu’s ice wall and stabbed through his shoulder. “Speak!”

Su Buyu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “If I said I didn’t know, would you believe me?” As he spoke, he raised a hand toward Yun Yongzhou. From his palm surged a massive torrent powerful enough to sweep away everything. The roaring wave forced Yun Yongzhou to dodge in all directions. The flood rose into the sky, spiraling, as if about to swallow him whole.

The deluge came crashing down like a torrential rain, drenching the plaza. The battle-readied soldiers and demon puppets remained, but most of the refugees had already evacuated.

This fight, a mutual destruction with no winner, seemed about to end in a deadlock. But at that moment, a silver spiritual light broke through the sky—striking Su Buyu’s arm by accident, causing his water control to falter. He looked down and saw that the demon slayer’s spiritual light had pierced straight through Xie Tianfa’s body, flowing down his skeleton like a rushing river into the earth.

A thunderous boom—

Accompanied by the mournful cry of the nine phoenixes, a powerful blue demonic light erupted between heaven and earth. A column of light shot straight up from the silver aura and exploded like thunder from flat ground. In an instant, everything within sight was swallowed by blinding white. Nothing else could be seen.

The powerful demon soul perished gloriously—perished in the rain, in the floodwaters that had trapped their feet.

Returning to heaven and earth.

In that blinding white light, they could see nothing, but they could hear a voice. It seemed to come from a building’s screen behind the plaza, or perhaps from a nearby shop’s television, or even the radio in a truck parked by the greenbelt.

“Citizens of the Demon Realm, I am Bai Xiucheng, the current principal of Shanhai University. I believe everyone can feel it—whether it was the earthquake in Kunlun Void just now, or the invasion of demon puppets across the realm—all of it signals the instability of this land. To resolve this, Shanhai has devoted tremendous effort to investigation, and we have finally apprehended the person behind the demon puppet scheme—former Fanzhou president Song Chengkang, who faked his death under the guise of assassination. He has now confessed and will be sent to the highest court immediately.”

As the white light gradually faded, they could finally see one another again.

Yun Yongzhou, ceasing his attack, let out a cold laugh.

A sacrificial pawn was still just a pawn.

“Song Chengkang has fully confessed to collaborating with the former Demon Realm government in developing demon puppets. I know that most of the grassroots military were not involved and absolutely do not condone this, so I urge the public not to direct their anger at front-line soldiers.” He paused, then changed the topic. “Yesterday, the Shanhai combat army formed an independent armed force. We have no desire to oppose the government, but we will always stand with the vulnerable. Any soldiers willing to join us—we welcome you at any time.”

“The combat forces have already begun disaster relief and recovery operations. Please rest assured—Shanhai stands with you.”

Yang Ling slowly descended from the sky and heard Yan Shanyue murmur, “Being a university principal is such a waste of his talents.”

“Such manipulative rhetoric—flawless,” Yang Sheng commented. “He elevates his position, wins public favor, sidelines the government, and seizes the strength of the grassroots soldiers.”

The once-silent chessmaster behind the curtain appeared at the most chaotic and vulnerable moment of the people, transforming into the stabilizing force they most needed.

How could anyone fight that?

As the white light faded, Li Lingkong was the first to rush into the water and lift Xie Tianfa. He bit his finger and drew a complex rune on Xie Tianfa’s forehead. The blood turned silver and sank into his skin. “Mo Tong, carry him on your back.”

“What are you going to do?” Qing He asked in panic. “How is he now?”

“Let go of him,” Li Lingkong shouted. But when he saw Qing He’s reddened eyes, he sighed. “He used to be a demon puppet—he didn’t need food or sleep—but now that his demon soul’s been ripped out, his body’s extremely weak. That’s why he passed out.”

Mo Tong hoisted him onto his back. His metal ankle soaked in water, he looked at Qing He’s helpless expression and pressed his lips into a thin line.

Li Lingkong was about to speak again when, all of a sudden, the ground began to quake violently once more—far worse than before. The floodwaters surged, and perhaps it was just their imagination, but the ground of the plaza seemed to tilt. Carrying Xie Tianfa, Mo Tong lost his footing and was swept back by the current.

“This place is no longer safe!” Li Lingkong shouted just as the giant fox tail behind Yan Shanyue swept wide, creating a massive blue barrier that spread out in front of them.

“You go to the Dark Zone first. Hurry.”

Qing He’s expression showed some hesitation, and Yan Shanyue quickly understood what he was thinking. “Don’t you know how hard his life is to take? What are you afraid of?!”

“Go!”

Watching the demon slayer father and son take Qing He and Xie Tianfa into the barrier circle, Yan Shanyue finally turned around. She was also sad, also panicked, but she knew—if it were Wei Huan, he would have been the first to send them away.

Yes. It must be like that.

The moment she turned around, she saw the massive built-in screen that had just been playing Baize’s speech fall from the violently shaking building, slamming hard onto the ground.

Their hearts clenched—were there civilians down there? No one could say for sure.

“All units, listen up. Each team leader is to take their Group to different zones to evacuate civilians…” Su Buyu issued the order through the communicator.

In the next moment, the ground beneath them sharply tilted, as if the surface were an unbalanced disc stacked with elegant building blocks. The once-orderly blocks could no longer maintain their structure. Collapse was inevitable. The fall was coming.

“So terrifying…” Jing Yun murmured to himself. He couldn’t believe that this city, once revered by all demons as a sacred land, would suffer such a calamity. In the face of disaster, he felt utterly insignificant.

He felt powerless—whether it was witnessing Wei Huan’s disappearance with his own eyes, or watching this shaking, crumbling city.

Why did he have to disappear? If only Wei Huan were here.

He would definitely know what to do—he always did.

Around him, the sounds of collapsing structures rang out—each noise echoing as if from inside Jing Yun’s own chest. He panicked just like he had when first entering Shanhai.

[Don’t be afraid.]

The ground trembled violently. He couldn’t keep his footing and fell.

Looking up, something in the distance caught his eye.

[You were born for the skies.]

“Yang Ling, that row of buildings—no rescue team’s been dispatched there yet! Go check it out!” Yang Sheng, who had just finished giving instructions, turned to Jing Yun again. “Little Yun, come with me. We’ll go check the others—”

There was no response behind him.

Yang Sheng whipped around and saw that Jing Yun, who had just been standing there, had vanished. His gaze followed the distance—just in time to see the building where the screen had fallen tilting backward.

The building resembled a beehive, housing countless small lives inside. Those capable of flight had already smashed through the windows and escaped. What remained were fragile, helpless beings who couldn’t even be called bees—more like ants. Amid the screams and crashing sounds, the building’s tilt had passed the point of no return. The lower floors crumbled and collapsed. Anyone watching would think it was beyond saving.

But what happened next shocked everyone watching—the tilt was reversing.

That toppled block of the city was slowly being lifted back up.

Yang Sheng flew into the air and finally saw the bright yellow demon light spilling out from behind the building. Jing Yun, looking frail and timid, was supporting the collapsing structure with his bare hands.

“Yang… Sheng…” His face was flushed red, on the verge of collapse. Yang Sheng immediately rushed over, summoning a violet storm to prop up the structure from behind. “Are you crazy?! No matter how strong you are, you can’t take it like this!”

Su Buyu and Yun Yongzhou both looked in that direction. Yun Yongzhou, who had just spread a massive Golden Crow barrier to stabilize the quaking ground, flew over at top speed and conjured a platform of golden light under Jing Yun’s suspended feet.

“Anyone still near the plaza,” Su Buyu shouted into the communicator as he flew over on a cloud, “get to the Chengyuan Building and begin evacuation immediately!” As he finished, he activated his spiritual power. On the side of the building about to fall, countless massive ice pillars materialized, stabbing diagonally into the ground to hold it up.

Light blades filled the sky, piercing through every window of the building and transforming into steps of light, opening every possible escape route for people to get out.

A heart-pounding rescue operation was underway. But misfortune rarely comes alone—suddenly, the sky turned ominously dark, chaotic light rings surging in all around them.

“Demon puppets?” Yang Sheng asked.

Yun Yongzhou, who had just landed behind him and Jing Yun, erected a defensive barrier. “Not just that.”

“There are also those demons with ill intent.”

Suddenly, Yang Sheng understood. He was in the middle of it but had only now sensed what was happening. “Kunlun Void is the place in the demon realm where spiritual energy is most concentrated. Now, because of the earthquake, the barrier’s broken, and the energy stored deep underground is starting to spill out.”

Jing Yun gritted his teeth. “So… so what does that mean?”

“A shortcut,” Yun Yongzhou said.

Yang Sheng continued summoning wind. “If Kunlun Void collapses, and that spiritual energy spills out and they absorb it all at once, they could flip the tables and become powerful great demons.”

But that also meant they would become the next source of instability.

And just as expected, all kinds of demons began pouring out from the light rings, so many that they nearly blotted out the sky—fish and dragons mingling together, ghosts swarming en masse. The only thing they had in common was the same look of greed etched on every face.

The chaotic demonic energy sped up the collapse of Kunlun Void, and that collapse in turn accelerated the leakage of spiritual energy.

Once they realized the pattern, they became even more reckless. This sacred land instantly turned into an ungoverned, lawless purgatory.

Yun Yongzhou’s light blades flew ahead. In this situation, he could only treat all these savage invaders the same—using the sharpest force to cut back their corrosion. But like a plague of locusts, they were drawn irresistibly to the sweet spiritual power. Their numbers were terrifying. Even moths wanted to rush into this flame at least once.

Those demons who landed on the plaza scattered in all directions. Most of them had never set foot in this city due to the barrier. In front of the powerful and influential great demons, they were as insignificant as ants—low-ranking demons who had never had a voice.

Now, they could enter too. They could not only set foot here—they could take part in the destruction of the top of the pyramid.

A violent chorus of voices began to rise.

“Kill those great demons!”

“That’s right! They’ve had this coming for a long time! Noble bloodlines? Heaven’s chosen? All nonsense!”

“Die! All of them should die!”

One of the leading, nameless demons swung his weapon and, putting on the air of a commander, pointed at Yun Yongzhou who had flown to the center of the plaza. “Start with that Golden Crow! The Golden Crow is the leech of the demon realm!”

“That’s right! Send him to join that utterly disgusting old Golden Crow!”

Suspended alone above this filthy mob, Yun Yongzhou looked down coldly and arrogantly at the crowd of roaring, fist-waving rioters.

This world was a madhouse hidden beneath a veneer of calm.

All the attacks and demon power surged toward him. In that moment, Yun Yongzhou seemed to return to seven years ago, when he had also gone alone into the battlefield, plunging deep into enemy territory for the sake of a promise, throwing caution to the wind just to save him.

Only now, it was an even more brutal kind of kin.

Just as the barrage was about to hit, a golden shield appeared before him. The barrier spread outward from in front of his eyes, extending to both sides and then to the rear, finally forming a spherical shield that surrounded him completely.

His indifferent gaze turned into one of astonishment—because this barrier was not from him.

“You all are getting a little too full of yourselves.”

He heard a familiar, clear voice—but it wasn’t the reborn Wei Huan.

At the very center of the plaza, a flame ignited. From it, four fire lines stretched out in the cardinal directions, eventually covering the entire square. The blaze roared, and the demons cried out in panic, losing their composure.

“Was that the Golden Crow’s doing?!”

“It has to be! Anyone afraid of fire, run!”

The central flames blazed two meters high. From the heart of the fire came that voice again, accompanied by a laugh.

“Take a good look at your granddaddy.”

The flames gradually morphed into the shape of a great bird spreading its wings—no, a phoenix made of fire. From within the phoenix flames emerged a tall figure, black wings unfurling with a thunderous snap, long black hair flying wildly, powerful demonic energy stirring a storm-like wind that crashed down on the rabble before him.

His eyes—one blue, one gold—shone with brilliant light. The Nine-Phoenix tattoo on his collarbone pulsed with an intense blue glow, and his smile was wicked and wild.

“I’m the d*mn Nine Phoenix.”