Chapter 1013: Requesting an Audience with the Red King!!

"I hope you're right." Chen Ling paused for a moment.

"If everything heads toward despair again, it won't be too late for me to jump from here then... and when that time comes, I will drag the Silver King down to the grave with me."

Yao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As Chen Ling stepped back once more, everything around him faded and disappeared, and his consciousness fell back into his body...

……

In the hazy gloom.

Chen Ling, who had been lying on the ground, slowly opened his eyes.

For some reason, the moment Chen Ling opened his eyes, a strange sense of palpitations suddenly surged in the Silver King's body... It was as if, in that brief instant, he had been killed once; the surging aura of the world-ending threat was like a hideous giant mouth, chewing him into pieces!

The Silver King's pupils contracted sharply. He retreated several steps subconsciously, and before he knew it, his back was soaked in cold sweat!

Has the Mockery Calamity been unleashed???

No, that's not right...

The Silver King looked at the person in front of him in terror. He saw Chen Ling, whose limbs had been severed, looking at him without a trace of emotion... No anger, no resentment, no fighting spirit, and no desire to live.

He was like someone seeking death, completely desperate for the world, looking at the Silver King with an absolutely indifferent gaze.

Even though Chen Ling was only at the Fourth Stage, the moment the Silver King met his gaze, he felt for some reason that the other party could crush him to death at any moment... And this feeling was extremely intense!

Impossible... The aura of the calamity hadn't appeared, which meant Chen Ling's connection to the Mockery Calamity wasn't that deep. He was probably just bluffing.

It’s just that...

This guy's acting skills were a bit too good.

Realizing that Chen Ling was just performing, the Silver King calmed down and stepped forward... Almost at the same time, Chen Ling's voice sounded faintly:

"Are you going to kill me?"

The Silver King was stunned. The tone Chen Ling used to say this was as casual as asking, "Have you eaten?"

"Kill you?" The Silver King smiled slightly. "For now, I won't kill you... After all, you have a world-ending calamity inside you. Even if I were to kill you, I would wait for the most suitable moment..."

"Oh."

Chen Ling lay on his back, looking at the haze above his head, and replied nonchalantly, his tone seemingly carrying a hint of disappointment.

[Audience Expectation +3]

[Current Expectation: 60%]

When Chen Ling's confusion was exposed just now, the audience's expectation had been skyrocketing, but Chen Ling hadn't had the time to look... Now, seeing the increase in expectation, he felt no ripples in his heart.

For an actor with a death wish, it didn't matter if the audience was expectant or not. After all, even if they all swarmed in to intervene in the performance, it wouldn't be any different from Chen Ling taking a leap on stage.

The Silver King didn't care about Chen Ling's perfunctory response. He looked at Chen Ling, who had completely lost his threat, and narrowed his eyes slightly...

A plan surged into his mind.

"You reminded me... the timing of killing you is very important." The Silver King waved his hand, and Chen Ling, with his limbs severed, appeared out of thin air in his palm, his red opera robe swaying in the wind.

"I won't just kill you; I will kill you under the gaze of all the domains... At that time, the world-ending threat within you will become the strongest weapon for us to destroy the domains."

Chen Ling's initial hypothesis was correct. Once the Silver King realized that Chen Ling couldn't directly connect with the Mockery Calamity, he would lose his most basic human rights and become the purest of weapons...

As long as Chen Ling was killed at the most suitable time and place, the Mockery Calamity within him would inevitably emerge, which would be a devastating blow to other human domains.

The Silver King casually stole Chen Ling's other limbs and vanished from the spot with a flicker.

……

Clock Tower.

Ying Fu watched the dust gradually dissipate in the distance and slowly withdrew his gaze.

He finally let go of A-Qian's hand, and the latter looked up, somewhat dazed. "Brother Xiao Li, are they done fighting?"

"...Mm, they're done."

"Who won?"

Ying Fu didn't answer. He just glanced at the dim domain shrouded in haze and the blood-red clothing nailed to the city wall in the distance, a flash of helplessness crossing his eyes.

After a long time, he gently patted A-Qian's head:

"From now on, everything will be the same as usual... do you understand?"

Chen Ling hadn't been able to completely destroy the Fire-Tamperers, and Hong Xiu hadn't been able to kill the Silver King... The sun hadn't risen from the Wuji Domain but had been completely scattered, and despair once again shrouded everyone's hearts.

"Am I still not allowed to go out?" A-Qian asked aggrievedly.

"Mm, it's very dangerous outside."

"Brother Xiao Li... when will days like this ever end?"

In over a dozen factory areas, hundreds of thousands of workers had the same thought rising in their desperate hearts... They coughed under the suffocating haze, dragging their weary bodies like walking corpses as they returned to their workshops.

After today, the factory chimneys would continue to burn, the workshop radiation would continue to be released, and those former hopes would be completely smashed into pieces, buried deep in everyone's hearts, as if everything that had just happened had never occurred.

The Rat Party, the Human Rights Union—one figure after another stood in the haze with pale faces, hazy and indistinct, seeing no way out at all...

After an unknown amount of time,

Ying Fu finally answered slowly: "...I don't know, perhaps... it will be a very, very long time."

……

Under the lead-gray clouds.

A figure covered in wounds stumbled forward along the rugged stone mountain path...

Blood dripped from his fingertips onto the surface of the stone steps. His damaged baseball cap had lost all its shape. He breathed heavily, and before his eyes, there seemed to be only one mountain peak standing tall—that was the hope that supported him all the way here.

One step, one step, one step...

The mountain peak grew closer before his eyes. When he took the final step, a desolate, rocky clearing came into view.

"Hoo..."

A weary sigh escaped Bai Ye's lips. When he looked up again, his pupils contracted slightly!

He saw a child with white ash smeared on his face standing coldly on a strangely shaped giant rock not far away. The moment he met his gaze, it was as if the heavens and earth had changed color!!

It was a pressure that even Bai Ye couldn't withstand, a terrifying killing intent like the falling sky pouring out from the seemingly ridiculous child, actually distorting the space on the stone mountain...

Those indifferent eyes looked down at Bai Ye like a proud king looking down at a rat or insect crawling up in a sorry state.

Too strong...

Bai Ye had a premonition that the other party's strength was absolutely no less than Hong Xiu's. As long as the other party made a move, he would never be able to walk down this mountain peak alive today.

Bai Ye didn't know who he was, nor did he know where he came from, but according to the information, this should be the entrance to the Ancient Opera Treasury...

He gritted his teeth and took a playing card directly from his pocket, holding it between his fingertips.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and used all his strength to shout at the void in front of him:

"Heart 6 Chen Ling is in danger!! Life or death unknown!!!"

"Twilight Society [Heart Q] Bai Ye..."

"Requests an audience with the Red King!!!"