Chapter 1086: The Advancing Zhao Yi

"Fortunately, it's him... fortunately, it's a demigod who walked the [Asura] path."

Chen Ling saw Jian Changsheng, who had been reborn from a drop of blood and was now acting cocky, and felt a slight relief in his heart...

Seeing Jian Changsheng instantly killed by the Calamity of Mockery just now, Chen Ling had indeed been startled, but thinking that the other party was on the [Asura] path, he felt much more at ease.

If it had been any other demigod of a different God Path, they likely wouldn't have survived the Calamity of Mockery. Even if they could withstand that wave of killing moves, they wouldn't be able to withstand the next... But [Asura] could be called the hardest thing in the world to kill. Even Hong Xiu at Tier 8 could fight the Silver King for half a day with her terrifying vitality, not dying even after being beheaded and having her bones extracted, let alone an [Asura] at the demigod level?

He was like a sticky piece of dog-skin plaster—you couldn't kill him, and you couldn't shake him off. Using him to divert the Calamity of Mockery for himself was absolutely perfect!

But Chen Ling knew very well that no matter how Jian Changsheng had obtained the demigod power, this power shouldn't be able to last long. If he hadn't reclaimed his body before Jian Changsheng exhausted his power, everything would still head toward destruction.

Chen Ling, covered in wounds, slowly stood straight on the chaotic stage. His gaze beneath the Nuo mask swept over the endless black shadows around him, and his unyielding fighting spirit climbed once again.

"Come again!!"

Chen Ling swung his fist and rushed toward several black shadows.

Chen Ling couldn't remember how many audience members he had knocked down—perhaps dozens, perhaps hundreds. But when he looked below the stage, he still couldn't see many people in the auditorium... This meant that the audience members he had defeated so far were far too insignificant compared to the entire audience group.

Chen Ling didn't know how so many audience members were crowded onto the stage. There didn't seem to be any concept of spatial scale here. When enough people stood on it, it would expand infinitely accordingly. Every time Chen Ling looked around, he was surrounded by an endless sea of writhing black shadows, which made one feel despair...

Bang bang bang—

Chen Ling’s fists swung out again and again. The skin on his fingers and the back of his hands had already been injured and fallen off for the most part in the battle, revealing the pitch-black body beneath.

Chen Ling wasn't surprised by this. He knew that he was also an "audience member" himself. On this stage, he didn't have the blood vessels that humans should have. No matter how much he fought, he wouldn't bleed, only leaving behind broken scars...

But in fact, as an audience member, he was already severely injured.

In the life-and-death struggle, Chen Ling only felt his body getting heavier and heavier, and the force of every punch getting lighter and lighter. It wasn't that he was getting weaker, but that this audience body was approaching its limit.

Chen Ling’s stamina had a limit, but the number of audience members did not.

Endless black shadows crowded in front of Chen Ling, their fists and feet raining down on him frantically. The pain constantly stimulated his mind, but it was constantly suppressed by his willpower, and he continued to fight frantically!

Damn it!

Damn it!!!

Even though he was fighting with all his might, why was there still no hope in sight...

Chen Ling roared angrily. Even though his vision was gradually blurring, he still straightened his back again and again, swinging his iron fists at fate.

……

"No... his [Slaying the Evil] speed is too slow."

Zhao Yi stared fixedly at the red and black flames emerging from the Calamity of Mockery, anxiety flashing in his eyes. "At this rate, when will he be able to reclaim control of his body?"

"What's inside him is a world-destroying calamity." The skeletal wolf shook its head. "No one has ever fused with a world-destroying level, let alone reached the step of [Slaying the Evil]... That he can persist until now is already a miracle that could be recorded in the history of fusion theory research.

As for completing [Slaying the Evil], or even just controlling a part of Mockery... that is all a fantasy."

"For others, it's impossible, but he is Chen Ling. What he is best at is overturning others' perceptions..." Zhao Yi said softly. "Besides, if he fails, none of us will be able to escape."

The skeletal wolf opened its mouth but didn't know how to answer.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Zhao Yi fell into deep thought. "Old Wolf, tell me... can he still hear the outside world right now?"

"This... it's hard to say. Most fusion users have their five senses closed during [Slaying the Evil], focusing only on themselves, but there are a small number of people with extraordinary talent who can establish a connection with the outside world during this process."

"Then let's take a gamble!"

Zhao Yi seemed to have made up his mind and climbed directly onto the skeletal wolf’s back. "Old Wolf, take me closer..."

"Closer to the Calamity of Mockery??" The skeletal wolf couldn't help but speak. "Saint, are you crazy? What do you want to do?"

"Since he has entered [Slaying the Evil], it shows that the theory of the Fusion Sect is actually applicable to him... even if only in part." Zhao Yi paused. "But he hasn't taken any theory classes, nor does he know how to [Slay the Evil]. I want to try to establish a connection with him; maybe I can help."

The skeletal wolf seemed to want to persuade him further, but thinking of their current situation, it sighed helplessly...

If Chen Ling failed, the Calamity of Mockery would still kill everyone. Except for placing all their bets on Chen Ling, they had no other choice.

"Okay!"

The skeletal wolf’s body bowed slightly, its massive calamity body almost crawling on the ground, and then the surrounding space began to contract like a slingshot... After Zhao Yi held on tight, its figure shot into the sky like a cannonball, racing toward the battlefield of the Calamity of Mockery and Jian Changsheng!

"Why is another one going up?"

Sun Bumian saw Zhao Yi actually rushing out, his expression full of confusion.

Jian Changsheng dared to rush because he now possessed demigod power. This guy from the Fusion Sect didn't have much strength; was he going up there to seek death?

Jian Changsheng, who was frantically entangled with the Calamity of Mockery, was equally confused. At this moment, he had been killed for the second time, and endless demigod killing intent filled the sky. When he sensed someone approaching the battlefield, he immediately looked down...

"What is he doing here?"

Jian Changsheng frowned. After a brief hesitation, he flew through the air with his long sword, doing his best to keep himself between the Calamity of Mockery and Zhao Yi, isolating the two with a sea of killing intent.

Jian Changsheng didn't know Zhao Yi’s intention, but he believed that Zhao Yi stepping forward at this time must have an important reason... Since that was the case, what he had to do was to stall the Calamity of Mockery as much as possible to ensure the other party’s safety.

Zhao Yi stood on the skeletal wolf’s back, the strong wind whistling past his ears. He looked up and met the eyes of Jian Changsheng, who was in the sea of killing intent, and a tacit understanding arose in silence...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, and dense incantations climbed onto his cheeks. He used all his strength to shout upward:

"CHEN LING!!!!"

"I believe you can hear me speak!!"

"Focus your attention!! Every word I say next! You must listen well..."