Chapter 1122: Red Paper Slaughter

Bang—!!

Jian Changsheng felt as if he had been hit head-on by a train. Blood sprayed, and he spun through the air several times before crashing into the rocks nearby.

"Damn it!" Seeing this, the tattoos on Square J's face seemed to come alive, swallowing most of his body. Dense, sharp spikes like the jaws of a Venus flytrap surged toward the two Bishops, covering the sky!

Just then, a black-furred hand gently rested on his other human shoulder.

Square J's pupils contracted slightly. That half of his body transformed into dense, poisoned spikes that exploded in mid-air. In an instant, over a dozen spikes pierced into the black-furred body, but under the terrifying skin density and fur protection, they only penetrated less than half a fingernail's depth before being firmly blocked.

The black-furred ape-man wearing the leaf skirt seemed completely unresponsive to the pain.

He held a thick bone club—from some unknown creature—and swung it with a whistle toward the rapidly growing, eerie plants before him. The end of the bone club shimmered with a chaotic faint light.

Boom—!!!

A world-shattering force swept across the earth. Square J's disaster-form body was sent flying backward by the blow. It wasn't until his resilient, slender roots dug into the Gray Realm's soil that he managed to stop, but the plant tissue on his body had already been beaten to a wilted state.

Square J's face emerged from the plant veins. He scanned the battlefield and found that Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian had already been subdued by the two Bishops, lying on the ground in a sorry state. Only Jiang Xiaohua, covered in bandages, was relying on his physical strength to struggle in hand-to-hand combat against the two Bishops.

But Jiang Xiaohua was ultimately outnumbered. Unable to use his Divine Path, his injuries grew more severe, and his movements slowed, as if he were reaching his limit...

Square J knew clearly that a Bishop could easily defeat an enemy equivalent to a Sixth Rank Divine Path user. These three juniors were absolutely no match for the Bishops, and he himself was entangled by an Archbishop; even if he wanted to help, he was powerless.

Almost simultaneously, another whistling sound of air being torn came, and the bone club shimmering with chaotic light descended from the sky.

Square J's brain raced. Seeming to have made a decision, two Venus flytrap leaves shielded his head, taking the Archbishop's bone club strike head-on!

A dull, thunderous sound instantly tore through the sky!

Thud—!!

The surface of the Venus flytrap dented violently. Under the chaotic light, his body was smashed into the ground, looking like a completely crushed plant stalk, motionless.

The Archbishop stood in place, the leaves at his waist fluttering in the wind. He carried the bone club on his shoulder, his narrow eyes looking toward the distant battlefield.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaohua was also pinned firmly to the ground. The two Bishops stepped on the bodies of Jian Changsheng and his companions, opening their mouths to emit eerie, ape-like roars, as if communicating.

A moment later, the Archbishop let out a roar, then hoisted the lump of plant matter onto his shoulder like a trophy and walked straight ahead.

Seeing this, the two Bishops said no more, dragging the unconscious Jian Changsheng and his companions toward the nearby cliff...

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Jiangtian Sect Branch.

"...Forty-two, forty-three, forty-four, forty-five..."

Chen Ling hid beneath an old wall, counting the figures wandering outside by the dim light of the distant dawn, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Over the night, Chen Ling had basically figured out the situation here. Although it looked like a primitive village on the surface, relaxed and leisurely, Chen Ling observed carefully and found that every three Jiangtian Sect members lived in one house, with strict divisions of personnel. Moreover, all their daily routines were unified and fixed. It was less of a village and more of an army camp or a religious dojo with strict rules.

"This is a bit troublesome..."

Given this situation, if Chen Ling wanted to kill everyone in this village, he had to take out the three Jiangtian Sect members in each house simultaneously. Otherwise, if even one survivor remained, his presence would be exposed, drawing the entire branch to surround and annihilate him.

But for the current Chen Ling, it was only "a bit" troublesome.

Chen Ling locked his gaze on a house at the very edge of the village. He reached up and tore at his chin, and as a layer of skin drifted into the air, he had transformed into the appearance of the Jiangtian Sect member who had held the torch yesterday. Wearing a red robe, he walked straight toward it.

Creak—

As the door was pushed open, the three Jiangtian Sect members resting inside looked toward him in confusion.

"Zheng Ye, what are you doing here?" Seeing the familiar face, the three were stunned.

"I came to chat with you about those two Fusionists from last night."

Chen Ling calmly closed the door behind him.

"Those two Fusionists? What about them?"

"I found something on them. You guys come closer..."

As he spoke, Chen Ling walked toward the three, and at the same time, a playful smile appeared in his eyes, which were glowing with a faint crimson light...

The next moment, he tore forcefully at his own cheek.

Whoosh—!!!

Under the horrified gazes of the three, half of Chen Ling's body transformed directly into a crimson monster. Three red paper tentacles shot out rapidly, piercing like lightning into their wide-open mouths,貫穿 their throats and necks!

It all happened so fast that the three couldn't even make a sound. Perhaps due to the vigorous vitality brought by the Red Star's power, they didn't die even with their throats pierced; instead, they struggled in terror...

They watched helplessly as their bodies were pierced by the three red paper tentacles, and as Chen Ling raised his hand casually, their bodies hung in mid-air like sausages.

Chen Ling, transformed into a red paper monster, looked like a terrifying entity from a nightmare. Dense red paper tentacles circled the room like pythons. Under his power, the three Jiangtian Sect members had no power to resist, their hands clutching the red paper that pierced them, their legs kicking wildly... They stared fixedly at Chen Ling, who remained half-human, their eyes filled with unprecedented terror.

Chen Ling, half-human and half-disaster, seemed to sniff the scent of the Red Star power diffusing in the air, a look of intoxication appearing on his face.

"A familiar scent... so fragrant."

Chen Ling's mouth curled up, and he licked his lips unconsciously. Immediately after, dozens of crimson paper strips emerged from his body, piercing through the three Jiangtian Sect members.

These red paper tentacles writhed constantly, devouring the blood within the three bodies like living creatures. At the end of it all, the look of intoxication on Chen Ling's face grew more intense, as if he were enjoying a delightful feast.

Soon, the bodies of the three Jiangtian Sect members were sucked dry and fell to the ground with a thud, devoid of any breath. Only their eyes, filled with terror and despair, remained, staring fixedly at Chen Ling, unable to close even in death.