Chapter 118: The Only Crimson

As the blood-stained figure was smashed into the earth, an endless tide of shadows followed. Dense shadow centipedes rushed onto Han Meng, tearing at his body, piling up as high as a small hill from a distance.

The next moment, the shadow mountain exploded. A large number of centipedes were deconstructed into nothingness under consecutive gunshots, and a figure crashed out like a cannonball, charging toward the distant canyon with unstoppable momentum!

Just then, the massive shadow centipede matriarch blocked Han Meng’s path.

On Han Meng’s blood-stained face, there was no great emotional fluctuation, let alone despair. He wiped his hand behind his waist, and a short blade flew out, turning into a cold light that rushed rapidly toward the matriarch’s head!

Slender shadows surged from the holes in the matriarch’s head, capturing the shadow of the short blade in an instant. The latter froze in mid-air. Han Meng rushed rapidly toward the matriarch, his palm brushing lightly over the surface of the restrained short blade.

"Judgment," he said coldly.

Boom—!!

The short blade shook, and the power of judgment instantly deconstructed the surrounding shadows into nothingness, turning into a bolt of lightning that opened a bloody wound in the matriarch’s torso. A sharp hiss resounded through the sky.

Han Meng raised his hand to summon, and the short blade flew back into his palm automatically. He took the opportunity to bypass the matriarch’s obstruction and used his last bit of strength to head toward the canyon.

Just then, a gale swept over him again!

More than a dozen bone spikes instantly pierced Han Meng’s body. He groaned, and his speed slowed down. He endured the intense pain, turned around, and fired several shots at the rapidly approaching bone eagle, forcing it back in mid-air, while he stumbled backward.

Under the joint siege of two fifth-order Calamities, Han Meng’s body had long since reached its limit. Even those five-striped enforcers with potential in Aurora City couldn't have lasted this long... Unfortunately, his persistence and perseverance had no audience.

"It was just a little bit more..." Han Meng felt the surging aura in his body, and a touch of bitterness appeared in his eyes.

A few rocks rolled from his feet and fell into the narrow canyon.

The pierced shadow centipede hissed in anger, its massive body rushing over. The pale skeletal giant eagle circled in mid-air for a moment, then dived down as well, its sharp beak tearing through the air with explosive sounds.

The auras of the two fifth-order Calamities came like an irresistible angry wave, overwhelming him!

Han Meng took a deep breath, dragged his wounded body, and leaped backward, his figure falling like a stone off a cliff.

This canyon was extremely narrow, only about a meter wide. Looking up from the bottom, even the sky was just a sliver... The shadow centipede’s massive body squeezed against the cliff for a long time, but could only shove half its head inside. As for the larger bone eagle, it could only peck its beak in.

They slammed angrily against the cliffs on both sides. The entire canyon trembled slightly, and dense gravel rolled down from the top, but it didn't collapse completely.

Han Meng’s body fell rapidly. The height of over two hundred meters caused both Calamities to move away from him quickly. Just as he was about to smash into the bottom of the canyon, his final mental energy was consumed frantically, and his body flew up a few meters again before falling to the ground.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The bone spikes embedded in his body sank deeper. Han Meng lay weakly on the ground, coughing violently, crimson blood flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth...

He looked at the sliver of sky above. The two Calamities were still crashing down, but they could no longer hurt him in the slightest.

Han Meng’s physical and mental strength had completely dried up. If he hadn't observed this favorable terrain in advance and rushed here with all his might, he would likely have died under the siege of the two Calamities by now.

However, before he could catch his breath, he saw the shadow centipede matriarch move aside. A moment later, the tide-like shadow centipedes crawled down from the top of the cliff one by one, squeezing against the cliffs on both sides to approach him.

The matriarch was not large enough to pass through here, but these sub-bodies could barely manage. Seeing this, Han Meng gritted his teeth, climbed up from the ground, and dragged his riddled body toward the depths of the narrow canyon...

Could it be that he was really going to die here today?

In normal times, even if hundreds of sub-bodies gathered together, Han Meng could slaughter them without changing his expression. But now, his mental and physical strength were exhausted; he could barely use a single skill.

If he didn't die at the hands of the two fifth-order Calamities in the end, but was torn to pieces by these trash sub-bodies, that would be too pathetic.

Han Meng’s blood-covered hands supported the rock walls on both sides, moving forward with difficulty... And those shadow centipedes were still fast, the distance between them shrinking rapidly!

Just then, a bright red figure walked slowly from the front of the narrow path.

The moment he saw that splash of red, Han Meng froze. This was the first time he had seen a color other than black, white, and gray in this world... In this monotonous and oppressive world, that crimson was so vibrant, evil, and bizarre. Therefore, even from hundreds of meters away, Han Meng could notice him at a glance.

At this moment, the hair on Han Meng’s body stood on end. He stopped abruptly... looking at the figure ahead as if facing a formidable enemy.

A human?

This was the Ash World!

It was impossible for humans to survive here for long, and being able to maintain such a vibrant color in the Ash World was in itself extremely bizarre... Regardless of whether that thing was human-shaped or not, Han Meng didn't think he was human.

He narrowed his eyes, trying to look at the "person’s" face, but as the person waved his sleeve, a pitch-black mask covered his face like a magic trick.

It was an exaggerated smiling face, with two crimson blobs for eyes, and a red crescent-like mouth hooked into an exaggerated arc, the corners of the mouth almost reaching the earlobes.

At first glance, it looked like a clown’s smiling face, absurd and unreasonable; but as he stared at the mask longer, the smile seemed to become more bizarre, filled with mockery and a hint of ridicule, making one feel fear subconsciously.

This mask was Chen Ling’s impromptu idea, made in the image of the audience.

Han Meng had saved his life once, so Chen Ling naturally couldn't let him die before his eyes. But this was the Ash World, and he absolutely could not appear as the enforcer Chen Ling, otherwise, many things would be unexplainable... So, he had to disguise himself.

Although his [Faceless] had already changed his original face, Han Meng’s terrifying ability to observe micro-expressions still made him wary. To be safe, he chose to conjure a mask to cover his face.

Under the double disguise, he didn't believe Han Meng could still find any clues.

The bright red theatrical robe fluttered with his steps, and the pitch-black smiling face got closer and closer to Han Meng. Han Meng’s muscles tightened. In this oppressive gray world, the atmosphere seemed to have frozen...

Just then, a low voice sounded slowly from beneath the pitch-black mask:

"...Move aside."