Chapter 1313: Black-Robed Opera Shadow

The next second, the few pitch-black figures that climbed onto the stage rushed toward Chen Ling like crazy!

Chen Ling’s gaze remained calm as he watched the movements of these audience members. His bright red opera robe drifted lightly across the stage; he casually swatted away the grasp of one of the shadows, then slammed a fist into it, knocking it heavily to the ground!

Shadows lunged from the sides in quick succession, but Chen Ling dodged them as easily as if he had eyes in the back of his head. Then, with a sudden, violent exertion of force, he ripped the arm right off the audience member he had just knocked down, and under the glare of the spotlight, he ferociously tore a chunk of flesh from it with his teeth!

Once you set aside the reserve of being "human" and fully embrace the fact that you are a Calamity, some things become much simpler.

The spotlight cast a large shadow beneath Chen Ling. He chewed savagely on the severed limb in his hand, his eyes staring at the surrounding shadows like a fierce beast.

The next moment, he slammed the half-arm into the face of one of the audience members, then flickered like lightning and charged forward with his fists!

Bang!

Another audience member fell to the ground in response.

With Chen Ling’s combat ability, this small number of audience members was nowhere near enough to challenge him. After knocking everyone on stage down in a few quick moves, he crooked his finger at the many shadows below the stage, his eyes full of provocation.

【Audience Expectation -1】

【Current Expectation: 18%】

Another batch of shadows quickly crawled onto the stage.

Facing an almost endless stream of opponents, Chen Ling no longer felt the haste and panic he had during his last "Slaying of the Calamity." He calmly controlled his stamina, using the simplest combat techniques to knock them down, and continuously gnawed on the audience members to restore his energy, ensuring he didn't waste too much strength on these early waves.

He knew very well that the third Slaying of the Calamity would definitely not be as simple as just these ordinary audience members.

【Audience Expectation -1】

【Audience Expectation -1】

【Audience Expectation...】

As the audience expectation continued to drop, inside the underground palace, the power of the Calamity of Mockery that Chen Ling had originally suppressed began to gradually break free from his control. Red clouds began to spread through the empty palace, and at the same time, a terrifying aura of world-ending destruction climbed higher and higher!

Outside the palace, Wu Yi, who had been waiting respectfully, seemed to sense something and immediately crawled obediently onto the ground.

The other Poison Heads also looked toward the palace. Although they were a bit puzzled, they were not surprised... After all, for that Great King, whatever he was tinkering with inside the palace was perfectly reasonable.

……

Bang!

Bang!!

Bang!!!

Shadow after shadow was knocked to the ground. Under the bright spotlight, Chen Ling’s chest heaved rhythmically.

In this endless struggle, Chen Ling had forgotten the passage of time. He didn't know how long he had been fighting, nor how many audience members he had knocked down. At this moment, all his perception was focused on controlling his physical stamina, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks...

The dense crowd of audience members had already submerged Chen Ling on the stage like a black tide. The space he had to maneuver in was getting smaller and smaller, and he was suffering more and more attacks. Chen Ling could only frantically gnaw on the bodies of the audience members to dull his pain and restore his strength.

But as he consumed more audience members, the violence and cruelty accumulating in Chen Ling’s heart grew more intense. Negative emotions began to erode his body bit by bit, and the corners of his mouth began to curl up uncontrollably, revealing a hideous smile just like the audience members!

Kill—kill—kill!!

Chen Ling smashed the skull of an audience member with a headbutt, then opened his giant maw and swallowed half of its head, chewing it with a crunching sound.

But at the same time, the mouths of other audience members bit into Chen Ling, tearing off several chunks of flesh. Even though they were kicked away by Chen Ling the next second, the wounds remained, leaving his body beneath the red opera robe pitted and terrifying.

"You think you can kill me with just this?!!"

Chen Ling let out a low, beastly roar, his eyes completely shrouded in blood. He slaughtered the surrounding audience members frantically. The reason he had managed to retain began to fade, replaced by the uncontrollable, primal instincts fueled by the accumulation of negative emotions!

Just as Chen Ling was losing control and killing madly, the spotlight above his head suddenly flickered on and off!

Bang—!!

With a crisp explosion, the spotlight directly above Chen Ling suddenly went out, and a wave of darkness instantly engulfed the entire scene.

Chen Ling, immersed in primal slaughter, suddenly seemed to sense something. A glimmer of reason returned to his scarlet pupils, and he whipped his head toward another direction...

In the dim light, those audience members who had been rushing forward one after another seemed to receive some kind of instruction; they stopped attacking and consciously retreated to the sides, clearing a path...

Ding—!

A spotlight suddenly lit up above, illuminating a pitch-black humanoid figure at the edge of the stage.

It was a figure draped in a black opera robe.

He had the same build as Chen Ling and a similarly styled opera robe, but his face was merely a blur... yet even so, he was a being that possessed actual facial features, completely different from the other audience members around him.

Chen Ling looked at that face, which bore a slight resemblance to his own, and his brow furrowed tighter.

"That is..."

In Chen Ling’s mind, he immediately recalled the avatar of negative emotions that had crawled out of his body during his last Slaying of the Calamity. Back then, it was just a shadow like black water; he hadn't expected it to grow to this extent in just half a year.

At the time, Chen Ling had specifically discussed this situation with Teacher Ye. According to Teacher Ye, the Calamity of Mockery was special, and internal strife was its nature. Since a personality like Chen Ling, who possessed overwhelming ability, had appeared, it would inevitably derive a corresponding personality to keep Chen Ling in check. After all, the other personalities of the Calamity of Mockery would absolutely not want to see Chen Ling dominate and devour them all to enjoy the Calamity of Mockery alone.

The black-robed opera shadow before him was likely a powerful entity pushed out from the many personalities of the Calamity of Mockery to balance him out.

Sure enough, this third Slaying of the Calamity would not be so easy.

Screech—!

The black-robed figure suddenly grabbed an audience member, tore it in half, held the severed limb up, opened a hideous, shark-like mouth, and stuffed the whole thing inside, chewing it violently with a crunching sound.

As he chewed, he walked slowly toward Chen Ling, his pitch-black, abyss-like pupils filled with malice and ferocity.

He could actually gnaw on the audience too??

No, rather...

He was also performing a Slaying of the Calamity???

Chen Ling’s expression changed instantly. He knew he absolutely could not let this black-robed shadow continue to grow; otherwise, at his current rate of growth, it was possible that one day he would be the one slain by him.

"I want to see just how much you're worth, you fake!"

Fierce light flashed in Chen Ling’s eyes. His red opera robe dragged a trail of afterimages through the darkness as he charged straight at the black-robed shadow!!