Chapter 1502: Ghost Path Nemesis

"...Hmm?"

Chen Ling’s gaze looked toward the end of the horizon.

Chen Ling’s location wasn't that far from Jian Changsheng’s; both were in the ghost city during the 300-year timeline of the Great Cataclysm on the edge of the Underworld River. He could still vaguely sense the clash of those two Eighth-Tier killing intents.

Why are there two strands of Bai Qi’s killing intent?

Could it be that the Ghost Path Envoy over there pulled Bai Qi’s soul out?

Just as Chen Ling was pondering, the Bai Qi Order on his chest became increasingly scorching. Chen Ling could vaguely feel a trace of... urgency?

But no matter what, Chen Ling had no time to be distracted. The joint effort of the two Envoys had already made him struggle to cope.

Forget about whatever reaction the Bai Qi Order is having...

Hmm?

What was the Bai Qi Order again?

Chen Ling’s heart-python in the dark corner was bitten by Liulian’s Eighth-Tier heart-python when it found an opening. For a moment, Chen Ling’s brain went blank, as if he had forgotten something.

It was this brief moment of distraction that Chiku, controlling Sun Simiao, seized. Endless red fire directly wrapped around Chen Ling, condensing into the outline of a giant medicine furnace, as if to forcibly refine him into a pill!

The terrifying heat licked Chen Ling’s body, scorching his skin black. Chen Ling scanned his surroundings, seeing no possibility of breaking through. His expression grew increasingly grave.

"[Pause]—!!"

He didn't hesitate to activate his domain again.

World rewind. This time, Chen Ling escaped from the furnace in advance. However, he had flown less than a hundred meters when his figure seemed to stagnate in the void. Even with his speed pushed to the limit, he couldn't advance an inch.

Space Theft!

Liulian descended from the sky, dragging the Silver King’s ghost, while Chiku, dragging Sun Simiao’s ghost, stood behind him. The two figures in white were like two mountains, completely blocking Chen Ling’s path.

Damn it...

This can't go on.

Chen Ling knew very well that although he could shake an Eighth-Tier head-on, that was only when using the Calamity True Body one-on-one. In the current situation, he had no chance of winning based on physical combat strength.

His tier was still too low. If his God Path skills were also Eighth-Tier, Chen Ling would be confident in killing these two Envoys in return...

Unfortunately, there were no "ifs" now.

The only thing he could do now was rack his brains to think of how to escape.

Chen Ling’s brain worked at high speed. Just as Chiku and Liulian were about to raise their hands again, Chen Ling didn't hesitate to activate his domain again.

"[Pause]—!"

The world rewound again.

Rewinding before Chiku and Liulian could cause him substantial damage could compress the consumption of each domain activation to a minimum, and the burden on his body was within a range Chen Ling could bear.

But Chiku and Liulian were not having an easy time. Every time they were about to surround Chen Ling, they would be forcibly returned to a past node, and both of their expressions were somewhat annoyed.

"Death throes... Hmph." Chiku snorted coldly.

Liulian, dragging the Silver King, stepped forward again, preparing to form a pincer with Chiku. But the next second, Chen Ling made a move that surprised everyone...

He reached out and grabbed the void, and a bright red paper umbrella fell into his palm.

"[Collect]!"

As Chen Ling opened the red paper umbrella, a mysterious and eerie power began to spread in the air.

The ghost phantoms of Sun Simiao and the Silver King suddenly seemed to be pulled by some force, flying uncontrollably toward the red paper umbrella, the chains on their bodies clanking!

The two Envoys were shocked!!

Chiku grabbed the other end of the chain and gave it a hard tug, forcibly stopping the Sun Simiao ghost flying into the sky, but it was still shaking violently.

The ghost was like a red marker hanging on a tug-of-war rope. On one side was the red paper umbrella, and on the other was the Ghost Path Envoy. In the invisible void, both sides were fighting fiercely!

"What kind of ability is this?!" Liulian, also struggling to restrain the Silver King’s ghost, said in astonishment.

The red-bottomed, black-patterned theater robes danced in the wind. Chen Ling held the red paper umbrella, his eyes flashing!

It really works!!

This red paper umbrella could contain souls and also restrict the ghosts controlled by Ghost Path Envoys. Although he couldn't directly snatch the ghosts from their hands yet, at least he could prevent them from activating their abilities.

This red paper umbrella was the natural enemy of abilities like the Ghost God Path that controlled souls!

Chiku’s pupils contracted slightly. Just as he instinctively wanted to remind Liulian, his vision blurred. A hideous face, half-human and half-calamity, flashed in front of him. With a slight smile, he swung his fist toward Chiku’s face!

Bang—!!

Nosebleed splattered, and Chiku was sent flying backward!

With the controlled soul being restrained by Chen Ling, the Ghost Path Envoy’s own combat strength was extremely low. Relying only on those Ghost Path divine abilities, how could they be a match for Chen Ling, who was Eighth-Tier in physical body?

In just one encounter, Chen Ling knocked down Chiku. Liulian, on the side, reacted very quickly:

"[Quake]—!!"

"[Fix]—!!"

Ghost Path divine abilities and Theater Path secret techniques erupted simultaneously, but Chen Ling’s soul was unaffected.

He flashed in front of Liulian again, swung his fist, and smashed it hard into Liulian’s face, also knocking him to the ground like a meteor!

Dust danced in the ghost city. The two figures in white lay among the spider-web-like ruins, already unconscious.

Chen Ling didn't kill them, not out of mercy, but because killing an Envoy would inevitably trigger the hostility of the Ghost Path... He had already killed Kongwang, and the Ghost Path’s hostility toward him was at its peak. If he killed two more, crossing the Underworld River to retrieve the Ghost Path foundation would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Anyway, Chen Ling’s goal for this trip was only the Ghost Path foundation; there was no need to kill these two Envoys and add difficulty to himself. He just needed to ensure they couldn't cause him trouble in the short term.

Of course, at the same time, he had to confiscate the two Envoys’ "tools of the trade."

The red paper umbrella spun rapidly. With the two Envoys unconscious, the two pulled ghosts also shook violently. After a brief struggle, they actually broke free from the Envoys’ chains and flew into the umbrella.

The red paper umbrella spun in the air, slowly closed, and finally fell back into Chen Ling’s palm.

Chen Ling looked at the red paper umbrella in his hand and couldn't help but smile slightly:

"Li Laide, oh Li Laide... I didn't expect that after you died, you would still end up in my hands."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Chen Ling looked toward the direction where the killing intent had just surged. It was now extremely quiet; the great battle between the Soldier Paths seemed to have come to an end.

Since Bai Qi was forced out, the Envoy was definitely no match for Jian Changsheng. By now, that kid had probably started crossing the Underworld River toward the Temple of the Dead... He and Jian Changsheng were in the same section of the Underworld River; maybe they would run into each other in the river later.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, then walked straight toward the flowing Underworld River.