Chapter 1681: Gu Worms

“What’s going on? Why can’t we see the situation over there anymore?”

Spade J put down the window he was holding and asked in confusion.

“They are moving too fast, and the battlefield keeps shifting; we can’t keep up at all.” Han Meng shook his head. “However, that world seems to have gone quiet… I estimate it’s already over.”

“Who won in the end?”

“The Imaginary World hasn’t disappeared… what do you think?”

Immediately after,

a commotion erupted from afar.

Spade J and Han Meng immediately looked in that direction, only to see a figure appearing out of thin air on the previously empty street.

It was a blood-soaked, one-armed figure, his messy hair fluttering in the wind, his blood-red eyes revealing a chilling sense of oppression. Behind him floated a mangled corpse and several gems that looked as if they were sealed inside miniature black holes…

At this moment, the citizens who had been cheering and shouting in a frenzy of resentment all felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar!

They stood there blankly, watching Lord Lingxu, who looked like a god of slaughter crawling out of hell, pass by them step by step. An indescribable despair welled up in their hearts…

They couldn’t stop themselves from trembling!

Even Lord Red Dust and Lord Wuji combined couldn’t defeat Lord Lingxu??

With Lord Red Dust and Lord Wuji dead, Lord Lingxu was the only one left among the Nine Lords, and the other human Shinto demigods had all died in the previous great battle…

Lord Lingxu had become the only demigod-level combatant of this era.

No one could restrain him, no one could kill him… He would become the final ruler of this world.

“…Move aside.”

Lord Lingxu looked at the stunned crowd before him and spat out two words coldly.

Under the impact of the bloody stench surging from him, the few people directly in front of him felt their legs go weak, and they collapsed to their knees with a thud… Their bodies felt as heavy as if filled with lead. Even though their remaining reason was screaming at them to move, they couldn’t move their legs at all.

Lord Lingxu merely glanced at them coldly before calmly walking past them. A wisp of the Nine Lords’ pressure drifted from his body, knocking those few people unconscious on the spot.

In the dead silence of everyone’s gaze, Lord Lingxu stepped onto the stairs of Lingxu Mountain and vanished from sight.

Spade J and Han Meng, who had witnessed the whole process, frowned tightly.

“He actually won… He was injured killing the Calamity of Delusion just last night, and today, facing the combined force of two Nine Lords, he still managed a counter-kill… Just how strong is he??”

“He’s at his limit.” Han Meng saw through Lord Lingxu’s state at a glance. “He’s bluffing, creating a false impression of ferocity… but in reality, he can barely even walk.”

“Is he doing it to leave a powerful impression on the public? That seems unnecessary… He’s already the last demigod of this era; would he be afraid of ordinary people?”

“It’s not these ordinary people he needs to intimidate… but someone else.”

“You mean…”

Spade J narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without hesitation, he took off his monocle and began to write and draw on it.

“Lord Lingxu’s heavy injuries this time will be hard to replicate.” Han Meng’s low voice sounded beside him. “If we want to kill him, we must do it as soon as possible… Absolutely, absolutely, we cannot give him a chance to catch his breath!”

……

The Gray World.

Seawater mixed with giant ice blocks washed against the pitch-black coastline, making a sound like thunder.

Several figures stood on the shore, gazing at the distant sea and the numerous black shadows surging beneath the water, their clothes flapping in the cold wind.

“The Forbidden Sea…” Chen Ling’s gaze was somewhat complex.

“To think that after all this, we’ve returned here in the end… The Aurora Realm was destroyed because of it, and this final debt must be settled with it as well.”

“So cold…” the beggar Heart 7 said, shivering. “Damn it, I forgot to wear more clothes on the way here.”

“Wearing more wouldn’t help; you’ll have to go into the sea in a moment anyway,” Sun Bumian said leisurely.

Heart 7: ???

Just then, a girl in a black dress appeared silently beside Chen Ling.

“Lord Red King,” Liu Qingyan said respectfully. “Most of the Twilight Society members have gathered. Aside from Spade J, only Spade 7, Heart Q, and Spade 6 have not arrived.”

“Spade hasn’t come yet?” Sun Bumian frowned slightly. “That’s not right… Isn’t the Ancient Armory of the Military Path located in the Forbidden Sea? He should have been the closest.”

“Bai Ye and Senior Chu haven’t arrived yet?”

Chen Ling had a bad premonition.

Just as he was about to use the Thought Storm to contact them, a faint light of the Thief God Path flickered nearby.

Amidst the distortion of space, a figure wearing a white baseball cap emerged. Bai Ye’s face was pale, as if he had consumed a massive amount of mental energy from continuously stealing space… And on his back, a figure with a thread of life was being carried.

“Senior Chu!”

“Spade 7!?”

“Chu the Corpse-Shatterer!!!”

When Bai Ye appeared with Chu Muyun, both Chen Ling and the other members were shocked and immediately surrounded them.

“He’s already done for.” Bai Ye slowly laid Chu Muyun on the ground, his bloodshot eyes filled with sorrow and bitterness. “I was afraid he wouldn’t make it in time to see you, so I stole space all the way here…”

Chen Ling bent down and carefully checked Chu Muyun’s condition.

At this moment, Chu Muyun was like an empty shell that had been hollowed out. His sunken chest rose and fell slightly; he was essentially only exhaling and not inhaling, and his eyes were beginning to lose focus…

But as Chen Ling approached, Chu Muyun finally regained a trace of clarity. He raised a pale hand and grabbed Chen Ling’s.

“Chen… Ling…”

“The antibody… I’ve made it…”

“It can resist… the plague after the Red Star descends… for at least a year…”

Immediately after, Chen Ling saw a bulge appear in Chu Muyun’s palm, as if something living was squirming inside. It broke through his skin and began to burrow into Chen Ling’s body.

But Chen Ling’s skin was too hard, and combined with the faint aura of world-destruction he radiated, it seemed to frighten the living thing. Only then did Chen Ling see clearly that it was a Gu worm the size of a pinky fingernail.

Seeing this, Chen Ling cut his own palm open and, pressing the Gu worm’s body, stuffed it directly into his own flesh.

After doing all this, he grabbed Chu Muyun’s hand again:

“I understand…”

“Thank you for your hard work… Senior Chu.”

Having lost the Gu worm, Chu Muyun’s life force, which was already on the verge of dissipating, became even weaker. He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something more, but couldn’t utter a sound.

In the end, he could only manage to raise a finger and point to his own throat.