Chapter 1685: Coma and Performance

Ugh—

On the desolate black earth, Chen Ling’s neck, filled with bulging veins, lifted, and scarlet blood sprayed from his mouth, drenching the ground.

If someone could see the details of Chen Ling’s body at this time, they would find that his muscle tissue, skin, and even blood vessels were covered in cracks. An aura infinitely close to a demigod surged within his body, and the Red Star Wish Power that had nowhere to vent began to constantly impact various parts of his body.

After his shoulder, another cloud of blood mist exploded from Chen Ling’s left leg. He lost his balance and stumbled to the ground, his vision blurring…

His body, after the blood mist exploded, did not remain hollow. Immediately after, a large amount of red paper surged from within his body like crazy, repairing the wounds as they were.

Bang bang bang—

Just as Chen Ling said, while crazily absorbing the Red Star Wish Power, the strength of the Calamity of Mockery itself was also increasing. For a time, the collapse and repair of his body formed an eerie balance. One after another, blood mists exploded on him, yet he maintained his human form, staggering forward step by step.

But even if Chen Ling’s physical body could withstand this pain, his spirit could not heal quickly. Under the torture of extreme pain, his consciousness blurred rapidly…

“Damn it…”

“Can’t pass out… even if I die, I can’t pass out!!”

“If I pass out now… by the time I wake up… Lord Lingxu will probably have completely recovered…”

“Time…”

“is running out…”

Clouds of blood mist exploded on Chen Ling’s body. He could no longer use [Wall-Breaking] to travel under the extreme pain. He moved his legs mechanically, walking step by step toward the Lingxu Realm.

He had thought this process would be difficult, but he hadn’t expected it to be this difficult, to the point where even keeping his consciousness clear was a luxury…

The Lingxu Realm was still a very long distance away. If he only relied on his legs to move forward bit by bit, Chen Ling would never be able to hold on until then.

Chen Ling desperately tried to find a way to get out of this predicament, but his thoughts became heavier and heavier, and everything before his eyes became dim and lusterless.

Vaguely, he seemed to see that twisted Shinto path extending from beneath his feet again…

It hadn’t even been three days since Chen Ling last completed a performance and promoted to the Eighth-Order, and now his mental energy had already rushed to the peak of the mid-Eighth-Order. This was enough to prove what kind of power was contained in that Red Star fragment… And to balance this power, the price Chen Ling had to pay was too great.

Chen Ling’s vision gradually blurred. He didn’t even know if he was dreaming or if he had truly stepped onto the twisted Opera God Path. When he stumbled and looked down from the stairs, a line of small characters entered his eyes:

【On an empty stage, witness the curtain call of an era】

Chen Ling could no longer think.

He just saw this line of small characters flash before his eyes, his consciousness completely blurred, his head sank, and he collapsed to the ground.

Woo— woo—

In the dead, gray world, only the cold wind continued to blow, causing the hem of the opera robe on the ground to flutter.

Time passed second by second,

and the figure that had collapsed to the ground seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

No one knew when he would wake up, and no one knew what the world would look like when he did…

The Red Star beyond the heavens was approaching the planet bit by bit; numerous figures above the churning frozen sea were charging toward the tide of calamity without hesitation; on Lingxu Mountain, thousands of miles away, a figure in monk’s robes was sitting in meditation to recuperate…

Just when the gray world was so silent that only Chen Ling’s breathing seemed to remain,

a small figure appeared silently beside him.

He squatted down, a small hand gently stroking the head of the unconscious Chen Ling. The movement was gentle and peaceful, and a touch of white ash covered his nose. His slightly comical face now revealed unprecedented heartache…

The Clown stroked Chen Ling’s head while slowly turning to look in the direction of the Lingxu Realm. His eyes revealed resolve and cold killing intent…

“Iya—”

He shouted softly at Chen Ling, and his thin, small figure easily carried Chen Ling on his back… then took a step forward.

The next second, his figure vanished without a trace.

……

Lingxu Realm.

Spade J looked at the clock on the wall, his expression becoming increasingly grave.

“How could this be…” Spade J frowned tightly. “It’s been almost two hours since I sent the message to Lord Red King… Logically speaking, he should have arrived by now…”

“If we drag this out any longer, Lord Lingxu will really recover!”

Spade J’s voice was somewhat urgent, while Han Meng stood beside him, looking at the Lingxu Mountain that towered into the clouds, silent.

He understood Chen Ling; once Chen Ling knew the battle situation here, he would definitely rush over immediately… He must understand the simple logic that they couldn’t give Lord Lingxu time to recover.

But now that Chen Ling hadn’t appeared, it meant… he had likely encountered an accident on the way.

Han Meng’s fists clenched tightly.

He took a deep breath and walked straight toward Lingxu Mountain.

“Where are you going?” Spade J asked immediately.

“To kill Lord Lingxu.”

“Are you crazy? We didn’t even have a chance to intervene when the three Nine Lords were fighting just now. Now that Lord Red Dust and Lord Wuji have died in battle, you’re going to challenge Lord Lingxu one-on-one?? Are you looking for death?!”

“That’s right, I’m looking for death.” Han Meng responded without hesitation.

Hearing this answer, Spade J was stunned for a moment.

“You…”

“Chen Ling will definitely come. Before that, someone must contain Lord Lingxu; we absolutely cannot give him too much time to rest… The more he recovers, the lower Chen Ling’s chances of winning will be.” Han Meng said decisively.

“No matter what, I am the leader of the [Judgment]. Even if I die, being able to interfere with Lord Lingxu for a few minutes… is worth it.”

Spade J opened his mouth, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, his mood was complex. After the shock and emotion, what remained was a sense of self-reproach and powerlessness… He was only Seventh-Order after all. If he were Eighth-Order like Han Meng, perhaps he could have gone with him to delay for a bit more time.

However, just as Han Meng had taken a few steps, a palm pressed onto his shoulder.

Hum—!!

When the familiar aura of [Asura] roared and surged, Han Meng was stunned… He subconsciously turned his head and saw a red-haired figure also wearing a law enforcement officer’s trench coat walking calmly past him…

The former Chief of Law Enforcement of the Aurora Realm, leader of [Asura], Hong Xiu.

And beside Hong Xiu was a figure carrying a huge calligraphy brush, none other than the former Third Hall of the Floating Life Painting, Eighth-Order Green God Path, Lü Liangren.

Hong Xiu’s eyes shifted, glancing at Han Meng, and a faint smile curled at the corner of her mouth…

“Don’t be in such a hurry… Law Enforcement Officer Han Meng.”

“As long as I, the Chief of Law Enforcement, am still alive… it’s not your turn to go and die.”

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The fifth volume is coming to an end. I’m taking a day off today to sort out the final few characters and foreshadowing~