Chapter 1690: Run Fast

With white ash covering his nose, Lord Lingxu’s cracked lips could not help but curl upward.

Bursts of vague and bizarre laughter sounded from his mouth, as if he had thought of something extremely comical. His blood-stained shoulders trembled slightly, like a mad scientist driven to a dead end, which was hair-raising.

The Clown’s figure flickered, seizing the opportunity to slash a palm toward Lord Lingxu like lightning!

A mighty force surged from beneath his sleeves!

Sleeve-Swiping the Heavens!

Two Lingxu Numbers flickered like faulty light bulbs in Lord Lingxu’s palms, as if the Clown’s power had indeed placed a certain seal on Lord Lingxu’s ability. However, as Lord Lingxu immediately abandoned one and focused on controlling the single remaining Lingxu Number, the latter stabilized immediately.

The Clown’s original linear attack trajectory was suddenly disrupted, naturally curving like a quadratic function, and actually rushed toward Hong Xiu, who had not yet fully recovered her body!

Boom—!!!

The power of Sleeve-Swiping the Heavens surged wildly, and the firmament above the Lingxu Realm seemed to be split open. Even though Hong Xiu had dodged as much as possible, the movement speed of her incomplete body was still too slow, and the body she had finally repaired with [Blood Garment] exploded again!

In the churning blood mist, only a piece of skin the size of a palm remained from the battlefield, and under the effect of [Blood Garment], this piece of skin began to regenerate flesh and blood rapidly!

But Lord Lingxu did not intend to give Hong Xiu a chance to regenerate. He raised his hand and flicked a chess piece, which sped toward Hong Xiu’s last piece of flesh.

As the chess piece’s speed stacked frantically, it became visibly red-hot. Its edges tore through the air, turning into a scorching, super-large fireball that seemed capable of burning all matter into nothingness.

Just as the chess piece was about to engulf Hong Xiu’s last flesh, a blade of light descended from the sky!

Clang—!!

The butcher’s knife slashed onto the fireball-wrapped chess piece and was instantly shattered and incinerated, but this forcibly changed the trajectory of the chess piece, causing it to streak past the edge of Hong Xiu’s flesh!

The Butcher’s figure fell onto the pebble-strewn ruins. He looked up at Lord Lingxu, who was draped in the blood-stained monk’s robe, and an unprecedented brilliance erupted in his eyes!!

"Kill!!"

Swish swish swish swish!!

Above the previously empty ruins, several figures appeared out of thin air as if flickering!

A farmer carrying a hoe, a scholar carrying a book of calligraphy, the long-missing Tower Master of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, and the head of the Pu family who had also disappeared... Four Tier 8 auras, like hunters who had been lying in ambush for a long time, pulled the trigger simultaneously on the heavily injured Lord Lingxu at this moment!

They had been lurking in the realm, observing the situation in the dark. Their moods had risen and fallen during this time, and finally, they had completely lost hope...

And so, they came.

Following the deaths of all Nine Lords and the Demigods, humanity’s last top-tier combatants also poured out. They bet their own futures and the future of all humanity to fight for that last glimmer of hope against fate.

"Eeya—!"

The Clown shouted, pushing his own ability to the limit.

The moment the four human Tier 8s attacked simultaneously, the white ash on Lord Lingxu’s nose exerted its power again. He couldn't help but laugh uncontrollably, and his control over the Lingxu Numbers stalled for an instant...

"Hahahahahaha!!!!"

Lord Lingxu’s pupils clearly reflected the four figures filled with murderous intent, and his wild laughter echoed through the sky.

The blood-stained monk’s robe billowed in the gale. Just as the four human Tier 8s were about to touch Lord Lingxu, a flash of light passed, and Lord Lingxu disappeared from the ruins along with the four of them, as well as the remains of the Clown and Hong Xiu.

……

Thud—!!!

A giant lion’s foot, like a pillar supporting the sky, stepped down from the firmament, roaring as it stomped the Calamity of Taboo’s pitch-black, massive head beneath the thick ice field.

The dense ice layer shattered, and the shockwaves sent all the surrounding Twilight Society members flying!

The hem of Sun Bumian’s Tang suit fluttered in the gale, and the familiar Demigod pressure raged and swept over him. After kicking out this foot, he felt indescribably refreshed!

It’s back...

The feeling from before, it’s back!

Bizarre curse marks spread upward along the giant foot with which he had fiercely stomped the Calamity of Taboo, but as Sun Bumian snorted coldly, seven-colored flames burned fiercely on the giant foot.

Vaguely, the sounds of continuous firecrackers, gongs, drums, and laughter rang out from the void. Under the purification of the Demigod’s auspicious aura, the curse marks on the giant foot receded at a visible speed... Even the Calamity of Taboo below was affected by this auspicious aura, emitting bursts of disgusted and angry roars.

The aura of the curse spread frantically beneath the ice field, and the shattered ice surface immediately turned into a muddy black sea. As the scorching light of the lantern gradually became gray and bizarre, this world seemed to be shrouded in a certain oppressive atmosphere...

"...Hmm?"

The Gray King just blinked gently, and the Calamity of Taboo, which had been smashed into the ice field’s black sea, disappeared without a trace.

The color tone of this world was affected by the lantern, as if a gray-black filter had been added. The Gray King tried to let the moonlight illuminate the world again, but the next second, the severe injuries she had sustained from the Evil Path ancient treasure backfired and surged!

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her figure stumbling and nearly falling to the ground, her vision blurring...

"Master, careful!!!!!"

A voice of extreme terror rang out from the side.

The Gray King was slightly stunned and turned to look in the direction the voice came from...

The next second, a mountain-like black shadow’s giant tail descended from the sky without warning, directly crushing the Gray King’s body, and a scarlet blood mist instantly dispersed into the surroundings.

Liu Qingyan stood frozen on the spot.

This scene happened too suddenly. After the Calamity of Taboo’s lantern light shrouded the world, its movements became even more unpredictable... No one saw how it appeared, not even the other Tier 8s could perceive it!

When Liu Qingyan came back to her senses, her master had already exploded into a cloud of blood mist... without even a chance to resist.

She didn't even have time to swallow the poison.

"Master..."

Liu Qingyan’s eyes turned red instantly!

Whoosh—!!

A mountain-like giant shadow appeared out of thin air beside her, sweeping toward her defenseless body.

Just as Liu Qingyan was about to explode into a cloud of blood mist, a flash of white light passed, and her figure disappeared into thin air... When she appeared again, she was stumbling and kneeling on the ice field hundreds of meters away.

Beside her stood a figure wearing a white baseball cap, a pair of silver snake-shaped earrings swaying in the cold wind.

"...Run fast!!"

Bai Ye stared fixedly at the direction where the Calamity of Taboo had just disappeared again, spitting out these two words through gritted teeth.

"But..." Liu Qingyan climbed up in a disheveled state.

"Everyone here can die! But you cannot!" Bai Ye turned to look at Liu Qingyan, his eyes bloodshot. "You are Chen Ling’s Gray King. You must survive to enter the next world... The next Twilight Society needs you."