Chapter 1767: Demonic Slaughter

The world-ending aura poured into the entire underground space like a monstrous flood. When a suffocating scarlet color spread in the darkness, even overpowering the purple and blue brilliance, Tessa’s face stiffened suddenly.

This...

This is...

President Tessa’s body trembled slightly. She turned her head abruptly and slapped Brand across the face!

Slap—!!

"World-Ender?? You call a World-Ending Calamity a 'tricky enemy'？！!"

President Tessa completely broke down. She glared at Brand in despair and anger, roaring, "How exactly did you provoke a World-Ending Calamity?!! Do you know you’re going to get us all killed!!!"

"I..."

Brand stood frozen, feeling the burning pain on his cheek, unable to say a word.

President Tessa turned her head to look at the door again. At this moment, the figure in the opera robe had appeared in front of her like a ghost, silent... Before those scarlet eyes, President Tessa felt as if her breathing was about to stop.

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something. The next second, a hand tightly gripped her throat!

"You..."

"Which generation of Alchemy Association President are you?"

The opera robe fluttered in the dim light as Chen Ling looked at her coldly.

President Tessa’s aged body trembled in Chen Ling’s grip like a chick. Her hands clutched desperately at his wrist, and her bloodshot eyes were bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

"Thir... teen..." she gasped out, using every ounce of her strength.

As President Tessa spoke, Brand, standing to the side, was so overwhelmed by Chen Ling’s aura that he collapsed onto the ground. Immediately after, an inexplicable terror flooded his mind, leaving only one thought in his consciousness...

President Tessa alone was no match for the Calamity of Mockery...

He needed to awaken more presidents!

Driven by this thought, Brand found strength from somewhere unknown; he scrambled to his feet and began to run wildly into the depths of the underground space, stumbling and crawling as he went.

President Tessa, held aloft by Chen Ling, caught a glimpse of Brand’s bizarre behavior. She noticed the cold, icy smile at the corner of Chen Ling’s mouth and immediately realized something...

"It’s... you..."

"You are... manipulating his thoughts... You want him to... personally... awaken us..."

Unprecedented terror filled President Tessa’s pupils.

In the dim light, those scarlet eyes watched her, gradually curving into a bone-chilling arc... A soft chuckle followed:

"That’s right... I did it on purpose."

"Killing you while you were unconscious would have been letting you off too easily... You stopped at nothing to get the Philosopher's Stone, and when you grew old, you curled up like turtles, fantasizing that you could embrace eternal life the day you were revived..."

"I want to awaken you one by one, and kill you with my own hands just when you are most full of hope."

"I want you to watch with your own eyes as your fantasy of eternal life shatters..."

"I want you to witness the destruction of the Alchemy Association with your own eyes!"

Chen Ling’s voice echoed in President Tessa’s ears like a demon. Her body trembled even more violently, and a desperate, weak voice was forced from her throat...

"You are... a devil..."

Whether it was a final burst of strength or a flash of clarity before death, President Tessa roared, unleashing her Eighth-Order Witch God Path skill at full power. A radiant alchemical glow instantly enveloped Chen Ling.

But the next second, the radiance vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Snap——!!

The sound of bones being crushed echoed in the darkness.

Chen Ling loosened his grip, and the corpse of the old woman, her head twisted at a grotesque angle, landed with a dull thud on the ground... The elderly 13th-generation Alchemy President’s eyes bulged, her face still frozen in terror.

Even in death, she seemed unable to comprehend how this generation of the Alchemy Association had provoked such a terrifying existence as Chen Ling.

Having easily slaughtered an Alchemy Association President, Chen Ling lowered his arm, expressionless.

The blood-stained hem of his opera robe fluttered in the dim light. Sensing something, he turned his head silently...

A boy in a vest had walked through the open alchemical gate at some point and was standing not far away, watching the scene quietly.

Li Laide had arrived long ago.

Chen Ling knew he had arrived long ago.

Li Laide, who had rushed through the entire Taishi Bureau and crossed a sea of corpses, had just stepped through the alchemical gate when he saw the Eighth-Order old woman looking at Chen Ling in terror, only to be easily slaughtered like a chick.

Li Laide had heard every word of their conversation.

"What grudge do you have against them? Did you really need to go this far?" Li Laide asked after a long silence.

Li Laide didn't ask because he thought Chen Ling was cruel, nor did he think the Alchemy Association didn't deserve it... He was a ruthless man who had personally cut off his classmate's facial features for revenge; he was incapable of such naive, saintly emotions. He asked out of genuine curiosity.

Chen Ling glanced at him without answering, turned, and continued walking deeper into the underground.

"...Tch."

Li Laide gritted his teeth.

It’s like this again... It’s always like this!

Perhaps because he had experienced it too many times, Li Laide felt he had become somewhat desensitized. He started walking without a word, jogging to keep up with Chen Ling.

"President Zhu Wen, we have found the method for eternal life, but we have encountered a very... terrifying enemy... We..."

“……”

"President Eli!! Please, save the Alchemy Association!!"

“……”

"President Thorne! Someone has broken in! He even killed President Tessa!!"

“……”

Brand’s mind was a blank slate. Driven by fear, he darted through the underground space, using pre-set alchemical arrays to awaken the past presidents one by one, praying they would join forces to deal with the intruder, Chen Ling.

These Alchemy Presidents, though angry and resentful, had no other choice but to bite the bullet and face Chen Ling...

But when that opera-robed figure approached, carrying a vast, world-destroying aura, they were all stunned into silence.

If Brand hadn't been running so fast, their first thought would likely have been to mince this damn junior into meat paste...

"Twelve..."

"Eleven..."

"Ten..."

"Nine..."

One aged corpse after another fell into pools of blood in terror.

The figure in the red-bottomed, black-patterned opera robe stepped over the blood pools unhurriedly, calculating something softly as he slaughtered these past Alchemy Association Presidents...

"Six..."

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

Chen Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the few remaining golden bodies in the distance.