Chapter 1793: The Path of Bones

"Hey! Mo Lian!"

"Is this Twilight Society for real?!"

"The Chengtian Realm has already abandoned this place; are they really planning to guard these ruins and go head-to-head with the Sighing Wilderness?!"

Qinghuo, wearing a pair of plastic slippers, nimbly wove through the tide of calamity. Looking at the hair-raising number of calamities around him, he couldn't help but shout at Mo Lian beside him.

Mo Lian held his cane, rooted to the ruins like a nail. His cold eyes watched the skeletal calamities rushing toward them. He pressed one hand against his top hat and swung his cane with the other...

An invisible force of telekinesis erupted from his body, as if someone had swung a skyscraper, slamming it into the torso of the calamity, forcibly knocking it back dozens of meters until it crashed heavily to the ground.

"The King hasn't given the order, so we cannot leave," Mo Lian replied calmly.

"Tsk..."

Just as Qinghuo was about to say something, his slipper slipped on the head of a giant skeletal crocodile. He lost his balance, let out a terrified shriek, and fell down in a pathetic heap!

The giant skeletal crocodile he had been stepping on surged with killing intent. It locked onto Qinghuo, who had fallen right by its mouth, and opened its massive jaws, which blotted out the sky, intending to chew him into pieces.

"Idiot!" Mo Lian was startled when he saw this.

He wanted to intervene, but it was already too late. Just as Qinghuo was about to be bitten, a sharp blade of light flashed, slicing off half of the giant skeletal crocodile's mouth!

As Qinghuo fell in a panic, flailing his limbs, a hand firmly grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him into the air like a chick...

Qinghuo was stunned.

He looked back and saw a figure adorned in gold jewelry, holding a curved blade in one hand and holding his collar with the other, looking at him with great interest...

"Yo," Heart J chuckled, "A new recruit for the Fire-Stealers?"

"You..."

Qinghuo looked at this person, his heart in his throat... He recognized him as a member of the Twilight Society, a fierce warrior who had just charged in and out of the calamity three times.

To his surprise, Heart J had no intention of making things difficult for him. He casually tossed him onto the ground nearby, waved his hand with his back turned, and left without looking back.

Qinghuo was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses... He turned to look at Mo Lian beside him:

"Mo Lian, tell me the truth..."

"What exactly is our relationship with the Twilight Society??"

"..." Mo Lian shook his head, "I don't know either."

Qinghuo: ...

Hum—!!

Just as the two were speaking, two towering auras erupted like torches from the ruins not far away!

The four Thief Saints of the Fire-Stealers and the many members of the Twilight Society all changed expressions at once. They looked sharply in the direction from which the two auras came, their hair standing on end involuntarily...

"Oh no..." Diamond Q muttered to himself,

"Has the intersection worsened to this point... that even an Eighth-Order calamity has broken through?"

"Why hasn't Lord Red King arrived yet??"

The surging tide of calamity suddenly scattered. At the edge of the ruins' horizon, a giant skeletal bear dozens of meters tall and an ancient pterosaur flapping giant skeletal wings emerged simultaneously from the gray-white world...

Accompanied by two ear-splitting roars, all the surrounding skeletal calamities seemed to receive an order and charged at the inner wall simultaneously!

At the same time, the two Eighth-Order calamities, carrying terrifying pressure, crushed the low-level calamities that hadn't managed to escape in front of them, leading the surging tide of calamity toward the inner wall with unstoppable force!

Violent pressure ravaged the Ruoshui Prison, and for a moment, many members and Fire-Stealers were frozen in place by the shock!

"This is trouble..."

Lin Xi’s face was as pale as paper, "You’ve gone too far, Heart 9!!"

"???" Li Shangfeng turned his head in astonishment, looking at him as if to say, 'Are you serious, buddy?' "No, how can you blame me for this?! I didn't attract these two!"

Just as Lin Xi was about to say something more, a hurricane mixed with suffocating pressure rushed toward them.

In the short time they had spoken, the two Eighth-Order calamities had already crossed several kilometers, looming over them like two mountains...

Just as Lin Xi and Li Shangfeng were both unable to breathe under the pressure of this aura,

The bodies of the two Eighth-Order calamities suddenly vanished!

When they reappeared, they had collided in a bizarre posture, as if their original trajectories had been stolen. The terrifying kinetic energy they carried crushed against each other at that moment, and a visible shockwave swept across the earth!

Boom—!!

Li Shangfeng and Lin Xi felt as if their chests had been struck by a giant hammer, and they were both knocked to the ground.

Massive cracks began to appear on the skeletal surfaces of the two Eighth-Order calamities. Their bodies shattered and deformed under the mutual crushing, as if they were being forcibly kneaded into a ball, and their shrill shrieks echoed through the sky!

This scene left everyone present stunned. The two Eighth-Order calamities that had almost caused them severe damage just a moment ago were now enemies, having severely crippled each other in such a bizarre way... It was like an absurd dream.

Chitong and Lanyu, who were sweating profusely on the battlefield, seemed to sense something, and their pale lips curled slightly...

They both let out a long sigh of relief.

Bang, bang, bang—

Dense, explosive sounds erupted from the tide of calamity.

The tide of calamity, which had been crowded and oppressive just a moment ago, now had a vacuum path running through it. Any calamity on that path had its head vanish in an instant, turning into scattered bones that collapsed to the ground...

It was as if the Grim Reaper were dragging his scythe, slowly carving a bloody path through the calamities;

Shrill shrieks rang out continuously,

And the scattered bones paved a pale road that extended all the way from the distance...

On this elegant yet hideous road, a figure in a British-style black trench coat walked slowly forward.

His slightly curly black hair fluttered in the wind, and the velvet white collar at his neck shimmered in the sunlight. As he lifted his hand slightly, a Western-style top hat wrapped in a blue silk ribbon was gently placed on his head...

Beneath the brim, a pair of deep blue eyes opened silently.

……

Rustle—

The burnt incense ash fell gently onto the table.

Marquis Wei looked out the window, appearing somewhat worried:

"The situation outside seems a bit tricky... Do you not need to go and help?"

"No rush." The figure in the theatrical robes sat calmly opposite him, his pair of scarlet eyes narrowing slightly as if he were smiling, "One must give the young people some opportunities to perform..."

Chen Ling tapped his knuckles on the table to bring Marquis Wei’s attention back. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness.

"Back to the previous question..."

"How much can you know about what happens when the Red Star returns in a year?"

Marquis Wei looked at Chen Ling with a complex expression. After a long while, he let out a long sigh:

"To be honest..."

"About everything a year from now... I know nothing." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Because a year from now, the Divination Path..."