Chapter 1850: Malice Like a Tide

The flying dust gradually dissipated.

On the ground, which had been smashed into spiderweb-like cracks, an opera-robed figure with shackles on his left leg struggled to stand up.

"Is this... the wish power of all living beings?" Chen Ling felt his body become heavier than ever before. His gaze fell on the shackles, his expression as gloomy as water. "The power of negation can't open it at once, unless I negate it multiple times in a row... Since that’s the case..."

Thud—!!!

Before Chen Ling could finish his sentence, the Imperial Seal hovering above his head shook again, and an afterimage fell precisely to the earth.

Chen Ling’s figure was smashed into a deep pit again. The spreading cracks in the earth tore several buildings on both sides into pieces on the spot. The ruins of the collapsed buildings submerged the deep pit, and the dust obscured everything again.

The sound of painful vomiting of blood rang out from the ruins. As the scarlet spread on the ground, an opera-robed figure walked out of the pit slowly and with difficulty, as if carrying a mountain on his back...

Both his feet had been suppressed by the shackles of the Imperial Seal. At this moment, his posture while walking was not even as good as that of a centenarian.

He looked up at the sky. The Imperial Seal was like a mountain he could never lift. As the wish power flowing into it became stronger, the pressure it gave Chen Ling became stronger. Under the will of all living beings, even Chen Ling was just a fragile drop in the ocean.

Duke Zhao’s figure slowly arrived beside the Imperial Seal, his clear voice echoing between heaven and earth:

"Heaven and earth are of one heart, all living beings bear witness."

"The world-ender Chen Ling, wreaking havoc in the world... We hereby accept the wishes of all under heaven, to suppress him in the netherworld forever!!"

Duke Zhao’s words seemed to completely activate the ability of the Imperial Seal. Threads called "wish power" connected all the figures under heaven who held hostility toward Chen Ling, like an unparalleled giant net, crisscrossing many prisons and even the Heaven-Bearing realm.

At this moment, an opera-robed figure wearing shackles and stumbling was silently reflected before the eyes of tens of millions of people.

"It’s him!"

"Is he Chen Ling?!"

"Is the Emperor going to kill the Mockery Disaster just like he killed the world-enders a few times before?"

"Is this the Red Dust Prison? How did it get so chaotic..."

"He must have done it!"

"Damn world-ending disaster, I don't know how many people he killed in the Red Dust Prison again!"

"Is he crazy? The Emperor has already killed so many world-ending disasters, and he still dares to come to the Red Dust Prison?"

"He wants revenge, right? This kind of beast has the most vicious methods."

"Better get rid of this scourge quickly, otherwise, I don't know how many more people will die because of him..."

"Kill it! Kill it!!!"

“……”

Malice toward Chen Ling surged frantically from all major prisons and the Heaven-Bearing realm, all flowing into the Imperial Seal.

The blinding golden light surged violently. At this moment, Chen Ling finally heard the sound like a tidal wave clearly... Every sentence was hostility and abuse toward him, like fine needles constantly stabbing into Chen Ling’s mind.

Thud, thud, thud—!!

One after another, golden lights fell from the Imperial Seal like heavenly punishment.

Left-hand shackles, right-hand shackles, chains formed by malice danced wildly in the void. The heavy pressure nearly broke Chen Ling’s hands into fragments. He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground, and then, a golden light pierced his shoulder.

With a rustling sound of muscle being torn, sharp bone rings had pierced his collarbone. Under the tightening of the chains, scarlet blood flowed over his entire body in an instant...

"Lord Red King!!"

"Heart 9!!"

"Little Junior Brother!"

The Dusk Society members scattered all over the Red Dust Prison, seeing Chen Ling being tortured like this, their eyes turned red, and blue veins bulged from their necks!

Especially Ning Ruyu and others, who wanted to rush to Chen Ling’s street regardless of everything, but then Eighth Stage Chehou followed like maggots on a bone, entangling them tightly in place.

"What, still want to save him even like this?" a Chehou sneered.

"I really don't know what you’re thinking... Just a world-ending disaster, is it worth following to this extent?"

Swish—!!

A flash of spear light, filled with extreme anger and killing intent, instantly pierced toward that Chehou.

The Chehou was startled and immediately tried to dodge, but his speed was a bit slow. One of his shoulders was turned into a blood mist by Ning Ruyu. He turned pale instantly, letting out a painful roar.

"A bunch of self-righteous ingrates!" Ning Ruyu’s eyes were bloodshot. "He wreaked havoc in the world? He killed countless people??"

"Have you seen it with your own eyes?! Do you really know who he is???"

"You have no idea how much he has sacrificed for humanity!!"

Ning Ruyu’s nearly roaring questioning made several Chehou slightly stunned.

Then they laughed contemptuously:

"A world-ending disaster, and how much he sacrificed for humanity? I think you Dusk Society members are all crazy..."

"Shut up!!" Wen Renyou couldn't listen anymore. His burly body rushed toward the group of Eighth Stage Chehou like a madman, and chaotic explosions sounded one after another.

At the same time,

An opera-robed figure silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The shackles on his hands and feet clattered, and the rings piercing his shoulders continued to ooze blood... Even so, Chen Ling did not give up. He stumbled out of the deep pit and moved forward bit by bit.

Woo-woo-woo—

The originally lively and peaceful street was now deathly silent. The red scraps from firecrackers spun gently in the wind, and as the opera-robed figure stumbled past, they fell silently to the earth...

Thud!!

Another golden light pierced Chen Ling’s body, pinning him to the street.

A bone nail pierced directly through his ankle, precisely stuck in the joint, making his left leg, already heavy as a mountain from the shackles, cause heart-piercing pain with the slightest movement, and it also directly locked any movement of his left foot.

Chen Ling groaned, his face becoming paler... He supported himself on the ground with his hands and climbed up bit by bit again, dragging his completely ruined left foot, stumbling forward.

"Why isn't he dead yet? Why not just pierce his skull?"

"Maybe he’s done so much evil in his life that the Emperor wants him to suffer more?"

"Haha, he looks like a dead dog."

"Look at him like this, he should be completely ruined... No, I’m going to run over and take a look. I might only see this spectacle once in a lifetime."

"I’m going too. If I can smash this world-ending disaster to death with a stone, I’ll be an ancestor-honoring hero of humanity, hahaha!"

"You can watch from afar, don't get too close. What if he gets fierce again and hurts someone?"

"Got it, got it..."

The malicious words of the crowd toward Chen Ling were now clearly transmitted to Chen Ling’s ears through the Imperial Seal, stabbing his brain with pain.

But even so, Chen Ling’s expression didn't change in the slightest. He just silently dragged his ruined left foot and moved forward bit by bit... Scarlet blood fell onto the earth along the hem of his opera robe, as if someone had used a massive brush to draw a crooked river of blood on the street.

Just then, a sneer fell directly into Chen Ling’s mind through his thoughts:

"Hehe..."

"They’re right... you really look like a dead dog now."