Chapter 386: Spear

"Huh..."

Chen Ling looked at the opera stage, his eyes narrowing involuntarily.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but in his field of vision, those iron sliding carts rushing toward Gao Chong seemed to be changing crazily,

Sometimes flashing the shadow of a white crane, sometimes an old man, sometimes a young man wearing a black headscarf, just like two completely different opera stages overlapping before his eyes. But when he looked closely, the changes all disappeared... The iron sliding cart was still that iron sliding cart.

"What’s going on?" Chen Ling saw this eerie scene, and the confusion in his heart grew deeper.

Since the performance began, Chen Ling had felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it... Something must have happened in this performance, but perhaps the power contained within it had already exceeded his understanding.

"Kill him until he flips his horse, laugh at your low ambition!"

Seeing many iron sliding carts approaching, Gao Chong didn't show any intention of retreating. He held the gold-chiseled tiger-head spear, shouted, and rushed toward the many iron sliding carts rushing over!

As he took a step forward, the gold-chiseled tiger-head spear in his hand pierced into the bottom of one of the iron sliding carts like lightning, and he lifted it with force!

Boom—!!

A roar sounded like a thunderclap!

……

"You also heard the opera singing?"

Hearing this, Elder He’s heart skipped a beat. Recalling the encounter of the Image-Tracing person just now, his face was extremely serious.

"What did you hear?"

The headscarf figure’s face turned pale. He kept looking left and right, as if the sound was right in his ear,

"Seems to be saying... want to kill us until we flip our horses?"

The wailing wind echoed beside the two. Elder He stood on top of the many cranes, his gaze becoming colder and colder.

"What a big tone. I want to see who in the Red Dust Realm is so arrogant?"

As soon as Elder He finished speaking, his figure began to sway.

He frowned and looked down in confusion, discovering that the white crane supporting his body was actually trembling involuntarily, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, and a harsh creaking sound was coming from within its body!

"Elder... Elder He..."

"What is it again?"

"We... seem to have turned into carts?"

"What?" Elder He was stunned.

Before Elder He could react, a loud explosion sounded from the void. A spear shadow like a pillar supporting the sky pierced through the void curtain, as if it were a murderous intent from another world, sweeping across the sky!

Elder He’s pupils shrank suddenly!

Boom—!!

The next moment, the white cranes filling the sky were shattered, turning into countless splashes of oil ink in the air.

Only Elder He reacted extremely quickly, controlling the white crane under his feet to avoid the spear shadow at the first moment. At the same time, the headscarf figure who was also stepping on a white crane beside him was unlucky.

Although the headscarf figure was flying on a white crane, he had no control at all. In such a critical moment, he could only passively prepare to defend... However, before he could take out his brush from his bosom, the spear light instantly pierced through his body!

Even then, the headscarf figure didn't react to what had happened, only vaguely hearing a clear opera singing voice lingering in his buzzing ears:

"...Urging to destroy the thief’s nest, just like the Fifth Yama King coming to claim a soul!"

The scene before his eyes fell into darkness.

As the oil ink and blood-colored limbs filling the sky shattered in the air, before they could fall, they all vanished without a trace...

Elder He stood alone on a white crane, covered in cold sweat under the empty sky, looking at the spear shadow that also vanished into thin air, his hair standing on end!

If the spear that killed the Image-Tracing person before could be the Image-Tracing person’s tracking, allowing the enemy to lock onto his position in turn, then how to explain this scene now? They were just traveling in mid-air, and they were almost wiped out by a spear stabbed from the void, which meant the enemy had completely mastered his whereabouts!

But... but how did they do it??

Until now, Elder He hadn't sensed any feeling of being spied on, and even before that spear shadow appeared, there was no sign at all... This meant that no matter who the person hiding in the dark and attacking them was, their strength was higher than his own.

But even looking at the Red Dust Realm, there shouldn't be many people with higher strength than him!

"Could this be a trap? [Heart 6] is just a bait?" Elder He’s brain worked rapidly. "His target is me??"

Elder He didn't hesitate much and drove the white crane under his feet to flee rapidly in the opposite direction!

At this point, Elder He had completely given up on executing Chen Ling. After all, saving his life was the most important thing right now. In a situation where he didn't even know who the enemy was, staying here was an absolute disadvantage.

However, just as Elder He flew out hundreds of meters, a passage of opera singing suddenly entered his ears:

"Ah, what a Southern Barbarian! Actually killing our army until corpses are strewn across the field, with no one to resist."

"Lads, retreat to the southwest!"

Elder He was stunned on the spot.

Opera singing... He also heard opera singing?

"Could it be the Opera Divine Path?" Elder He muttered to himself. "But I’ve never heard of such a powerful Opera Divine Path before... Didn't this Divine Path decline long ago?"

The Image-Tracing person and the headscarf figure who had heard the opera singing so far had all become targets of that spear and died one after another. In a sense, it was no exaggeration to call it a "murder notice," and now he actually heard the same sound...

The most critical point was that the direction he was retreating in now was exactly southwest!

A cold sweat broke out on Elder He’s back again. He knew that he had been locked onto, and his speed increased even more!

No matter who the enemy was, since they could kill from so far away, it must be due to the characteristics of their domain. And as long as it was a domain, there would be boundaries. As long as he escaped the enemy’s domain boundary, he would naturally be safe.

As Elder He’s figure gradually moved away, the opera singing not only didn't move away, but became clearer and clearer!

……

Bang—!

As Gao Chong flipped the first iron sliding cart with a spear, a few drops of oil ink were splashed from the tip of the spear, splashing under the opera stage.

Chen Ling, who was sitting in the front row, saw the few drops of liquid and was suddenly stunned.

"This is... oil ink?"

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something and looked at the figure in the corner of the stage who had lost his breath. "That’s a person from [Floating Life Painting]?"

Just now, Chen Ling was still wondering who exactly was stabbed to death on the stage by that spear. Now, he already had the answer in his heart... In this Willow Town imprisoned by the [Circle], besides the [Floating Life Painting] experts who came to hunt him down, who else could it be?

It’s just that these "experts" didn't even see his face and died inexplicably on the opera stage.

"They... are protecting me?"

Chen Ling looked at the opera stage again in a daze. That mighty figure in white clothes and silver armor was standing straight in the center of the opera stage, like an invincible god of war!