Chapter 618: Drool

The devil whispered in the centipede's ear. Its body shuddered violently, freezing in place, not daring to move a muscle.

But Chen Ling sniffed carefully; this fragrance didn't seem to be coming from the shadow centipede. Although this "broiler" also smelled good, the scent he smelled was dozens of times more fragrant than this—it was the kind of fragrance that could tug at his heartstrings.

Chen Ling thought about how he still had to ride this broiler, so he had to suppress his cravings for now and looked up at the thick rock layer above.

"This smell... could it be coming from above?"

Chen Ling swallowed his saliva.

……

Surface.

Wang Jincheng sat up with difficulty from the pool of blood, the excruciating pain throughout his body making his face pale.

At this time, several Floating Life Painting members had also reached the two bishops, but under the premise of being unable to use their Divine Paths, their strength was extremely limited.

They were not like Wang Jincheng, a possessor of the Force Divine Path, whose physical fitness was strong enough to withstand a head-on collision from a Calamity rhinoceros without dying even without using his Divine Path... These possessors of the Qingshen Path had skills that were more exaggerated than the last, but their physical strength was weak and ordinary, incomparable to the Soldier or Force Divine Paths.

The red-robed bishop, alone, flashed in front of these Floating Life Painting members with astonishing speed and casually punched their throats. The latter's Adam's apples shattered instantly, and they flew backward for over ten meters like sandbags.

The few low-tier Floating Life Painting members struggled for a moment before losing their breath on the spot.

"Supreme Jiangtian Savior... Supreme Jiangtian Savior... Supreme Jiangtian Savior..." The chanting of the Jiangtian Sect members echoed in the surroundings, pious yet tinged with a hint of eeriness. As their voices grew louder, the sighing wind began to turn cold and biting.

It wasn't that Wang Jincheng didn't want to step forward to stop them, but he was too severely injured. If not for the Force Divine Path having transformed his physique to be strong enough, he would likely have become a corpse like the others... He stood weakly amidst the kneeling red tide, unable to move even half a step.

As the meddling small fry were gradually cleared out, the second red-robed bishop standing in the center of the tide also took out a short blade and slashed his own wrists.

Scarlet blood gushed out like a fountain from his hairy arms, intertwining with the churning sea of blood beneath his feet!

The next moment, the red mist rising from around him became even more solid!

The concentration of Red Star aura contained within a bishop-level figure was incomparable to that of ordinary sect members. He alone was worth the sum of a dozen people's auras. As he actively released his blood, this bonfire of bait intended for the "World-Ender" burned fiercely!

A gaze, as if attracted by the aura here, pierced through the hazy Gray Realm and landed on the churning sea of blood.

*Sigh*—

A hurricane swirled around everyone's ears. That faint, ethereal sigh seemed to be drawing closer.

"Oh no..." Yang Muquan felt that oppressive gaze, and his heart skipped a beat. Entangled with several high-tier Calamities, he looked up at the sky. Beneath the lead-gray clouds, a massive intersection point was silently and slowly opening.

This Gray Realm intersection point was larger than all existing intersection points within the Red Dust Realm, and it was still expanding. If an intersection point that allowed Tier 6 or even Tier 7 Calamities to pass through was about the size of a playground, then this one was as massive as an entire bird's nest, branded upon the sky!

"They actually managed to attract the attention of the 'World-Ender'???" Wang Jincheng's face was devoid of any color.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the Jiangtian Sect members guided the [Breath] Calamity here... If it truly descended, unless the Red Dust Lord awakened, no one in this realm could stop it.

Wang Jincheng took a deep breath, his hands in the pool of blood clenching tightly. He gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, stumbling forward. His eyes were filled with the determination of burning his bridges.

Seeing that Wang Jincheng was still alive, the other red-robed bishop's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he walked straight toward him.

In the sighing wind, the two figures drew closer bit by bit...

The scarlet, hive-like crowd knelt on both sides of them, their loud chanting sounding like war drums in the wind.

"Supreme Jiangtian Savior..."

"Supreme Jiangtian Savior... Supreme Jiangtian Savior..."

“……”

"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss... The Faceless King who mocks fate."

Suddenly, a strange, hoarse voice mixed into the chanting of the Jiangtian Sect members, sounding from between the two.

They were both stunned.

The blood-soaked soil between them suddenly squirmed slightly. The next moment, a larva of a shadow centipede crawled out from the ground, revealing half of its grim and eerie head, staring straight at the red-robed bishop.

The shadow centipede's mouthparts opened, and surprisingly, like a human, it repeated once more:

"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss;"

"The Faceless King who mocks fate."

"?" The red-robed bishop's eyes were filled with confusion.

BOOM—!!!

The next moment, the earth beneath their feet exploded. A massive black shadow, like a building, burst out from the depths of the earth. Segment after segment of limbs surged rapidly toward the sky—one couldn't even see the end of it!

This sudden turn of events left everyone present stunned in place.

"This is... a Calamity from the 'Ghost-Mocking Abyss'? How could it appear here?" Wang Jincheng frowned involuntarily.

The shadow centipede, which had shot straight into the clouds, wound and turned in mid-air, and finally, its massive head lowered toward the blood-red tide... Only then did everyone see that there were two figures on top of the shadow centipede's head.

One person stood in front, wearing a blood-stained bright red opera robe. His head was shattered and sunken in one spot. He wore a pitch-black mask on his face, and a pair of scarlet eyes were curled in mockery. His exaggeratedly upturned mouth stretched all the way to his ears. Just one look was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

Behind him stood a young girl in a black dress, quietly holding a severed head. Her hazy black hair danced in the wind, like a respectful and mysterious attendant.

The appearance of these two caused the brains of everyone except Heart 9 and Club J to stall for a moment... People standing on the head of a Calamity??

Calamities and humans could never coexist. Moreover, they could feel that this shadow centipede was not low-tier; how could it allow a human to stand on its head, and even actively lower its head to let the other party walk onto the ground?

The red-robed bishop, Wang Jincheng, Yang Muquan, and the other Floating Life Painting members who had just arrived, all focused their gazes on the bright red opera robe atop the shadow centipede...

He raised his head slightly and sniffed the air, his Adam's apple rolling with a gulp.

A wisp of crystalline drool dripped down from beneath the mask...