Chapter 658: Sense of Security

The black robe was stunned.

Those abstract images were like hallucinations after getting drunk, making it impossible for one to distinguish between true and false for a moment. By the time he came to his senses, everything around him was filled with lines and shapes, and his whole body felt as if it were about to be torn apart alive!

Bang, bang—!

Two clouds of blood mist exploded from the black robe's body. He was terrified, and several green flame footprints flashed from beneath his feet; the next moment, his figure flashed hundreds of meters away.

But no matter how he fled, those lines and shapes seemed to be able to span space and track him easily. Not only that, but everything around him was visibly transforming into geometric shapes.

The road extending straight forward looked like two long perspective lines; the bricks and tiles seen everywhere on the roadside turned into polygons and floated up; the burning flames in the distance looked like jumping curves, springing from the air; even the cracked gullies on the earth turned into a thick net of lines, binding and locking him in place!

In the end, countless geometric shapes like waves completely submerged him... If someone were to look down from high altitude, they would find that above these surging geometric waves, they had actually evolved into the outline of an abstract face.

This face covered the entire spiderweb earth, and the location of the black robe was merely a small area within its triangular left eye;

Dark green flames struggled to erupt from the waves, like bubbles spat out by someone drowning in their final struggle. It persisted for a dozen seconds before finally returning to silence, leaving only a streak of blood-red color spreading from within, like a drop of blood-tear rolling silently from the corner of the abstract face's eye.

With the death of this Tier 7 wizard, the surging geometric shapes gradually returned to their original positions, re-attaching themselves to the roads, houses, flames, and the earth...

In the void, the picture frame carrying the face of the Second Hall took shape.

"Second one."

The Second Hall said faintly, and his figure turned into a stream of light the next moment, closing in on the next battlefield.

The Second Hall knew very well that this was a war of time. The longer the time dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be for the Red Dust Realm... Now was definitely not the time to honestly fight general against general. The mid-tier combat power of the Floating Life Painting was inferior to the Witchcraft Association. To end the war as soon as possible, they had to make good use of the advantage of top-tier combat power!

And as a Tier 8, he had to slaughter the Tier 7 combat power of the Witchcraft Association in the shortest possible time to reduce the pressure on his side. So, after completing the deployment, he joined the battlefield immediately... According to the Second Hall's plan, as long as he could wipe out all combat power above Tier 6 of the Witchcraft Association within two hours, the Infinite Realm would definitely lose.

Simply put, it was using blitzkrieg to counter blitzkrieg!

Facts proved that the Second Hall's decision was correct.

Just a short while ago, the Second Hall had already arrived at Xue Town first and saved Wang Jincheng. Counting this one, he had already killed two Tier 7s of the Infinite Realm in a row... The Fourth Hall had just sent news that he had also seriously injured a Tier 7 and was on his way to the battlefield where Lü Liangren was.

Now it seemed that apart from Yang Muquan's side, which was still entangled, the Floating Life Painting had a great advantage in all other aspects, and victory was in sight.

The Second Hall did not hesitate at all and flew toward Meilong Town, which was the closest.

At this moment, Meilong Town had also turned into ruins, and two figures were colliding rapidly within it, the entire sky being divided into yin and yang colors by two domains.

Boom—!!

Yang Muquan, covered in black mucus, was smashed down from high altitude, raising a sky full of sand and stone in the ruins.

The Tier 7 Witchcraft Association member in mid-air was about to take action when an abstract giant hand suddenly reached out from the void, grabbed his neck, and instantly dragged him into the empty picture frame!

At this moment, he hadn't reacted at all. By the time he suddenly woke up, he was already in "Guernica," and endless abstract shapes poured into the scroll, like a giant millstone beginning to consume his life.

Meilong Town, ruins.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yang Muquan fell into the shattered crater, saw the Second Hall floating down, and couldn't help but say,

"I don't need your help, I could have slaughtered him!"

"Now is not the time to talk about martial virtue." The Second Hall said in a deep voice, "If you're not dead yet, stand up quickly. We need to go for a decapitation strike."

"Decapitation strike?"

Yang Muquan was startled. Although he didn't understand, he still followed the Second Hall and rushed toward the distance.

"The Tier 7 combat power of the Infinite Realm is basically scrapped... As long as we kill that Witchcraft Association president who occupied the magpie's nest, it will be impossible for them to do anything else to the Red Dust Realm." The Second Hall explained while rushing on the road.

"Ah? How long has the war been going on, and they're already scrapped?" Yang Muquan couldn't help but laugh,

"Also, one Tier 8, four Tier 7s... and they dare to say they'll flatten the Red Dust. I don't know where they got the courage."

"Don't let your guard down." The Second Hall said solemnly, "The lack of top-tier combat power in the Witchcraft Association is because they experienced internal strife, and those who didn't submit to the new president were all purged... But the mid-tier and low-tier combat power are still intact, and they are the backbone of this massacre.

Also, don't forget... the Infinite Lord hasn't shown his face yet."

"The Infinite Lord has to guard the Infinite Realm, right? If he leaves, what happens to the domain protecting the Infinite Realm? Doesn't he want his own base camp?"

The Second Hall was silent for a long time, his triangular eyes in the picture frame looking toward the end of the horizon:

"Although that's the logic, I always feel that this attack by the Infinite Realm isn't that simple..."

……

"Heart, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing Chen Ling suddenly stop in his tracks, Jian Changsheng, who was walking beside him, asked in confusion.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He stared fixedly at the scroll, frozen like a statue.

Countless thoughts flashed through Chen Ling's mind. The details he had once ignored flooded back... The Red Dust Realm, the Red Dust Lord, the "Red Dust" embroidery, Liu Town, which was a one-to-one replica of the embroidery, the green leaves protecting the Red Dust, the Chief who had lived for hundreds of years behind the relief gate...

Everything connected in Chen Ling's mind. At this moment, Chen Ling realized he was wrong...

He had originally thought that the existence of Liu Town was something the Red Dust Lord Su Zhiwei did to commemorate Yao Qing... But Su Zhiwei's ability was "String Theory," which didn't possess the ability to transform a flat embroidery into an entire town. Therefore, the creator of Liu Town was someone else.

It wasn't the Red Dust Lord using Liu Town to commemorate Yao Qing... but Yao Qing, who replicated Liu Town for Su Zhiwei.

Chen Ling's consciousness was suddenly pulled back to the scene when he last entered the era archive. Su Zhiwei stood quietly in the ruins, looking into his eyes and saying:

"...If I have to sleep there for a long time..."

"I would hope that place is familiar, a place that can give me a sense of security."