Chapter 698: Shattering Wuji

"Brother Lin..."

Seeing this, Li Qingshan opened his mouth to persuade him, but stopped.

Li Qingshan could feel that Chen Ling was a bit different... It was as if there was something more in his gaze. Even though his expression looked so calm, he gave off an extremely dangerous feeling!

After burying Huang Suyue, Chen Ling passed by Li Qingshan. The bright red opera robe arrived at the main entrance of the opera house and slowly stopped.

Drip—drip—

The drizzling rain followed the eaves, dancing lightly in the wind like a beaded curtain.

Chen Ling looked up and stood there like a statue. His gaze didn't know whether it was looking at the eaves where the rain flowed, the thick rain clouds in the distance, or the massive, complex alchemical array in the clouds.

"Kong Baosheng," Chen Ling suddenly spoke.

"...Mr. Chen."

"Why didn't you leave?"

Kong Baosheng opened his mouth and whispered, "I... I couldn't bear to leave the Main City, couldn't bear to leave Jinghong Pavilion."

"What about you?" Chen Ling turned to look at Li Qingshan beside him.

"I am a descendant of the pioneers. Red Dust is the home our ancestors guarded. To watch it be trampled... I can't do it," Li Qingshan replied firmly.

Chen Ling was silent for a moment.

"So, none of you intend to leave, is that it?"

"I'm not leaving."

"Mr. Chen... I'm not leaving either."

Chen Ling tilted his head slightly, looking at the plaque with the three large characters "Jinghong Pavilion"; the last time he came here, it was to persuade everyone to flee to Liu Town. He didn't expect that in the end, they would meet at the opera house...

Perhaps this was the arrangement of fate.

A complex shimmer flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. A moment later, he crouched down and, with his blood-stained fingertips, wrote something bit by bit in the mud in front of Jinghong Pavilion.

"Since none of you are leaving, then stay and watch a play."

"Watch a play?" Li Qingshan was startled. "What play?"

"I have a play I want to sing for the Wuji Realm... I just don't know if they can handle it."

"Mr. Chen, didn't you say you don't sing when it rains?" Kong Baosheng asked blankly.

Chen Ling smiled.

He didn't answer, just walked calmly into the rain.

The bright red opera robe fluttered in the wind. The two blinked, and the raindrops falling from the sky gradually thinned out, finally disappearing into the air!

The heavy rain that had lasted for days stopped eerily as Chen Ling took a step!

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng stood frozen in place, and then, as if seeing something, looked down at the position where Chen Ling had just been standing...

At the entrance of Jinghong Pavilion, there was a line of text written in blood, the strokes sharp, as if holding a blade!

—[The Actor leaves the Pavilion, the heavy rain stops abruptly]

"The rain stopped..."

In the sobbing wind, the bright red opera robe fluttered like a blood-colored ghost on the desolate street.

As he muttered, massive giant shadows crushed the surrounding streets, following behind him like an ink-black abyss, slowly devouring this war-torn Red Dust!

Chen Ling's second half of the sentence sounded faintly:

"Follow me, and shatter Wuji."

……

City Wall.

Boom—!!!

Intense flames like a giant python tore a gap in the city wall and then shot straight into the sky!

The scroll that had originally covered the sky above the city wall was completely devoured at this moment. The flames burned dense holes into it, connecting into pieces, and finally completely vanished into the void.

Several members of the Floating Life Painting on the city wall spat out blood simultaneously, their faces deathly pale.

Dense black-robed figures walked out from the ruined town. Around them were countless silver torrents, now swirling outside the city gate—at a rough glance, there were thousands of them!

Seeing this, Plum Blossom 8's face was incredibly ugly.

Even though he and the other members of the Floating Life Painting had tried their best, they couldn't fully guard the city gate. During the battle, batch after batch of silver creatures had slipped through the cracks and entered the city. He didn't know what the situation in the Main City was like now...

Now, the Witchcraft Association was gathering more and more people. It was impossible to guard the Main City with the few remaining people they had.

The Floating Life Painting was exhausted;

"Kill them all," the leading Sixth-Order black robe said in a deep voice. "The President's Philosopher's Stone is just a little bit short... Hurry into the city and accumulate souls."

As the words fell, the numerous black robes of the Witchcraft Association charged toward the surroundings of the city wall simultaneously, using their absolute numerical advantage to divide the battlefield and encircle the remaining members of the Floating Life Painting!

At the same time, the thousands of silver torrents broke through the blockade and poured into the city in one go.

As they passed, the entire city was like a swarm of locusts; all buildings were collided with and cut into fragments, collapsing with a roar... Even the ground was ripped open, revealing the uneven stones beneath.

"Damn it..."

Seeing this, Plum Blossom 8's eyes flashed with anger. He was about to take action to stop the unstoppable silver torrent when three black robes descended from the sky, blocking Plum Blossom 8's path.

The pressure of three Sixth-Order Witch God Paths crashed down!

Plum Blossom 8's pupils contracted slightly. He instantly raised his hand to draw a Star-Fall Chess Net, but it was torn open by the joint effort of the three Sixth-Order experts. The terrifying pressure caused his body to sink deep into the earth, imprisoning him in place like a cage.

And what these three black robes wanted was more than just this... They had seen early on that this young man's strength was extraordinary and that he was the leader of the Floating Life Painting. As long as they killed him, the Floating Life Painting would have no top-tier combat power.

Deadly attacks surged from all directions like a tide, instantly leaving Plum Blossom 8 covered in wounds. But he was no ordinary Sixth-Order; he relied on his terrifying spiritual power and several flowers of void ink to resist the surrounding attacks!

At the same time,

in the ruins behind the Main City, the earth was lifted as if by a giant plow. Wang Jincheng, also covered in wounds, stood at the top of the lifted earth, coughing while struggling to maintain the Divine Path.

Since the beginning of this Realm War, Wang Jincheng had been forced to face Seventh-Order enemies, resulting in severe injuries. Afterward, he had been shuttling through the Main City, maintaining order in the police station and sweeping away silver creatures, but this had only made his injuries more severe.

But things had come to this; Wang Jincheng had to fight despite his injuries, otherwise, once the Wuji Realm broke through Red Dust, he was destined to die.

"Cuiwei Mountain Roar."

Wang Jincheng mobilized his final spiritual power, pulling a massive black pyramid from the depths of the earth. It hung high in the sky, blocking the sun, and then crashed down toward the silver torrent that had drilled behind the city wall!

But before the pyramid could fall, several black-robed figures rushed out together, various sacrificial artifacts and poisonous insects exuding eerie auras tearing through the sky and colliding with the pyramid!

Thump—!!

A visible air wave swept through the sky, and dense cracks spread at the base of the pyramid!

Wang Jincheng was already severely injured, and there were several experts of the same order as him in the Wuji Realm's army. This strike was destined to fail.

At the same time, several black afterimages shot straight toward Wang Jincheng's face!