Chapter 699: Met Again

Bang—!!

Auras surged in the air, and Wang Jincheng fell to the earth like a kite with a broken string.

Amidst the swirling dust, the blood-covered Wang Jincheng stood up staggeringly. He felt a chill on the top of his head and suddenly reached up to touch it. His originally thick, lush black hair now had a large bald patch, with only a few strands remaining at the edges, leaving a smooth "Mediterranean" in the middle.

"F*ck!!!" Wang Jincheng cursed angrily. Ignoring his injuries, he immediately lowered his head and began to search for his lost wig.

Wang Jincheng's "Mediterranean" was hereditary, perhaps due to radiation exposure in his ancestors. His family had suffered from premature hair loss for generations. Wang Jincheng would never forget the look in his father's eyes when he gave him a brand-new wig on his coming-of-age day... That thick, lush black hair was his face, his lifeline.

Since Wang Jincheng became the Chief, he had never been this disheveled. He hurriedly found the wig in the mud, his eyes lighting up.

But before he could reach out to put the wig back on his head, a black-robed figure raised his foot and stepped on it hard, twisting it left and right, directly grinding it into the mud.

"So it's a bald guy," the person sneered. "The President was right; people in the Red Dust Realm are all freaks."

"YOU!!!"

This sentence was like a knife stabbing into Wang Jincheng's heart, even more painful than his other wounds.

He glared angrily at the black robe in front of him, about to make a move, when the black robe suddenly spoke:

"[Wound Rot]."

As soon as these two words were spoken, Wang Jincheng's body shuddered as if electrocuted. The wounds that were still bleeding suddenly began to fester, and an indescribable stench emanated from them.

Wang Jincheng felt his body becoming increasingly weak, to the point where he couldn't even lift his hand. He knew this was the ability of the Witch God Path, but he was already at his limit, and even if he knew, he couldn't counter it.

Immediately after, a second term was spat out from the black robe's mouth:

"[Leg Paralysis]."

Thump—

Wang Jincheng's legs went soft, and he lost his balance, falling directly into the muddy earth.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes. One hand plunged into the soil, and the next moment he pulled out a stone sword. But before the sword could be swung, the black robe spoke again:

"[Piercing Heart Pain]."

Bone-chilling pain instantly filled Wang Jincheng's mind. He felt as if he were being torn apart, every inch of his bones and flesh creaking, and the stone sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

Wang Jincheng's face was ferocious, his blood-red eyes glaring at the black robe in front of him and the silver torrent rushing past, his eyes full of unwillingness...

The halls were wiped out, the city gate was lost, the silver torrent was trampling the city, those shelters hidden underground would also be ripped open... even the embroidered realm in the sky was on the verge of collapse;

Although Wang Jincheng didn't want to admit it, Red Dust had lost this Realm War.

"Don't struggle in vain." The black robe bent down, picked up the stone sword unhurriedly, weighed it in his hand, and then locked onto Wang Jincheng's neck.

"You will all become nourishment for the Wuji Monarch... and together with him, achieve eternal life."

As the words fell, the black robe suddenly raised the stone sword and slashed hard at Wang Jincheng's neck!

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The earth beneath the black robe's feet suddenly trembled violently, as if something was approaching rapidly from underground, and even the surface began to crack.

Wang Jincheng seemed to sense something and was slightly stunned.

Boom—!!

The earth exploded, and a massive giant shadow broke through the surface. A black long tongue, like a spring, wrapped around the black robe's body, instantly dragging him into the giant shadow's mouth!

The giant shadow leaped up from underground, hovered for a moment, and then crashed into the earth like a meteorite!

Thump!!!

Dust flew. Wang Jincheng, who hadn't reacted to what had happened, looked at the dust in bewilderment... A shadow toad the size of a small mountain stood in the ruins, and a thunderous sound buzzed from the depths of its giant mouth.

"Disaster?!!" Wang Jincheng was dumbfounded when he saw the giant toad.

Before he could react, in the direction of the Main City in the distance, a giant shadow python climbed onto the towering clock tower. As its scarlet tongue flicked, the massive snake head looked toward the rushing silver torrent!

A pitch-black disaster domain, like thick ink dripping into clear water, expanded rapidly with it as the center.

Wherever this domain passed, all matter seemed to be stained with ink—dilapidated ruins, surviving high-rises, fine stone fragments, withered tree trunks...

Immediately after, these materials gradually lost their spatial dimensions, visibly flattening, as if turning into their own shadows, and then with a slight shake, they transformed into thousands of shadow snakes, swarming toward the silver torrent and the city gate battlefield!

The unstoppable silver torrent tore into the shadow army, directly turning a section of the Main City into a chaotic battlefield!

Wang Jincheng stared blankly at this scene, his eyes full of confusion and incomprehension...

"Ghost Mockery Abyss... broke the seal at this time? That's too much of a coincidence."

Before Wang Jincheng could rejoice at escaping a disaster, the shadow toad the size of a small mountain suddenly leaped like a cannonball, "flying" to the clouds in an instant, and then crashed toward Wang Jincheng with absolute weight and oppression!

Indiscriminate attack?!!

Wang Jincheng's heart skipped a beat. The slight luck he had just felt died instantly. Fortunately, after the black robe was swallowed, his legs returned to normal, and he staggered, trying to run outside the rapidly falling black shadow.

But he was injured, and his speed was too slow. Before he could run halfway, the wind pressure from the toad's descent made it difficult for Wang Jincheng to move, and a shadow of death shrouded his heart!

Just then, a small shadow centipede emerged from the ground. It slammed into Wang Jincheng's back, the terrifying impact directly knocking him flying. He whistled out of the toad's wind pressure range, skipped across the ground like a stone on water several times, and then crashed through a wall with a bang, coming to a stop.

The intense pain all over his body made Wang Jincheng moan. He felt as if he were shattered, and even the scene before his eyes was blurred...

In a trance, he saw strands of pitch-black shadows flowing around him, as if an army was rushing past him. The roaring sound was like continuous thunder, making his scalp tingle.

Just then,

a red shadow walked slowly through the ruins and stopped in front of him.

Wang Jincheng’s eyes were obscured by blood and grime, making it difficult to see the man’s features clearly, but from the silhouette of his figure, he couldn't help but feel that the man looked somewhat familiar...

The man slowly crouched down, and a calm face gradually became clear before Wang Jincheng’s eyes.

"Director Wang."

Chen Ling spoke faintly,

"I told you... we would meet again."

Upon seeing this person, Wang Jincheng’s pupils contracted sharply. He stood stunned for several seconds before speaking in disbelief:

"Heart of Hearts 6?! Why is it you?!"