Chapter 715: You Guys Run

In front of the Jinghong Building.

"Sir..."

Kong Baosheng watched the millions of souls that had been imprisoned break free from their shackles and finally dissipate into the air... His body trembled with excitement.

He never expected that when millions of souls were about to fall into purgatory, it would be his own Sir who stood up, in a red robe, with a single aria, to turn the tide.

And Li Qingshan, standing to the side, had eyes full of emotion as well.

"Brother Lin's attainments in the Opera Path have truly left me far behind... I hope that one day, I can follow in Brother Lin's footsteps."

Boom—!!

With the descent of an Eighth-Order pressure into the sky, Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng were both stunned, and then their faces turned extremely ugly!

"Oh no..."

……

Brand was about to explode with rage.

He had bet the entire Witchcraft Association, bet on the endless risks the Wuji Domain would have to bear in the future, just to start this domain war... They had fought tooth and nail, racked their brains, and even he himself had been beaten to death by the Halls several times, just to collect these two million souls!

Just as he was about to succeed, some opera singer pops out and frees them all??

How is this any different from ripping out his lifeblood?!

Now the Wuji Lord is still getting beaten up, but he can't even squeeze out a single Philosopher's Stone, and the Witchcraft Association's manpower is basically dead... How is he supposed to fight?

Brand's chest heaved violently. He opened his mouth to curse some more, but the next moment he was so angry he started coughing up blood... Compared to this, even being blown bald by Xizai in one breath earlier didn't seem like such an unacceptable thing.

"You go die too!!"

Brand covered the blood he coughed up with one hand and raised the other, grabbing straight toward Chen Ling. An alchemy array opened in the void!

The next moment, a white light flashed across the sky, and Chen Ling's figure vanished into thin air!

Chen Ling only felt a blur before his eyes, as if a part of the surrounding space had been stolen. When his vision recovered, his feet were already on the ground.

"Sir??!"

"Brother Lin!!"

Two familiar voices came from behind. Chen Ling turned back to look and found Kong Baosheng and Li Qingshan running toward him.

The moment the white light flashed, he had returned to the entrance of the Jinghong Building.

Chen Ling seemed to think of something and looked up at the sky again, only to see that the position where he had been was now filled by a giant flaming hand crawling out of an alchemy array.

And behind the giant flaming hand, two figures in suits stood side by side.

[Heart Q], [Club J];

Chen Ling's [Requiem] had shattered Brand's ambition, so he would inevitably face extreme retaliation, and the members of the Twilight Society naturally couldn't sit idly by... No matter what, they had to protect Chen Ling!

"Two Seventh-Orders, and you want to stop me??"

Brand was in a fit of rage and couldn't possibly give up just because of the Twilight Society's intervention. The Eighth-Order pressure was released without reservation at this moment, rushing head-on toward the two!

Boom—!!

The rolling air waves swept across the earth. In the ruined street, Chen Ling subconsciously raised his hand to block the dust.

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng behind him were almost blown away by the aftermath of the three people's clash and could only barely stand firm.

"I have to say, Heart, you really did something big this time!"

Five figures in suits walked over from the other side of the street at the same time. Jian Changsheng couldn't help but speak, "It's come to this, why aren't you leaving yet?"

"...Leave?"

"This isn't the Red Dust base. Without hostages, Heart Q and Club J can't hold off an Eighth-Order for long... If you don't leave now, it'll be too late." Diamond 10 spoke solemnly.

Chen Ling looked up at the sky and saw the two figures in suits using the unique powers of the Thief God Path and the Opera God Path to circle around Brand. They weren't fighting head-on, but were stalling for time for him.

But even so, an Eighth-Order in a state of extreme rage could not be easily blocked. Within a dozen seconds, their defensive line was already teetering.

Brand looked around. He didn't know when, but the scene around him had changed. The kaleidoscopic, chaotic vision made him dizzy. The magic scene was like a cage, briefly imprisoning him inside.

"You think you can stop me with this kind of thing?"

Brand took a step, and an alchemy array hidden under his flesh was sketched out rapidly. His five fingers extended like tentacles, sweeping through the void with pale purple lightning, tearing all the surrounding magic scenes to shreds at once!

Club J's face turned pale, and his aura fell into chaos... The next moment, Brand's tentacle-like fingers reached out from the fragments and pointed at Chen Ling in the distance:

"Magic Seal."

In the dark, something seemed to be mobilized by the Witch God Path, rapidly converging toward Chen Ling!

Chen Ling only felt a sudden pain in his collarbone, as if a red-hot branding iron had been pressed onto it. A sizzling sound rang out from the surface of his flesh... He looked down sharply and found a deep cyan mark of a hideous ghost face had been sketched out.

This ghost face mark seemed to be growing on Chen Ling's skin, impossible to wipe off. At the same time, a feeling of being locked onto surged into Chen Ling's heart!

This Magic Seal was used to track him! No matter how he ran, as long as this mark remained, Brand would always be able to find him.

"Heart, what are you waiting for?" Jian Changsheng said anxiously, "If you don't leave now, we won't be able to protect you later!"

"...I can't leave," Chen Ling shook his head.

"And, I don't intend to leave."

"You don't intend to leave? Are you staying here to wait for death?" Jian Changsheng's brows furrowed tightly.

Chen Ling didn't answer. He looked at the furious Brand in the sky, and the silhouettes of the several massive giants still fighting outside the domain...

A line of small text emerged from his memory:

[With the participation of the 'audience', complete a hearty, interactive performance]

Chen Ling couldn't leave because his performance wasn't over yet... And now, he seemed to understand the meaning of his master's last words.

"Don't be constrained by existing shackles. You can perform this play freely... Even if you cause a huge mess, don't panic."

"This time, your master is behind you."

So that's how it is...

"I won't die," Chen Ling said calmly. "On the contrary, you guys..."

"What about us?"

"...Run."

Chen Ling turned to look at them, his eyes filled with unprecedented seriousness. "Take those two with you, use your fastest speed, and run as far as you can... Otherwise, I can't guarantee you won't be dragged into this."

"Why do we have to run..." Chu Muyun said halfway, as if thinking of something, his mouth opening involuntarily...

"You don't mean to..."

The expressions of the crowd became incredibly spectacular!