Chapter 725: Audience Seizes Power

Ding—

Ding—ding—ding!!

A pale spotlight lit up amidst the muffled sounds, the beam of light like a sword descending from the sky, piercing the darkness and illuminating a corner of the silent stage...

In the center of the stage, a bright red opera robe, like a corpse, remained motionless.

At this moment,

outside the narrow halo of light,

shadow-like palms reached out silently from under the stage. They were like soft, boneless water snakes, grabbing the hem of the bright red opera robe and dragging it bit by bit toward the darkness under the stage...

Rustle—

The bright red opera robe was dragged bit by bit from the center of the stage to the edge by these palms, the hem rubbing against the old floorboards, making a slight sound... But even so, the figure did not wake up.

His breath was already as weak as a thread, his face under the spotlight was as pale as paper, and his eyes were tightly closed, as if he were having a terrifying nightmare.

And next to the path he was dragged along, the screen kept flashing!

【Current Expectation Value: 5%】

【Warning! Warning!】

【Audience begins to intervene in the performance!】

Numerous shadow palms, like countless vengeful demons from the abyss, surged from under the stage. As Chen Ling's body kept getting closer, their numbers grew more and more...

With the light at the edge of the spotlight, one could barely see that these shadows were actually climbing onto the stage by stepping on each other's shoulders, like a tide!

Under the dragging of these palms, Chen Ling's body hung from the edge of the stage—palms, forearms, shoulders, torso...

Finally, he flipped over and fell under the stage.

The moment he fell, the darkness under the stage seemed to boil. Countless black shadows crowded together crazily, as if fighting over something. Pairs of scarlet eyes, like a scalp-numbing ocean of maggots, surged endlessly!

The bright red opera robe disappeared into the black shadows. Chen Ling's skin color deepened continuously, like the spreading night... Not only that, but even his facial features were visibly blurred and faded. Within a dozen seconds, he had completely turned into a shadow like the other audience members, lost in the auditorium.

At the same time,

an "audience member" put on the bright red opera robe, struggled to crawl out from the countless shadows, stepped on the bodies of his companions, and climbed toward the stage bit by bit!

Finally, its fingertips hooked onto the edge of the stage, and it used all its strength to support its body and rise...

Then it rolled clumsily onto the old wooden boards.

It had climbed onto the stage!

With a muffled turning sound, the light gathered rapidly on the stage, and its figure finally appeared under the spotlight... A ferocious scarlet mouth corner lifted involuntarily. It stood up shakily, opened its arms...

The bright red opera robe fluttered on the stage. It stood in the spotlight, as if declaring to the whole world that it was the new master of this stage!

……

Gray World.

Several figures slowly stopped at the edge of the broken wilderness.

Under the lead-gray clouds, the originally boundless wilderness was already shattered... Countless skeletons floated up from the earth into the sky. Those were the calamities that had once been active in this area, from second-order and third-order to seventh-order and even eighth-order. A rough look revealed hundreds of them, covering the entire sky in a dark mass.

Besides that, the earth also looked like a toy that had been wantonly ravaged. Hundreds of ferocious gullies sat on it, mountain peaks and underground rocks floated in the air, some had turned into thin scarlet paper, while others seemed to have come alive, weirdly growing legs, wings, and eyes... floating and wandering aimlessly in mid-air.

"This... is this the Sighing Wilderness?" the End Corner said in disbelief. "It's a bit too abstract..."

"A death battle at the World-Ending level is no joke," the eldest senior brother Ning Ruyu replied seriously.

"Xi Zai tried to pull Chao Zai back to his home field, which could indeed suppress Chao Zai's power to the maximum extent... but at the same time, a price had to be paid."

"So who won in the end?"

"That... you'll have to ask Master."

The four turned their heads at the same time to look at the opera-robed youth sitting casually on a rock.

Master looked leisurely in the direction of the Sighing Wilderness and replied unhurriedly: "Naturally, Old Six won."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"However, Xi Zai has the home-field advantage after all. Although he was defeated, he won't die... Chao Zai was also injured. Calculating the time, I estimate he will kill his way out from inside soon."

"Master, Little Junior Brother released Chao Zai, so the one who returns in the end... will it still be him?" Ning Ruyu asked the question the senior brothers were most concerned about.

Master chuckled.

"I promised Old Six that no matter what happens, I will solve it for him," Master said faintly. "I've already bragged about it. Even if the one who returns this time isn't him... it has to be him."

As soon as this sentence came out, the senior brothers felt reassured.

They looked at each other and wanted to say something else, but Master, who was resting on the rock, waved his hand and said:

"Alright, you guys hurry back... In a while, that guy will come out. If you stay, not only will you not be able to help, but you will also be in danger. Go, go."

"Understood, we're leaving now."

"Then Little Junior Brother is left to Master... If he returns, remember to remind him to report his safety to the Opera Dao Ancient Treasury."

Ning Ruyu, Luan Mei, Wen Renyou, and the End Corner bowed to Master at the same time and, without the slightest hesitation, turned into four streams of light and sped toward the Opera Dao Ancient Treasury.

After they left, the air fell into a deathly silence.

The smile on the corner of Master's mouth, who was lying on the stone, gradually faded, replaced by unprecedented seriousness and gravity... He stood up and looked toward the depths of the Sighing Wilderness, as if waiting in full battle array.

"...Mm?"

Just then, he seemed to perceive something, and his expression was a bit strange.

Master raised his hand and grabbed into the void, and a curtain was pulled aside by him. After fumbling for a moment, a figure crossed hundreds of miles of space and was dragged directly out of the void curtain by him.

It was a young man covered in wounds. The murderous aura of the ancient Soldier God Dao drifted from him, but at this moment, his breath was as weak as a thread, and he was unsteady on his feet.

Seeing this figure, Master couldn't help but tsk:

"They are fighting, why do you have to come and join in the fun? They have both recovered to the ninth order, and you? You're just idle..."

Master swung his palm, slashing directly at Jian Changsheng's neck. At this moment, Jian Changsheng, whose eyes were pitch black, reacted extremely quickly and subconsciously wanted to counterattack, but perhaps because of his serious injuries, his speed was still a beat slower...

As Master's palm hit him, the power of the Opera God Dao surged into his body, and the latter rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

After doing all this, Master looked up again and looked forward...

His brows frowned slightly.

At the end of the shattered horizon, a figure holding a bright red paper umbrella was walking slowly toward here;