Chapter 958: What Do You Know

The pale light illuminated Chen Ling's body. He came to his senses and saw the head and pool of blood on the ground, his heart trembling slightly...

An inexplicable sense of nausea surged into his heart, making him almost vomit on the spot.

He gripped the boning knife, took a deep breath, and familiar instincts took control of his body once again, quickly suppressing the discomfort in his heart.

Chen Ling's current memory was chaotic, and it had been stuffed with the memories of Fang Liangye. Fang Liangye had never seen such a bloody scene in his life, let alone killed someone with his own hands.

But Fang Liangye was just an ordinary person, while Chen Ling's subconscious was hundreds of times stronger. The influence of Fang Liangye's memories on Chen Ling's behavior was minimal; whether it was his speech habits or thought patterns, Chen Ling's personality remained dominant... Coupled with this body's monstrous combat instincts, Chen Ling didn't even need to think when attacked; he simply tanked the bullet and killed the sniper in return!

The part belonging to Fang Liangye only reacted after everything had happened, giving this body some delayed response.

Whirrr—

The helicopter rotors roared in the air.

Countless eyes were fixed on the blood-red figure standing with a knife under the pale light. The moment he slowly raised his eyes, everyone's hearts trembled involuntarily.

"Is this the legendary 'Ghost Mockery'?"

"...He actually tanked Luo Ying's bullet? Is he crazy?"

"He's a monster to begin with; you can't understand him with common sense."

"Luo Ying's bullets prevent self-healing. His wounds won't close. If this continues, he'll bleed to death even if we do nothing."

"He's at the end of his rope. Seize the opportunity!"

"...Static!!"

The moment Chen Ling raised his eyes, the communication between the helicopters was instantly cut off, and everyone's voices came to an abrupt halt.

At the same time, Chen Ling grasped toward the sky, and all the helicopters suffered power overloads. Sparks erupted inside and outside the cabins, and they spiraled out of control toward the ground, crashing into several pillars of fire.

But among those participating in the siege, besides heavily armed ordinary people, there were many Divine Path possessors. They used their respective abilities to leap down, chasing after the rapidly retreating bright red opera robe.

The Cloud Step was pushed to its limit, and the wild wind brushed past Chen Ling's ears.

He looked at the blurry path ahead in the chaotic night, a continuous stream of power erupting from his broken body, but his heart had already sunk to the bottom...

Although the Divine Path possessors of this era didn't have high ceilings, under the official organization, many of those participating in the siege were at the fifth or sixth rank. Now, Chen Ling was not only exhausted from using [Card] once, but he also had an incurable gunshot wound, and his state was at its absolute worst.

Most importantly, Chen Ling had no idea where he had been hit with a tracking spell. No matter which direction he ran, these people could find him with precision.

"I have no choice but to use that method..."

Even though he had been pushed to a dead end, Chen Ling didn't panic. After a moment of thought, he found the most suitable solution from all the scripts he had read.

Chen Ling reached into his sleeve and felt the flip phone. [Communication Equipment and Electromagnetic Induction Principle] was silently activated, and a message was sent to someone's phone.

Chen Ling's mental energy was gradually exhausted. He scanned the ground below, then, lacking the strength to continue, he fell toward a certain location...

"He's about to collapse!"

In the dim light, someone shouted, and a roaring fireball smashed toward the spot where the bright red opera robe was descending!

Thud—!!

Those "White Hands" capable of long-range strikes held nothing back. A dazzling array of attacks poured toward the front like a torrential downpour, illuminating the pitch-black night sky and causing rolling dust to surge upward.

Even though their vision was obscured, there were those in the crowd who could see Chen Ling's movements. After a while, someone suddenly spoke:

"He has stopped."

The crowd didn't attack again, but instead advanced cautiously through the dust.

A cold wind swept across the wilderness, and the dust gradually dissipated. On the devastated land, a battered figure covered in blood stood before a cliff, coldly staring at the approaching crowd...

One, two, three... eight, nine, ten.

There were ten Divine Path possessors hunting Chen Ling. Chen Ling's gaze swept over them, and he had already memorized the appearance of everyone.

Off-road vehicles approached with a roar and slowly stopped behind these ten people. Dense crowds of figures stepped out of the vehicles, their pitch-black gun muzzles aimed at Chen Ling like a honeycomb, forming a flawless encirclement.

In addition, several armed helicopters hovered in the distance. Having learned from previous encounters, they didn't dare to get any closer to Chen Ling, instead using the missiles mounted under their cabins to deter him.

This was a joint siege of the Divine Path and technology, a true net of heaven and earth for this era.

Seeing this, Chen Ling slowly parted his lips:

"I didn't provoke you... yet you all want my life."

The low voice echoed in the communication channel. Everyone participating in the siege, as well as the high-level officials of Bureau 749 far away in Shanghai, heard Chen Ling's voice.

"That person's prophecy can never be wrong... You are the 'Ghost Mockery' who will destroy the world, the culprit behind the chaotic era." The leader of the Divine Path possessors replied slowly, "Therefore, you must die."

Chen Ling laughed.

He stood on the edge of the cliff in his bright red opera robe, as if mocking everyone's ignorance and stupidity.

"Do you really understand what 'Ghost Mockery Destroys the World' means? Do you really understand what a 'Chaotic Era' is?"

Chen Ling shook his head. "You don't understand anything, nor do you know anything. You just divined a few words that sounded scary and blamed everything on me... You can't even tell if the four words 'Chaotic Era' mean destroying the world or saving it."

Chen Ling's voice echoed in the communication channel. Everyone's brows were tightly furrowed. They looked at the sneering bright red opera robe before them, a hint of hesitation appearing in their eyes...

"Don't be influenced by him." The leading Divine Path possessor spoke immediately.

"Our mission is to kill him. As for whether this decision is right or wrong, it is not for us to consider."

Wisps of warm light emerged from the end of the night. Before they knew it, the time had reached dawn. The sky behind the bright red opera robe turned a pale fish-belly white. Under this natural radiance, all the artificial searchlights locked onto Chen Ling paled in comparison...

"You want my life, I'll give it to you..." Chen Ling stood on the edge of the cliff and slowly spread his arms. The blood-stained bright red opera robe danced wildly under the rising morning sun, like a drifting red butterfly slowly flapping its wings.

"But one day, you will regret everything you did today."

Chen Ling snapped his fingers lightly.

The next moment, an armed helicopter in the distance suddenly lost control. A missile dragged a long tail of flame across the sky, shooting toward the red-clad figure at the end of the cliff!