What Do You Know
The pale light shone on Chen Ling's body. He ca back to his senses and saw the head and pool of blood on the ground, and his heart trembled slightly...
An inexplicable feeling of nausea surged into his heart, making him almost throw up on the spot.
Holding the Bone-Stripping Knife, he took a deep breath. Familiar instincts took over his body again, quickly suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
The current Chen Ling's mories were chaotic, with Fang Liangye's mories stuffed in as well. And Fang Liangye had never seen such a bloody scene in his life, let alone kill soone with his own hands.
But Fang Liangye was just an Ordinary Person. Chen Ling's subconscious was hundreds of tis stronger than his. The impact Fang Liangye's mories could have on Chen Ling's behavior was very small. Whether it was speaking habits or thinking patterns, it was still Chen Ling's personality taking the lead... Coupled with this body's monstrous combat instincts, when Chen Ling was attacked, he didn't even need to think to withstand the bullet and counter-kill the sniper!
The part belonging to Fang Liangye only realized it with hindsight after everything had happened, giving this body so reaction.
Buzz, buzz, buzz—
The propellers of the helicopters roared in the air.
Countless pairs of eyes stared intently at the blood-red figure standing with a knife under the pale light. The mont he slowly looked up, everyone's heart unconsciously trembled.
"This is the rumored 'Ghost Mockery'?"
"...He actually withstood 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 bullet can prevent self-healing, his wound cannot be repaired. Continuing like this, even if he does nothing, he will bleed to death."
"He's already an arrow at the end of its flight, seize the opportunity!"
"...Sizzle!!"
The mont Chen Ling looked up, the communication between the helicopters was instantly cut off, and everyone's voices ca to an abrupt end.
At the sa ti, Chen Ling clenched his palm toward the sky. All the helicopters suffered an electrical overload. Sparks splashed inside and outside the cabins, and they uncontrollably plumted toward the earth, smashing out several pillars of soaring firelight.
But among those participating in the siege, besides fully ard ordinary people, there were also many Divine Path Possessors. They each displayed their abilities, leaping down and chasing after the rapidly departing Great Crimson Theatrical Robe.
Cloud Steps was pushed to the limit, and the fierce wind brushed past Chen Ling's ears.
He looked at the blurry path ahead in the chaotic night. A steady stream of power burst forth from his shattered body, but his heart had already fallen to the bottom...
Although the upper limit of the Divine Path Possessors in this era wasn't high, under the organization of the authorities, there were also quite a few Fifth-Tier and Sixth Stage powerhouses among those participating in the siege against him. The current Chen Ling was not only exhausted and overdrawn from using [Cut] once, but he also suffered an incurable gunshot wound. His condition was already terrible to the extre.
The most important thing was that Chen Ling had absolutely no idea where he had been hit by the tracking spell. No matter which direction he ran, these people could accurately find him.
"I can only use that thod..."
Even though he had been forced into a desperate situation, Chen Ling didn't panic. After pondering slightly, he found the most suitable solution from all The Scripts he had read.
Chen Ling reached his hand into his sleeve and touched the flip phone. "Principles of Communication Devices and Electromagnetic Induction" was silently activated, and a ssage was sent to soone's phone.
Chen Ling's Spiritual Power was gradually exhausted. His gaze swept across the earth below, and then, unable to physically support himself, he fell toward a certain location...
"He can't hold on much longer!"
In the dimness, soone shouted, and a roaring pillar of fire smashed toward the location where the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe landed!
Boom——!!
Those "White Hands" with long-range strike capabilities didn't hold back at all at this mont. Dazzling attacks overwhelmingly surged forward, illuminating the pitch-black night sky with alternating light and dark, and rolling smoke and dust billowed up.
Even though their vision was obscured, there were still existences in the crowd who could clearly see Chen Ling's movents. A mont later, soone suddenly spoke:
"He stopped."
The crowd stopped attacking, and cautiously advanced slowly through the smoke and dust.
A cold wind swept across the Wilderness, and the smoke and dust gradually dissipated. On the devastated earth, a miserable figure covered in blood was standing in front of a cliff, coldly gazing at the approaching crowd...
One, two, three... eight, nine, ten.
There were a total of ten Divine Path Possessors chasing Chen Ling. As Chen Ling's gaze gradually swept across them, he had already morized everyone's appearance.
Off-road vehicles roared as they approached this place, slowly coming to a stop behind these ten people. Densely packed figures got off the vehicles, and pitch-black muzzles aid at Chen Ling like a honeycomb, already forming an encirclent with no blind spots.
Besides these, there were also several ard helicopters hovering in the distance. Having learned from the previous few tis, they didn't dare to approach Chen Ling anymore, but solely relied on the missiles mounted under the cabins to pose a weapon deterrent to Chen Ling.
This was a joint siege of Divine Path and technology. It was the true inescapable net of this era.
Seeing this, Chen Ling slowly opened his lips:
"I didn't provoke you... yet you all want my life."
The deep voice echoed in the communication channel. Whether it was the people participating in the siege at this mont or the higher-ups of Bureau 749 far away in Shanghai, they all heard Chen Ling's voice.
"That person's prophecy will absolutely not be wrong... You are the 'Ghost-Mock World-Ending', the culprit of the turbulent era." The leading Divine Path Possessor answered slowly. "Therefore, you must die."
Chen Ling smiled.
Wearing the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, he stood at the edge of the cliff, as if mocking everyone's ignorance and foolishness.
"Do you really understand what 'Ghost-Mock World-Ending' is? Do you really know what a 'turbulent era' ans?"
Chen Ling shook his head. "You don't understand anything, nor do you know anything. Just because you divined a few terrifying-sounding words, you bla everything on ... You can't even distinguish whether the words 'turbulent era' an destroying the world, or saving it."
Chen Ling's voice echoed in the communication channel, and everyone's brows furrowed tightly. They looked at the sneering Great Crimson Theatrical Robe before them, and a trace of hesitation surfaced in their eyes...
"Don't be influenced by him." The leading Divine Path Possessor imdiately spoke,
"Our mission is to kill him. As for whether this decision is right or wrong, it's not for us to consider."
Wisps of warm light erged from the end of the dark night. Unbeknownst to them, ti had already reached dawn. The sky behind the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe revealed a touch of fish-belly white. Under this natural radiance, all the artificial spotlights locked onto Chen Ling were eclipsed...
"You want my life, I'll give it to you..." Chen Ling stood by the cliff and slowly opened his arms. The bloodstained Great Crimson Theatrical Robe danced wildly in the rising morning sun, like a fluttering red butterfly slowly spreading its wings,
"But one day, you will regret everything you have done today."
Chen Ling gently snapped his fingers.
The next mont, an ard helicopter in the distance suddenly lost control. A missile dragged a long trail of flas under the sky, shooting toward the red figure at the edge of the cliff!
Reviews
All reviews (0)