Chapter 1068: Story's End?

Click-clack—click-clack—

The sound of bones growing echoed in the wailing wind.

Even though Han Meng was prepared, his mind still reeled the instant he saw this scene. The withered human skin visibly filled out, like dry, shriveled wild grass slowly rising again from fire and earth. At the same time, an overwhelming Asura's killing intent, like raging flames breaking free from their shackles, surged violently towards the sky!

Boom!

Fierce winds raged everywhere, and killing intent permeated the air. A tattered Enforcer's trench coat slowly rose into the air, and blood-stained fingers beckoned, causing a black spear to fly from the depths of the distant ruins!

Beneath the Enforcer's trench coat, the lady's white shirt was almost entirely dyed crimson. But the next moment, the congealed blood slowly flowed back into her body. Amidst the intertwining flesh and blood, the outline of a head emerged...

"King of Silver..." Hong Xiu's hoarse voice rasped from her not-yet-fully-healed vocal cords.

"Get... out here!!!"

Swoosh!

Hong Xiu swung her arm, and the spear created a sonic boom in the air. Surging killing intent intertwined at the spear's tip, carrying immense momentum as it shot directly into the Boundless Domain!

In the blink of an eye, the spearhead, filled with Asura's wrath, traversed dozens of miles!

This tremendous sound startled almost everyone in the city. Except for Chen Ling, Zhao Yi and the others turned back in confusion, but their eyes couldn't keep up with the spear's speed. By the time they realized what was happening, a spear had already flown past Chen Ling...

...and accurately impaled itself in front of the three Envoys of Judgment!

Thump!

The shockwave from this spear almost pushed Jian Changsheng and the others back several steps. They shielded themselves from the incoming dust and sand with their hands, their eyes wide with astonishment. Only the serene, crimson theatrical robe, as if having anticipated everything, stood calmly before the three Envoys, its wearer's back straight and robes fluttering.

"This is..."

The Butcher and the other two saw the appearance of the spear, and their expressions gradually grew solemn.

They looked up to see two black Enforcer's trench coats walking side-by-side amidst the swirling dust. A man and a woman, their demeanor cold and grim, like avengers from the extreme northern lands.

Hong Xiu and Han Meng, one on the left and one on the right, stopped beside Chen Ling.

Even though a crimson theatrical robe was sandwiched between the two Enforcer's trench coats, this didn't diminish their collective identity. They were the survivors of the Aurora Domain's destruction, and the only three Enforcers left in the world.

The King of Silver probably never imagined that at the last moment, the ones to overthrow this "Thieves' Empire" would be the three "Enforcers" from the Aurora Domain.

Before this, the world might never have heard the title "Enforcer." But after today, "Enforcer" would surely become renowned throughout the land.

Sun Bumian saw the three standing side-by-side, and a thought struck him. With a mischievous grin, he said to Jian Changsheng:

"Spades, Chen Ling has gone over to the Enforcers again!"

"What?!"

Jian Changsheng snapped back to reality, gritted his teeth, and charged forward, becoming the "fourth person" beside the trio. He felt Han Meng and Hong Xiu's confused side-glances, yet he stared straight ahead at the three Envoys, nodding firmly with an air of one deeply concerned for the nation and its people:

"Well done, Hearts! You're truly one of us from the Twilight Society!"

Chen Ling: ...?

"No way, Chen Ling has to come with us, the Fusion Faction!" Zhao Yi blinked, as if realizing something, then slapped the skeletal direwolf's head. Man and wolf shot forward to Chen Ling's side in a flash, their wanderer's cloaks fluttering in the wind, their aura fully unleashed.

Enforcers, the Twilight Society, the Fusion Faction—members of three different factions crowded around Chen Ling, as if subtly squabbling over something. Chen Ling looked left, then right, with suspicion... Then, as if recalling something, a faint smile played on his lips.

Zhao Yi, Han Meng, Little Jian, Hong Xiu... and Chen Ling.

Former friends from the Aurora Domain, though now in different factions, had come together under the guidance of destiny. Perhaps the Aurora Domain had never truly disappeared; instead, it had transformed into a belief, shared among the five.

They represented the "Aurora Domain."

Watching this scene, Chen Ling was lost in thought until Han Meng, noticing his strange expression, proactively asked:

"What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," Chen Ling replied, shaking his head slightly as he snapped out of his reverie. "I just feel like this scene... is like 'the end of a story.'"

Crisis descends, winds gather, old friends return, fighting side-by-side, striking at the heart of the enemy... Everything before him gave Chen Ling an unreal warmth. If the stage of his life needed an ending, perhaps this moment would be the best, the most perfectly happy conclusion.

Unfortunately, Chen Ling could not control his own life. On this stage, he was a "performer" being manipulated, not a "director" manipulating others.

"Deal with them, and the King of Silver will be a general without an army."

Chen Ling took a deep breath, bringing his thoughts back to the present. His eyes glinted. "Listen to my command in a bit... Before the sun sets, we will take control of the situation."

"Kill them all!" Jian Changsheng yelled fiercely, then, feeling the sharp gazes of the three opponents, quietly took half a step back.

The next moment, Hong Xiu shot forward like an arrow released from a bow!

Hong Xiu was incredibly powerful, so much so that even the King of Silver couldn't fully defeat her. Under the killing intent of the Asura's Chief, only the Butcher among the three Envoys of Judgment took a proactive half-step forward, while the other two wore extremely grave expressions.

Hong Xiu fighting one against three? While not impossible, it wasn't Chen Ling's "optimal script."

"Tian Huai, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Ling infused the "Mind-Word Secret Art" into his shout, turning his head abruptly as he called out. The sound penetrated Tian Huai's mind like a sword. Tian Huai, who had just finished the memory exchange, suddenly opened his eyes wide!

Chen Ling could have waited for Han Meng to awaken Hong Xiu before safely dealing with the Envoys of Judgment, but he didn't. Instead, he risked confronting Tian Huai immediately, his goal being to separate the four Envoys.

No matter how strong Hong Xiu was, she couldn't fight one against four. But if he could convert Tian Huai into an ally first, the situation would turn into two against three...

This was also why Chen Ling had the confidence to refuse Zhao Yi and directly confront the Envoys of Judgment.

Tian Huai had already assimilated all the memories. He slammed his hands onto the ground, launching himself directly into the air, his black silver-cloud robe fluttering wildly in the wind!

"Tian Huai, are you just going to betray us like that?" The Farmer, standing on a vine monster, couldn't help but ask upon seeing this.

"It's not me who betrayed you... it's 'us'," Tian Huai said, raising his hand slightly. A pitch-black eighth-tier puppet and several Earth Fiends materialized from the void above his head. "The King of Silver manipulated us... I know you might not believe it now, but you'll understand once you've tasted Chen Ling's bullet."