Chapter 1086: The Advance of Zhao Yi

**Chapter 1086: Zhao Yi's Advance**

"It's fortunate it's him... fortunate that he's a demigod who emerged from the Asura path."

Seeing Jian Changsheng regenerate from a single drop of blood, looking smug and triumphant, Chen Ling felt a slight sense of relief. When he saw Jian Changsheng instantly killed by Mocking Calamity moments ago, Chen Ling was indeed startled. However, realizing his opponent belonged to the Asura path, he felt considerably more at ease.

Had it been any other demigod from a different divine path, they likely wouldn't have survived Mocking Calamity. Even if they could endure that initial wave of lethal moves, the next would surely finish them. However, Asuras are arguably the most difficult beings to kill in the world. An eighth-tier Crimson Sleeve could battle the Silver King for half a day, relying on her terrifying vitality, and remained alive even after being decapitated and having her bones extracted. How much more resilient would a demigod-level Asura be? He's like a persistent burr, unkillable and impossible to shake off. He's absolutely perfect for distracting Mocking Calamity on his behalf!

Yet Chen Ling knew full well that no matter how Jian Changsheng had acquired his demigod power, it couldn't last forever. If he failed to reclaim his body before Jian Changsheng's strength waned, everything would still lead to ruin.

Covered in wounds, Chen Ling slowly straightened up on the chaotic stage. His gaze, hidden beneath the Nuo mask, swept over the continuous stream of shadows around him. His unyielding fighting spirit surged once more.

"Again!!"

Chen Ling charged towards several shadows, swinging his fists.

Chen Ling had lost count of how many spectators he had knocked down—perhaps dozens, perhaps hundreds. Yet, when he looked down from the stage, the auditorium still appeared empty. This suggested that the number of spectators he had overcome was utterly minuscule compared to the entire audience. Chen Ling couldn't comprehend how so many spectators were crammed onto the stage. There seemed to be no concept of spatial dimensions here; it expanded infinitely to accommodate more people. Whenever Chen Ling looked around, he was met with endless, writhing dark figures, a sight that instilled despair...

*Bang bang bang—*

Chen Ling's fists swung out repeatedly. The flesh on his fingers and the backs of his hands had largely been torn away in the fight, revealing the dark body underneath. Chen Ling wasn't surprised by this; he knew he was also originally a "spectator." On this stage, he lacked human blood vessels, so no matter how intensely he fought, he wouldn't bleed. Only fragmented wounds would be left behind... But in fact, as a spectator, he was already severely wounded.

In the desperate life-and-death struggle, Chen Ling felt his body growing heavier, and the force of each punch becoming weaker. It wasn't that he was growing weaker, but that this spectator's body was nearing its limit. Chen Ling's stamina had a limit, but the number of spectators did not. An endless stream of shadows crowded before Chen Ling, their fists and feet raining down wildly upon him. Pain relentlessly assaulted his mind, yet it was continuously suppressed by his will as he continued to fight madly!

Damn it!Damn it!!!

Even though he was fighting desperately, why could he still not see any hope...?

Chen Ling roared in anger. Even though his vision was gradually blurring, he still straightened his back again and again, swinging his iron fists against fate.

"No... his speed in slaying the malevolence is too slow."

Zhao Yi's gaze was fixed on the red and black flames erupting from Mocking Calamity's body. Anxiety flickered in his eyes. "At this rate, when will he regain control of his body?"

"What's inside him is an extinction-level calamity," the Skeletal Wolf shook its head. "No one has ever integrated with an extinction-level entity, let alone reached the stage of slaying the malevolence. His endurance so far is already a miracle worthy of being recorded in the history of integration theory research. As for completing the malevolence-slaying, or even just controlling a part of Mocking Calamity... that's a pipe dream."

"It's impossible for others, but he's Chen Ling," Zhao Yi said softly. "His specialty is overturning people's perceptions... And if he fails, none of us will escape."

The Skeletal Wolf opened its mouth, but didn't know how to reply.

"So what do you intend to do?"

Zhao Yi pondered for a moment. "Old Wolf," he said, "do you think... he can still hear external voices right now?"

"That's... hard to say," the Skeletal Wolf replied. "Most integrators, when slaying the malevolence, have their five senses sealed off, focusing solely on themselves. But a small number of exceptionally gifted individuals can establish a connection with the outside world during this process."

"Then let's take a gamble!"

Zhao Yi seemed to make up his mind and directly flipped onto the Skeletal Wolf's back. "Old Wolf," he said, "take me closer..."

"Closer to Mocking Calamity??" the Skeletal Wolf couldn't help but ask. "Holy Son, are you mad? What do you intend to do?"

"Since he has entered the malevolence-slaying stage, it means that the Integration School's theories are applicable to him... even if only partially." Zhao Yi paused for a moment. "But he hasn't had theoretical lessons, and he doesn't know how to slay the malevolence. I want to try and establish contact with him; perhaps I can help."

The Skeletal Wolf seemed to want to persuade him further, but considering its current predicament, it reluctantly sighed... If Chen Ling failed, Mocking Calamity would still kill everyone. They had no choice but to stake everything on Chen Ling.

"Alright!"

The Skeletal Wolf lowered its body slightly, its massive calamity form almost prostrating on the ground. Then the surrounding space began to contract like a slingshot. Once Zhao Yi held on tightly, its form shot into the sky like a cannonball, hurtling towards the battlefield where Mocking Calamity and Jian Changsheng fought!

"Why is someone else going up?"

Sun Bumian watched Zhao Yi charge out, his expression filled with confusion. Jian Changsheng dared to charge because he now possessed demigod power. This fellow from the Integration School wasn't particularly strong. Was he going up to seek death?

Equally puzzled was Jian Changsheng, currently fiercely entangled with Mocking Calamity. He had already been killed a second time by then. Endless demigod killing intent spread across the sky, and sensing someone approaching the battlefield, he immediately looked down...

"What is he doing here?"

Jian Changsheng frowned deeply. After a brief hesitation, he flew through the air with his long sword, positioning himself as much as possible between Mocking Calamity and Zhao Yi, using his sea of killing intent to separate them. Jian Changsheng didn't know Zhao Yi's intentions, but he believed that Zhao Yi stepping forward at this moment must signify something important. Therefore, his task was to hold back Mocking Calamity as much as possible and ensure Zhao Yi's safety.

Standing on the Skeletal Wolf's back, with the fierce wind whistling past his ears, Zhao Yi looked up and met Jian Changsheng's gaze across the sea of killing intent. An unspoken understanding arose between them...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath as intricate incantations crawled across his cheeks. He used all his strength to shout upwards:

"Chen Ling!!!!"

"I believe you can hear me!!"

"Concentrate!! Every single word I say next! You must listen carefully..."