Chapter 118: The Only Crimson

As the blood-red figure was slammed into the earth, an endless tide of shadows followed. Dense shadow centipedes swarmed over Han Meng, biting his body, piling up almost as high as a small mountain from a distance.

The next moment, the mountain of shadows exploded with a roar. Numerous centipedes were disintegrated into nothingness by continuous gunfire, and a figure burst out from within like a cannonball, rushing towards the distant canyon with unstoppable momentum!

Just then, the enormous shadow centipede mother blocked Han Meng's path.

Han Meng's blood-stained face showed no significant emotional fluctuations, nor any despair. He swept his hand behind his waist, and a short blade flew out, transforming into a cold gleam that rapidly shot towards the mother's head!

Slender shadows spewed from the holes in the mother's head, instantly catching the shadow of the short blade. The blade immediately froze in mid-air, while Han Meng's figure rapidly charged towards the mother, lightly brushing his palm over the surface of the restrained blade.

“Judgment,” he said coldly.

Boom!

The short blade vibrated, and the power of judgment immediately disintegrated the surrounding shadows into nothingness. It then turned into a lightning bolt, tearing a bloody gash in the mother's torso, and a piercing shriek immediately resounded through the sky.

Han Meng raised his hand, and the short blade automatically flew back into his palm. He seized the opportunity to bypass the mother's blockade, using his last bit of strength to move towards the canyon.

Just then, a fierce wind swept down from above him again!

More than ten bone spurs instantly pierced Han Meng's body. He grunted, and his movements immediately slowed. Enduring the severe pain, he turned and fired several shots at the rapidly approaching bone eagle, forcing it back into mid-air, while he himself stumbled backward.

Under the combined assault of two fifth-tier calamities, Han Meng's body had long reached its limit. Even the most promising five-tattoo enforcers in Aurora City couldn't have lasted this long... Unfortunately, his persistence and tenacity had no audience.

“Just a little more…” Han Meng felt the surging energy within him, a bitter expression appearing in his eyes.

Several pebbles rolled from his feet, falling into the one-line-sky canyon.

The pierced shadow centipede roared in fury, its massive body rapidly rushing forward. The pale skeletal giant eagle circled in mid-air for a moment, then also swooped down, its sharp beak tearing through the air with booming sounds.

The aura of the two fifth-tier calamities swept over like an irresistible furious wave, overwhelming everything!

Han Meng took a deep breath, dragged his wounded body, and leaped backward, his figure plummeting like a stubborn rock falling from a cliff.

The canyon was extremely narrow, only about a meter wide. Looking up from the bottom, only a sliver of sky was visible... The shadow centipede's massive body squeezed at the cliff edge for a long time, but could only force half its head inside. As for the larger bone eagle, it could only poke its beak in.

They furiously slammed into the cliffs on both sides. The entire canyon subtly trembled, and dense rubble rolled down from the cliff top, but it did not completely collapse.

Han Meng's body rapidly plummeted. The height of over two hundred meters caused the two calamities to quickly recede from him. Just as he was about to crash headfirst into the canyon floor, his last bit of mental energy was furiously consumed, and his body flew up several meters again, before finally falling to the ground.

“Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough…”

The bone spurs embedded further into his body. Han Meng lay weakly on the ground, coughing violently, scarlet blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth…

He glanced at the 'one-line-sky' above his head. The two calamities were still continuously slamming against the cliffs, but could no longer harm him in the slightest.

Han Meng's physical strength and mental energy had completely dried up. If he hadn't observed this advantageous terrain beforehand and rushed here with all his might, he would probably be dead now, surrounded by the two calamities.

However, before he could sigh in relief, he saw the shadow centipede mother voluntarily move aside. Moments later, the tide-like shadow centipedes one by one climbed down from the cliff top, forcing their way against the cliff walls on both sides, approaching him.

The mother's size was insufficient to pass through here, but these offspring could barely manage. Seeing this, Han Meng gritted his teeth and forced himself to get up from the ground, dragging his riddled body, and moved deeper into the one-line-sky.

Could it be that he was truly going to die here today?

Normally, even if hundreds of offspring gathered, Han Meng could calmly slaughter them all. But now his mental energy and physical strength were exhausted, and he could barely use a single skill.

If he didn't die at the hands of the two fifth-tier calamities in the end, but was instead torn to shreds by these trash offspring, that would be far too humiliating.

Han Meng's blood-soaked hands clutched the rock walls on both sides, as he painstakingly moved forward... Meanwhile, the shadow centipedes were still very fast, and the distance between them rapidly closed!

Just then, a figure dressed in vibrant red slowly walked from the front of the narrow path.

The moment he saw that splash of red, Han Meng froze. This was the first time he had seen any color other than black, white, and gray in this world... In this monotonous and oppressive world, that scarlet hue was so vibrant, demonic, and strange. Therefore, even from hundreds of meters away, Han Meng immediately noticed him.

At that moment, the hairs on Han Meng's body stood on end. He abruptly stopped... His gaze towards the front was as if facing a formidable enemy.

This was the Grey World!

Humans simply could not survive for long here. Furthermore, maintaining such vivid colors in the Grey World was inherently extremely bizarre... Regardless of whether that thing was humanoid, Han Meng did not believe it was human.

He squinted, trying to see the 'person's' face, but as the figure flicked his sleeve, a dark mask appeared out of thin air, covering his face as if by magic.

It was an exaggerated smiling face; the eyes were two pools of crimson, and the crescent-shaped red mouth curved into an exaggerated arc, with the corners nearly reaching his ears.

At first glance, it resembled a clown's absurd smile. But the longer he stared at the mask, the more bizarre the smile seemed, holding a hint of mockery within its playfulness, inadvertently filling him with dread.

This mask was an impromptu creation by Chen Ling, modeled after the audience.

Han Meng had saved his life, so Chen Ling naturally couldn't let him die before his eyes. But this was the Grey World, and he absolutely couldn't appear as Enforcer Chen Ling, as many things would be unexplainable… Therefore, he had to disguise himself.

Although his Anamorphic form had already changed his original face, Han Meng's terrifying ability to observe micro-expressions still made him wary. To be safe, he still chose to conjure a mask to cover his face.

Under this double disguise, he didn't believe Han Meng could find any clues.

The large red opera robe swayed with his steps. The dark smiling face drew closer and closer to Han Meng, whose muscles tensed all over. In this oppressive gray world, the atmosphere seemed to congeal…

Just then, a low voice slowly emerged from beneath the dark mask:

“…Move.”