Chapter 1220: Pollution Disaster

Chapter 1220: Turbid CatastropheBy Sanyin YinyuWord Count: 1242

Xiao Chunping didn't understand what Han Xiang meant. She frowned, withdrew her gaze, and muttered, "At his age, what hero is he trying to be..."

Han Xiang chuckled, lightly stroking the whiskers at the corner of his mouth. His gaze fell upon the three colossal trees and the saprophytic tide that were now close at hand. "How many years has it been since you and I last fought together?"

"I don't know, it must be twenty years."

"Are you confident?"

Beneath Xiao Chunping's silver hair, her eyes gleamed with pride and battle intent, as if she had shed more than a decade from her age. She was full of spirit, her momentum unstoppable.

"We'll risk our lives. Although we can't kill them all, we should be able to hold them off for a few minutes."

"A few minutes... that's enough."

An embroidered dragon soared, two figures standing atop it. The next second, the vast saprophytic tide and roots completely swallowed their forms.

"Your Majesty, Han Xiang, he..." Fu Kun saw this scene and opened his mouth, his eyes red.

Ying Fu didn't answer, merely gazing silently at the writhing tide. His purplish-gold eyes were as deep as a lake; no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.

Beside him, Chen Ling's fists slowly clenched.

BOOM—!!! An earth-shattering roar erupted from the dark, oppressive tide. The next second, the cries of a dragon and a phoenix echoed simultaneously from the depths of the Turbid Flesh Forest!

An embroidered dragon could be seen roaring as it tore through endless roots. As its body twisted wildly, vast quantities of silk threads were drawn from within it, reweaving themselves in the void, as if to embroave a new picture across the sky...

And the moment the embroidered dragon broke through, a black phoenix, interwoven with ink, struck across the sky. Like ink stains freely written by a brush on a page, it flowed across the colossal embroidered picture!

Suzhou embroidery formed the picture; brushstrokes became words. Amidst those two immensely powerful storms of spiritual energy, a towering Suzhou embroidery painting was rapidly taking shape!

This painting was like a screen, isolating all the plants emerging from the crevice. Dense roots and branches attempted to break through it, but for a time, they could only make indentations on the surface of the embroidered picture!

Whether it was Chen Ling, Ying Fu, the Whitehands of Bureau 749, or the ordinary people, everyone was stunned by this colossal painting... But soon, Ying Fu's voice rang out from above: "Hurry and go!"

Everyone suddenly snapped back to reality, finally tearing their gaze away from the painting. They seized the opportunity while no calamity was following them and sprinted into the distance!

Chen Ling had not expected Xiao Chunping to so resolutely stay behind to cover their retreat, nor had he expected Han Xiang to join her... Even more surprising was how powerful they became when working together, managing to cut off a portion of the calamitous flood.

But there was no doubt... he knew Xiao Chunping would never return.

This aged woman, already in very poor health when Chen Ling arrived at the Suzhou Embroidery Museum, had further exhausted herself battling along the way and being exposed to radiation. This time, she had risked her life to cover everyone's retreat. That colossal embroidered picture was not something of her rank that could be easily performed.

At the same time, the spiritual energy of Ying Fu, who was beside him, suddenly began to plummet.

From its original peak at Tier 6, it plummeted all the way down, finally barely stopping at the threshold of Tier 6... Had he not subdued many subjects last night, he would likely have fallen back to Tier 5 by now.

"Your Majesty, Han Xiang, he..." Fu Kun began, then hesitated.

"Han Xiang is gone," Ying Fu said, a complex emotion flashing deep in his eyes. "When all of this is over... we will give him a grand burial."

Fu Kun nodded.

In the distance, Sun Bumian, who was entangled with two Ghost Dao envoys, also turned to look in the direction of the painting.

"...How long has it been since I last saw such a sight?" Sun Bumian murmured with a mix of emotion and sadness. "This era has lost two more true inheritors..."

"Sun Bumian, are you still looking around?" Su Xi saw that Sun Bumian clearly wasn't taking them seriously, became furious, and charged forward aggressively again.

The Awakened Lion continued to maneuver in the air with the two envoys, while the people from the shelter ran further and further away. Just then, an unexpected change occurred!

In the center of the painting that blocked the crevice, a mound-like bulge suddenly appeared. The next second, a sharp explosive sound came from behind it, and an enormous super-root directly pierced through it!!

THUD—!!! A strong wind, mixed with a putrid stench, swept across the ground, nearly knocking over the fleeing civilians.

They turned back in shock, only to see an incredibly thick plant root that had, at some point, squeezed out from the largest crevice... The root was so massive that it crushed the smaller calamities that had barely managed to emerge at the edge into pulp. With just one strike, it had punched a large hole through the painting that was supposed to block the saprophytic tide for several minutes!

"That's..." Sensing the world-destroying aura emanating from the giant root, Chen Ling's pupils abruptly constricted!

Ying Fu's expression immediately turned extremely grim. "A Turbid Catastrophe... even it has been disturbed??"

"How could this happen..." Fu Kun, his face pale from the world-destroying aura, muttered to himself, "The painting Han Xiang forged with his life, it was just broken like that??"

A super-root lifted above the ruins, as if a gigantic creature was extending an arm from the depths of the Turbid Flesh Forest, effortlessly blocking out the sunlight...

The root's surface was covered with veins, breathing rhythmically, as if sensing the air and moisture of this world. And the end of the root, as if it had eyes, looked towards the evacuating civilians.

No, not just the civilians. It seemed to sense something, constantly rotating along their running path, finally locking onto Wushan, where the 7012 Underground Project was located. The veins on its surface continuously pulsed, as if it had found a large source of food!

"It can sense the 7012 Underground Project through such deep layers of earth??" Sun Bumian, realizing its intention, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Seeing the super-root that had pierced the crevice, Kong Wang and Su Xi both froze. Although they too were surprised and bewildered by the monster's appearance, Su Xi, after a long silence, slowly spoke: "I told you long ago, it's not that easy to defy fate and change destiny..."

"Back then, you couldn't even change your master's fate... let alone theirs?"

Hearing this, Sun Bumian's heart trembled.

"Damn it, it's targeted us and the underground project." Ying Fu decisively turned to Chen Ling. "Quick, think of something."

"What??? What can I do?!" Chen Ling was somewhat speechless.

"You are a Mockery Calamity. Here, only you might be able to contain it... No, you might even be able to kill it!"

Ying Fu looked into Chen Ling's eyes, his tone extremely serious. "If we don't deal with this Turbid Catastrophe, everyone will die today!"