Chapter 475: Emperor Divine Path VS Mocking Disaster

With a dramatic flourish of sound, the spotlights clicked on above. On the brightly lit stage, a figure in red slowly opened his eyes.

Waking up after death this time, Chen Ling no longer felt the panic of previous awakenings. He calmly surveyed the audience seats, which had a section missing, and his gaze settled on the screen at the front of the stage.

"Expectation value is at 15... very good."

Everything was proceeding according to Chen Ling's plan.

He turned his head, his gaze falling upon the large red curtain. Through a gap in the drapes, he could see the scene unfolding in the performance.

In the sky above the mountains, a monster made of red paper hung suspended in the clouds like a crimson sun. Its slender paper strips, resembling tentacles, stretched and extended at will, and an eerie, scarlet aura dyed half the sky red.

As the paper strips around the red paper monster rapidly contracted towards its center, the next moment, they shot towards the earth like a rain of blood. These red strips, capable of piercing through anything, created countless tiny holes in the mountains and forests, and a wave of crimson began to spread across the land.

Compared to previous times, Chen Ling distinctly felt that "Mockery" was in a far more volatile state this time. Perhaps it was the sheer boredom of being tormented by him in the Ancient Opera Treasury that caused it to unleash its fury on Ying Fu now that it had the chance.

This was precisely what Chen Ling desired. He watched as Ying Fu's figure weaved and dodged through the dense red rain, leaving afterimages across the ravaged landscape. A faint, playful smile curved Chen Ling's lips.

"Is this the joy of being an 'audience' member..."

The original performer had become the audience, and the original audience had begun to perform. The roles on and off stage had reversed according to Chen Ling's plan, and at this moment, he felt as though he had taken his seat in the audience, becoming one of countless spectators enjoying the show.

Boom—!!

With a dull thud, the thousands of red paper strips that had pierced the earth suddenly shifted. Like red snakes slithering across the shattered ground, they swirled inwards, coiling around Ying Fu at the center and completely cutting off all his escape routes.

A dense purple aura swirled within Ying Fu's eyes. His slightly upturned phoenix eyes narrowed, and an unwitting imperial majesty emanated from him. The palatial hall behind him became increasingly solid, its vast imperial energy like a mountain suppressing the void around him, forcefully tearing open a vacuum zone within the crimson vortex.

"A mere beast dares to offend imperial might?" Ying Fu raised his hand, pressing it gently against the earth. Intricate electric arcs pulsed around him, and the shattered ground began to tremble violently.

"Reshape."

As these two words were uttered, the atomic structure of the soil was broken down and reformed. The dancing electric arcs grew even more brilliant, and simultaneously, divine weapons shimmering with a golden luster began to crystallize from the shattered earth.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, and forks—a dazzling array of cold weapons, bewildering to Chen Ling, rose amidst the swirling electric arcs. They hung beside Ying Fu, like blindingly brilliant golden stars.

Immediately after, Ying Fu raised his hand and pointed into the air at the red paper monster.

"Sirius."

A colossal wolf's eye opened from the void, locking onto the volatile red paper monster in mid-air. A mysterious force began to diminish its defenses and reaction speed. Even to the naked eye, it was clear that the red paper monster was suppressed, its movements incredibly sluggish.

The next moment, all the golden divine weapons around Ying Fu simultaneously shot forth. Golden arcs streaked from the ground towards the sky, carrying ear-splitting sonic booms that reverberated through the heavens.

Boom, boom, boom—!!!

Consecutive explosions erupted in the air. Intense flames tore the crimson sky to shreds, and amidst the deafening roars, the red paper monster's body was largely blown apart. Burning fragments of red paper drifted slowly to the ground like a rain of fire.

Witnessing this scene, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly in the theater.

"To suppress 'Mockery' at the same rank? Is this the true power of the Emperor God Dao..."

From the perspective of a third-party observer, Chen Ling could truly appreciate Ying Fu's might. With "Reshape," he could conjure divine weapons at will, and with "Sirius," he possessed the ultimate hunting ability. The combination of these two powers more than doubled Ying Fu's combat effectiveness.

This guy was practically a human missile silo, complete with infinite ammunition, unlimited range, absolute accuracy, and even the ability to remotely weaken an enemy's resistance!

However, defeating "Mockery" wouldn't be so easy.

Audience Expectation Value 1Current Expectation Value: 14

The moment these characters appeared, the shattered red sky surged once more!

The red paper monster, riddled with holes from the initial attack, expanded and regenerated at an astonishing speed. Countless red paper strips intertwined, spreading outwards like a writhing crimson cloud.

Above the swirling red cloud, a massive crimson sun, like an eyeball, stared directly at Ying Fu. Even without any discernible expression, an unprecedented sense of rage and oppression emanated from it.

Ying Fu's brow gradually furrowed.

Although the calamity was still at the fifth rank, he could feel that its aura had surged by several times, making it only a hair's breadth away from the sixth rank.

Even so, Ying Fu showed no signs of retreat. As electric arcs spread around him, a dozen more divine weapons rose from the earth, swiftly soaring towards the sky under Sirius's guidance!

The long golden arcs, like the contrails of missiles, sliced through the sky and slammed into the swirling red cloud, but this time they failed to pierce its body as intended.

Within the red cloud, countless red paper strips surged like waves, enveloping the divine weapons and actively collapsing inwards, effortlessly dissipating their kinetic energy. The red strips then wrapped around them like tentacles, sealing all the divine weapons within.

Moments later, the paper strips unfurled and released, revealing that the divine weapons they had encased were gone. In their place were flat paper strips imprinted with the images of the divine weapons—as if the three-dimensional weapons had been forcefully compressed into two dimensions and sealed within the red cloud.

Witnessing this scene, Ying Fu's pupils contracted slightly.

Before he could react, the red cloud churned once more. The two-dimensional divine weapons were re-materialized into three dimensions and shot back at Ying Fu from the red cloud like a hail of projectiles. Accompanied by ear-splitting sonic booms, violent explosions engulfed Ying Fu.

With the audience expectation value dropping from 1 to 14, the scales of victory tipped once again. Ying Fu, who had initially held the advantage, was now pushed back into a disadvantage.

Watching from the theater, Chen Ling could even sense the "audience" beside him grinning even more brightly.

Were they thoroughly entertained?

Chen Ling's gaze remained on the curtain. Amidst the surging flames, a figure swiftly flew out. However, this time, he did not attack the red cloud again but wisely began to race away, beyond its range!