Chapter 616: Brother, You Smell So Good

Author: Sanjiu YinyuWord Count: 1278

“Exactly. That’s why the Jingtian Cult must first summon the corresponding Ashen Realm before calling forth the World Destroyer,” Meihua said, nodding. “Once you are within the Ashen Realm where the World Destroyer resides, bleeding will first attract the World Destroyer from that specific area, effectively acting as a targeted summon.”

As Meihua finished speaking, she seemed to realize something and suddenly paused. “Wait!”

“If it attracts indiscriminately…”

“Hahahahahahaha!” Red Heart Nine burst into laughter, watching the Jingtian cultists kowtowing devoutly. “It seems we picked the right time to join the fun…”

“Supreme Jingtian, Honored Savior… Supreme Jingtian, Honored Savior… Supreme Jingtian, Honored Savior…”

The cultists’ chanting echoed from a distance. Yang Muxun and Wang Jincheng watched the rising red mist in the distance, their expressions grim.

“We can’t wait any longer!” Yang Muxun declared resolutely. “Although we’re still short on manpower… if we wait any longer, we don’t know whether reinforcements or the World Destroyer will arrive first.”

Yang Muxun took a deep breath. His black-and-white spotted top billowed without a breeze. He parted his lips and suddenly roared! But strangely, even though he opened his mouth to shout, no sound emerged. Simultaneously, a massive speech bubble rapidly expanded from the void behind him. Like a dialogue box in a comic book, dark brushstrokes outlined the bubble’s edge, rising from the corner of Yang Muxun’s mouth. In the real world, it seemed to possess no thickness, like an artifact from another dimension. At the center of this speech bubble, several characters rapidly enlarged as well!

“—KILL!”

Qingshen Dao, the Cartoonist Path.

The next moment, a "!" dialogue box appeared above the heads of the other Floating Painting members surrounding the Big Dipper Conglomerate. They instantly dashed towards the Jingtian Cult, following Yang Muxun.

Seeing this, Wang Jincheng also took a deep breath and quickly followed behind Yang Muxun. Although Yang Muxun had told him to stay put, manpower was indeed insufficient now. Wang Jincheng was a Sixth-tier combatant and an absolutely indispensable force. If he didn't act now, the Floating Painting group’s chances of winning would likely be slim.

The sudden assault by the Floating Painting members did not surprise the Jingtian cultists in the slightest. They made no move, continuing to kneel and kowtow in the pool of blood, chanting the name of “Supreme Jingtian, Honored Savior.” As blood poured from their wrists, their faces grew increasingly pale.

Boom—!!

An earth-shattering explosion ripped from the front of the Big Dipper Conglomerate. Several gigantic skeletal beasts smashed through the few remaining intact buildings, rushing towards the intensely agitated Divine Path energies!

Yang Muxun led the charge. He grabbed at the void with both hands, and black pencil strokes instantly outlined, like visually impactful explosion effects in a comic book, detonating simultaneously in all directions around him!

Boom! Boom! Boom!—!!

More than a dozen black-and-white explosion effects encircled the area, their thunderous roar engulfing the surging calamities and surrounding buildings. After a brief moment of pallor, all calamities below Fifth-tier were obliterated, leaving only a few severely wounded high-tier calamities rapidly approaching!

Yang Muxun snorted. A large gourd-shaped fan materialized in his hand. Black and white flame effects danced around the fan, emitting a heart-stopping aura! But the next moment, the fan in his hand suddenly vibrated violently, and the black and white flames shot aimlessly in all directions, covering the ground with fire and almost accidentally injuring his teammates who were seizing the opportunity to rush towards the Jingtian cultists.

Seeing this, Yang Muxun’s heart leaped. He immediately dissipated the gourd-shaped fan in his hand, his expression extremely grim. “Damn it…”

The large concentration of Jingtian cultists had too strong an influence on Divine Path energies. Even as a Seventh-tier expert, Yang Muxun couldn't completely stabilize his skills. The more powerful and dangerous the ability, the easier it was to be affected and potentially harm others. Here, even with Yang Muxun’s immense power, it was greatly diminished.

Fortunately, the recent explosion had bought some time for the other Floating Painting members. Wang Jincheng slammed one hand onto the ground, and the soil beneath his feet seemed to come alive, carrying his body through the gaps between the calamities as if he were land-surfing. At the same time, Wang Jincheng plunged one hand into the soil, and the next second pulled out a Sword in the Stone, which he swung whistling towards the outermost Jingtian cultist!

Crack—!

A head was cleanly severed.

Gushing blood sprayed from the cultist's neck, gurgling into the churning crimson ocean. As the total volume of blood dramatically increased, the red mist emanating from beside the two bishops grew even denser!

Wang Jincheng’s expression changed at this sight. He sharply shifted his attention to the two bishops. “Are those two the key?” Although Wang Jincheng didn’t understand the principle of the summoning ritual, the ritual seemed to progress faster after he killed someone. He immediately guessed the crux of the problem, directly abandoning the ordinary cultists and rushing straight towards the two bishops.

However, before Wang Jincheng could surge much further, the soil beneath him spontaneously cracked and lost its responsiveness. He staggered forward due to inertia, and even when he finally regained his balance, the pain from his old wounds made him grit his teeth, and his vision momentarily blurred, almost causing him to fall. The closer he got to the two bishops, the more chaotic the Divine Path energy within him became. Wang Jincheng heard a sneering laugh rapidly approaching. He tried to raise his hand to control the earth for defense, but he couldn't. In desperation, he could only cross his arms in front of his chest, and a powerful force instantly struck his forearms!

Bang—!

Wang Jincheng was sent flying backward like a broken kite!

A Red Robed Bishop had somehow appeared at his location, still in the posture of a kick. His bare body was exposed to the air, exuding a primal wildness and power.

“Hooch, hooch, hooch!”

He pounded his fists repeatedly on his chest, letting out excited cheers. His sharp eyes scanned the other rapidly approaching figures, and a fanged grin unconsciously spread across his lips…

Meanwhile.

Big Dipper Conglomerate, underground.

A shadow centipede glided silently and smoothly through the soil, as natural as a python in water, moving incredibly fast.

“…This is it,” Liu Qingyan said, pointing upwards. “Most of the threads lead here.”

“Excellent.”

Chen Ling was about to say something when a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils. He paused slightly, looking around, seemingly searching for the source of the scent.

“Lord Chen Ling, what’s wrong?” Liu Qingyan asked, puzzled.

Chen Ling did not answer. In the deep underground, nothing else was visible to the naked eye. He looked down at the giant shadow centipede at his feet, hesitated for a moment, then squatted down and sniffed its head.

Chen Ling unconsciously licked his lips. “Brother… you smell so good.”

The Centipede: !!!!!!!!