Chapter 698: Again, We Meet

Boom—!!

The air surged, and Wang Jincheng, like a kite with a broken string, plummeted from the top of the torn-up earth to the ground.

Amidst the swirling dust, a blood-soaked Wang Jincheng staggered to his feet. He felt a chill on his scalp. He instinctively raised a hand to touch it, only to find that his once thick and abundant black hair was now largely gone, leaving only a few sparse strands clinging to the edges, with a smooth, bald patch in the center.

"Damn it!!!" Wang Jincheng cursed furiously, ignoring his injuries as he immediately bent down to search for his lost toupee.

Wang Jincheng's baldness was hereditary; perhaps due to his ancestors being affected by radiation, male pattern baldness had plagued his family for generations. Wang Jincheng could never forget the look in his father's eyes when he gifted him a brand-new toupee on his coming-of-age day... That head of dark, thick hair was his pride, his very essence.

Since becoming director, Wang Jincheng had never been in such a sorry state. He frantically retrieved the toupee from the mud, his eyes lighting up.

But before he could reach for it and put it back on, a figure in a black robe lifted their foot and forcefully stomped on it, grinding it deep into the mud.

"So, he's a bald man," the figure sneered. "The Chairman was right; people from the Mortal Realm are all freaks."

"You!!!"

Those words were like a knife plunged into Wang Jincheng's heart, hurting even more than his physical wounds.

He glared furiously at the black-robed figure, about to act, when the figure suddenly spoke:

"Wounds fester."

As these two words were uttered, Wang Jincheng's body trembled as if struck by electricity. His wounds, which had been bleeding, suddenly began to ooze pus, and an indescribable stench emanated from them.

Wang Jincheng felt his body growing increasingly weak, barely able to lift a hand. He knew this was the power of the Shaman God Path, but he was already at his limit and powerless to resist.

Then, a second phrase was uttered by the black-robed figure:

"Legs paralyzed."

Thud—

Wang Jincheng's legs buckled, and he lost his balance, collapsing directly into the muddy ground.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes. He plunged one hand into the soil and, in the next moment, pulled out a stone sword. But before he could swing it, the black-robed figure spoke again:

"Piercing agony."

Excruciating pain instantly overwhelmed Wang Jincheng. He felt as if he were being torn apart, every bone and muscle grating. The stone sword he held clattered to the ground.

Wang Jincheng's face was contorted in a grimace, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the black-robed figure and the surging silver torrent around them. His gaze was filled with unwillingness...

The halls were all destroyed, the city gates lost, and the silver torrent was flattening the city. Even the underground shelters would be exposed... Even the Embroidered Map Realm in the sky was on the verge of collapse.

Although Wang Jincheng was unwilling to admit it, in this Realm War, the Mortal Realm had indeed been defeated.

"There's no need to resist futilely," the black-robed figure said, slowly bending down to pick up the stone sword. After weighing it in their hand, they aimed it at Wang Jincheng's neck.

"You will all become nourishment for Lord Wuji... achieving eternal life alongside him."

With those words, the black-robed figure suddenly raised the stone sword and brought it down forcefully towards Wang Jincheng's neck!

The next moment, an unexpected change occurred!

The ground beneath the black-robed figure's feet suddenly began to tremble violently, as if something was rapidly approaching from underground. Cracks even started to appear on the surface.

Wang Jincheng seemed to sense something and paused in slight surprise.

Boom—!!

The ground burst open, and a colossal shadow burst forth. A long black tongue coiled around the black-robed figure's body like a spring, instantly pulling them into the giant shadow's mouth!

The giant shadow leaped from the ground, hovered for a moment, then crashed back down like a meteorite!

BOOM!!!

Dust flew everywhere. Wang Jincheng, still reeling from what had just happened, looked on in astonishment amidst the dust... There, a mountain-like shadow toad stood amidst the ruins, a thunderous hum echoing from deep within its massive maw.

"Calamity?!" Wang Jincheng was stunned to see the colossal toad.

Before he could fully comprehend, in the direction of the main city, a giant shadow python coiled itself around a towering bell tower. As it flicked its crimson tongue, its massive head turned towards the surging silver torrent!

A pitch-black Calamity Domain, like thick ink dropped into clear water, rapidly expanded outwards from its center.

Wherever this domain spread, all matter seemed to be stained black: crumbling ruins, surviving skyscrapers, fragmented stones, withered tree trunks...

Then, these materials gradually lost their spatial dimensions, visibly flattening as if turning into their own shadows. With a slight shimmer, they transformed into thousands of shadow serpents, swarming towards the silver torrent and the city gate battleground!

The unstoppable silver torrent clashed with the shadow army, directly transforming an entire district of the main city into a chaotic battlefield!

Wang Jincheng stared blankly at the scene, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment...

"The Ghost Taunt Abyss... broke its seal now? That's too much of a coincidence."

Before Wang Jincheng could even celebrate his narrow escape, the mountain-like shadow toad suddenly leaped up like a cannonball, "flying" into the clouds in an instant. Then, with absolute weight and oppressive force, it crashed down towards Wang Jincheng!

Indiscriminate attack?!!

Wang Jincheng's heart sank. Any glimmer of hope he had just harbored instantly died. Fortunately, after the black-robed figure was swallowed, his legs returned to normal. He staggered, attempting to run out from beneath the rapidly descending shadow.

However, he was still injured, and his speed was simply too slow. Before he could make it halfway, the wind pressure from the falling toad made it impossible for him to move, and a shadow of death enveloped his heart!

Just then, a small shadow centipede suddenly burrowed out from underground. It slammed into Wang Jincheng's back, the terrifying impact sending him flying. He whistled out of the toad's wind pressure zone, bouncing several times like a skipping stone before crashing through a wall with a thud and finally coming to a halt.

Excruciating pain racked Wang Jincheng's entire body, making him groan uncontrollably. He felt as if he were shattered, and even the scene before his eyes blurred...

In a daze, he saw countless dark shadows swirling around him, as if a vast army was surging past. The roaring sound was like continuous thunder, making his scalp tingle.

Just then,

a red figure slowly walked through the ruins and stopped in front of him.

Wang Jincheng's eyes were obscured by blood, making it difficult to clearly see the person's appearance. But from their silhouette, he felt a strange sense of familiarity...

The person slowly crouched down, a calm face gradually becoming clear before Wang Jincheng's eyes.

"Director Wang," Chen Ling said indifferently, "I told you... we would meet again."

Seeing this person, Wang Jincheng's pupils suddenly constricted. He stared for several seconds before speaking in disbelief:

"Red Heart Six?! It's you?!"