Chapter 716: Red Paper Reappears

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WARNING! WARNING!

The audience is beginning to intervene in the performance!

Scarlet blood splattered across the ground and shattered walls. A crimson opera robe fell backward in the wind, and a corpse with a shattered head crashed heavily among the ruins. The world fell into a dead silence.

Witnessing this, Brand's heart, which had been racing, finally settled.

Brand couldn't understand why facing a mere third-tier insignificant being had made his hair stand on end, but regardless, the individual was dead and no longer posed any threat.

"Just a charade," Brand snorted coldly, then turned and walked away down the road.

One step.Two steps.Two steps...Two steps... Two steps...

Brand's figure seemed to glitch, repeating his second step on the street, like a video stuck due to a lost connection. Fractured spacetime flickered like green blocks across a screen, creating an ominous and eerie scene.

Brand himself seemed oblivious to the anomaly, continuously repeating his second step. His colors, along with those of the world around him, began to fade until everything turned black and white, like a broken old television set.

Then, within this silent, monochrome world, a vividly scarlet, colossal pillar erupted from the ruins behind Brand!

"What... what is that?!" Gasps of astonishment erupted from within the top hat. Plum, still fleeing frantically, couldn't resist looking back.

He saw the distant city ruins flicker repeatedly before instantly turning entirely black and white, as if plunging into a purgatory devoid of color. In the blink of an eye, Plum found himself also immersed in this monochrome world.

This transformation occurred instantaneously, without any warning, spanning hundreds of miles, as if the entire world had malfunctioned.

Yet, Plum vaguely managed to glimpse the process. It wasn't the world changing in an instant, but rather a terrifying domain that enveloped the entire realm at near light speed.

"A world-ending domain?" Diamond 10 exclaimed in shock. "The speed of its expansion is absurd!"

"We ran all this way, and we still couldn't escape its reach?"

"This is truly troublesome..."

Under their horrified gaze, a scarlet colossal pillar surged from the ruins towards the sky. It wasn't fire, but countless unsettling red papers, billions of them, coiling together like a maelstrom connecting heaven and earth. In the black and white world, it appeared vibrant, grotesque, and wildly unbridled.

"Is that... Mister?" Kong Baosheng stared blankly at the scene, utterly frozen in place.

He didn't understand terms like "world-ending" or "Mocking Disaster," but at that moment, he could feel the terrifying oppressive force emanating from the red paper maelstrom. In the heart of the swirling tempest, it seemed as though something was about to emerge.

"The Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss, the Formless King who Mocks Fate," Chu Muyun murmured slowly, his brow furrowed. "He actually released *that* thing..."

"World-ending calamities haven't appeared in quite some years, have they? I can't believe we're seeing two at once today," Heart 9 remarked, clicking his tongue. "Now this is truly a show to behold."

"They're both world-ending, but I feel like... the aura of the Mocking Disaster seems somewhat different," Bai Ye mused.

"Spade 6... Spade 6?? What's wrong with you??" Just as everyone's gaze was fixed on the distant red paper storm, Plum 8's startled cry echoed from behind.

Everyone turned to see Jian Changsheng, who had just been joking moments before, now with veins bulging on his neck. He was staring fixedly at the swirling red paper storm, his eyes gradually becoming steeped in an inky blackness. An ancient, martial killing intent, like a rusted torrent from some ancient armory of the Soldier's Path, surged forth from his body.

"Little Jian?!" Chu Muyun's heart jumped. He suddenly recalled that Jian Changsheng had undergone a similar transformation at the Beidou Manor in Aurora City, a time when Chen Ling had also released a portion of the Mocking Disaster's power.

Before he could speak again, Jian Changsheng transformed into a black blur, bursting out of the top hat and landing firmly on the ground, leaving Plum stunned. The next instant, he shot across the earth like black lightning, hurtling straight towards the eye of the red paper storm!

"One after another... What in the world is happening??" Heart 9 was utterly dumbfounded.

The aura Jian Changsheng had just radiated had indeed startled Heart 9. Spade 6, whom he had always considered plain and unremarkable, suddenly seemed to have taken on a completely different persona. That ancient, pure martial killing intent was certainly not something an ordinary person could possess!

So, it turns out no one in the "six" generation is normal?

*Whirrrrrr—!!*

Outside the Mortal Realm, the Dust Dragon caught the scent of an aversion etched deep within its soul. In its cavernous, wind-swept eyes, streaks of deep blue fire sparked and erupted.

Like a truly enraged Tyrannosaurus Rex, it completely ignored Su Zhiwei, who was still struggling in a two-on-one battle. With a single flap of its skeletal wind-wings, it surged rapidly towards the Red Flower that concealed the Mortal Realm!

Its massive maw gaped open, a ball of dragon's breath brewing within its bony structure. Under a world-altering pressure, a furious sighing wind surged forth!

This time, the Dust Dragon was clearly genuinely enraged. The power of its dragon's breath was simply incomparable to the previous two instances. The most striking difference was that this breath no longer diffused gently like a breeze but appeared to condense all its furious winds into an intensely thick, blue colossal pillar!

This dragon's breath tore through a dimensional rift, pouring from the Grey Realm into the Mortal Realm. But before it could descend from the clouds, the colossal storm eye, woven from billions of red papers, directly engulfed it!

The blue dragon's breath surged within the red paper storm, thrashing like a creature ensnared in a cage, unable to escape even an inch. The next moment, the breath was utterly pulverized within the storm, dissolving into a colorless annular hurricane that spread throughout the monochrome world!

*Whirrrrrr—!!*

Amidst the sweeping aftermath, Brand, still stuck in his "second step," seemed forcibly ejected from the fabric of spacetime, stumbling and pitching headfirst to the ground!

"What was that just now...?" Brand stared blankly at his own body, his eyes wide with terror.

He whirled around, only to see the swirling red paper maelstrom gradually parting down the middle, as if some entity from within was tearing open a veil with both hands, stepping out slowly...

It was a "human" figure.

Not a creature like a shadow centipede, toad, or scorpion, nor a Dust Dragon like the Breath of Disaster... It was simply a "person," a bipedal "humanoid" being with four limbs and a head. The instant that "person" tore through the eye of the red paper storm and stepped out, a world-ending pressure ripped through spacetime, descending with an earth-shattering roar!