Chapter 958: You Don’t Understand

Pale light illuminated Chen Ling's body. He snapped back to reality, seeing the severed head and pool of blood on the ground, and a slight tremor ran through him.

A strange wave of nausea surged through him, nearly making him vomit on the spot.

Gripping the boning knife, he took a deep breath. Familiar instincts quickly took control of his body again, suppressing the discomfort in his mind.

Chen Ling's memories were currently muddled, mixed with Fang Liangye's. Fang Liangye had never witnessed such a bloody scene in his life, let alone killed someone himself.

But Fang Liangye was just an ordinary person. Chen Ling's subconscious was hundreds of times stronger, and Fang Liangye's memories had minimal influence on Chen Ling's actions. Whether in speech patterns or thought processes, Chen Ling's personality remained dominant. Coupled with the body's monstrous combat instincts, when Chen Ling was attacked, he didn't even need to think; he had already withstood bullets and counter-killed the sniper.

The part belonging to Fang Liangye only registered belatedly after everything had happened, then elicited a reaction from the body.

Whirring—

Helicopter rotors roared in the sky.

Countless eyes were fixed on the blood-red figure, standing with a knife under the pale light. The moment he slowly lifted his gaze, a shiver involuntarily ran through everyone.

"Is this the rumored 'Ghost Scorn'?"

"...He actually withstood Luo Ying's bullet? Is he insane?"

"He's a monster; you can't understand him with common sense."

"Luo Ying's bullets can prevent self-healing; his wounds won't heal. At this rate, even if he does nothing, he'll bleed to death."

"He's at the end of his rope! Seize the opportunity!"

"...CRACKLE!!"

The moment Chen Ling lifted his eyes, communication between the helicopters was instantly severed, and everyone's voices cut off abruptly.

Simultaneously, Chen Ling clenched his hand towards the sky. All helicopters suffered electrical overloads, sparks bursting both inside and outside their cabins as they plummeted uncontrollably towards the ground, creating several columns of soaring flames upon impact.

However, among those involved in the encirclement, besides fully armed ordinary people, there were also many Divine Path wielders. They each used their abilities to leap down, chasing after the rapidly receding figure in the large red opera robe.

His Cloud Steps were pushed to their limit, and the fierce wind swept past Chen Ling's ears.

He gazed at the blurred path ahead under the chaotic night sky. A continuous stream of power erupted from his shattered body, but his heart had sunk to rock bottom.

Although the Divine Path wielders of this era didn't have high upper limits, many of those participating in Chen Ling's encirclement under official organization were Fifth or Sixth Tier. Chen Ling was currently not only exhausted and overdrawn from using a card once, but also suffered incurable gunshot wounds. His condition had reached its absolute worst.

Most importantly, Chen Ling had no idea where he had been hit by a tracking spell; no matter which direction he ran, these people could accurately locate him.

"I can only use that method..."

Even pushed to such a desperate situation, Chen Ling was not flustered. After a moment's thought, he found the most suitable solution among all the scripts he had seen.

Chen Ling reached into his sleeve and felt the flip phone. Communication devices and electromagnetic induction principles were silently activated, and a message was sent to someone's phone.

Chen Ling's mental energy was gradually depleting. His gaze swept over the ground below, then, exhausted, he began to fall towards a certain location.

"He's almost done for!"

In the dimness, someone shouted, and a roaring blaze of fire then struck the spot where the large red opera robe was descending.

THUD—!!

The "White Hands" with long-range strike capabilities showed no mercy. Dazzling attacks surged forward, covering everything, illuminating the dark night sky with flickering light, and churning up billows of smoke and dust.

Even with visibility obscured, there were still individuals in the crowd who could discern Chen Ling's movements. After a moment, someone suddenly spoke up:

"He stopped."

The crowd ceased their attacks and cautiously advanced through the dust.

A cold wind swept across the wasteland, and the dust gradually cleared. On the scarred earth, a blood-soaked, disheveled figure stood before a cliff, coldly gazing at the approaching crowd.

One, two, three... eight, nine, ten.

There were ten Divine Path wielders chasing Chen Ling in total. Chen Ling's gaze slowly swept over them, already memorizing the appearance of each person.

Off-road vehicles rumbled closer, slowly stopping behind the ten individuals. Numerous figures disembarked from the vehicles, their dark muzzles, like a beehive, aimed at Chen Ling, forming an inescapable encirclement.

In addition, several armed helicopters hovered in the distance. Having learned from previous encounters, they dared not approach Chen Ling, instead using the missiles mounted beneath their cabins to exert weapon deterrence on him.

This was a joint encirclement of Divine Path and technology—the true inescapable net of this era.

Seeing this, Chen Ling slowly opened his lips.

"I didn't provoke any of you... yet you all want my life."

His low voice echoed through the communication channel. Everyone currently involved in the encirclement, as well as the high-ranking officials of Bureau 749 far away in Shanghai, all heard Chen Ling's voice.

"That one's prophecy is infallible... You are the 'Ghost Scorn' of world destruction, the culprit of a chaotic era," the leading Divine Path wielder slowly replied. "Therefore, you must die."

Chen Ling smiled.

Dressed in the large red opera robe, he stood at the edge of the cliff, as if mocking everyone's ignorance and foolishness.

"Do you truly understand what 'Ghost Scorn' of world destruction is? Do you truly grasp what a 'chaotic era' means?"

Chen Ling shook his head. "You understand nothing, know nothing. You merely conjured a few seemingly terrifying terms from divination and blamed everything on me... You can't even distinguish whether 'chaotic era' signifies destruction or salvation."

Chen Ling's voice echoed through the communication channel, and everyone's brows furrowed tightly. As they looked at the figure in the mocking red opera robe before them, a hint of hesitation appeared in their eyes.

"Don't let him influence you," the leading Divine Path wielder immediately said,

"Our mission is to kill him. Whether this decision is right or wrong is not for us to consider."

Faint tendrils of warm light emerged from the edge of the night; unbeknownst to them, dawn had arrived. The sky behind the large red opera robe turned a pale white, like the belly of a fish. Under this natural radiance, all artificial spotlights fixed on Chen Ling faded into insignificance.

"You want my life? I'll give it to you..." Chen Ling stood at the cliff edge, slowly spreading his arms. His blood-stained red opera robe billowed wildly in the rising sun, like a drifting red butterfly slowly flapping its wings.

"But one day, you will regret everything you've done today."

Chen Ling lightly snapped his fingers.

The next moment, an armed helicopter in the distance suddenly lost control. A missile, trailing a long plume of fire, streaked across the sky, firing towards the red-robed figure at the cliff's edge.