Chapter 78: Dark Tang Yun

Tang Yun grabbed the Holy Son's wrist, the massive power making the Holy Son unable to move. He stared at the Holy Son with his blood-red eyes, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Just based on you... you want to kill me?" Tang Yun's voice was low and hoarse, as if it had come from hell.

Tang Yun exerted force abruptly, and the Holy Son's wrist made a crisp sound; it was broken. The long sword fell to the ground, making a crisp sound.

The Holy Son groaned in pain, beads of sweat the size of beans seeping from his forehead.

Tang Yun grabbed the Holy Son's neck and lifted him up.

"Now... it's your turn..."

Tang Yun's claws clamped onto the Holy Son's neck like steel. The Holy Son had difficulty breathing, his face flushed red, his eyeballs almost popping out. He scratched at Tang Yun's arm in vain, but was as powerless as an infant.

"Cough, cough... you... you monster..." The Holy Son spat out a few words with difficulty, his voice hoarse and filled with fear.

Tang Yun sneered, black scales flashing with chilling light on his face. "Monster? Perhaps. But soon, you will become a monster just like me!"

Tang Yun's other hand reached out, sharp fingernails piercing into the Holy Son's chest, and a stream of black energy surged into the Holy Son's body along the wound.

The Holy Son let out a miserable scream, his body twitching violently. His skin began to turn black, and his eyes gradually turned blood red.

Lin Xiyue climbed up from the ground, looking at this scene in terror. She wanted to step forward to stop Tang Yun, but her legs were as heavy as if filled with lead, unable to move even half a step.

"No... Tang Yun... don't..." Lin Xiyue's voice trembled, her eyes filled with despair.

Tang Yun ignored Lin Xiyue's shouting, he continued to inject black energy into the Holy Son's body.

The Holy Son's body expanded, his bones making creaking sounds, as if they could break at any moment.

"Ah... ah..." The Holy Son's screams became weaker and weaker, eventually turning into low groans.

Suddenly, a dazzling white light erupted from the Holy Son's body, blasting Tang Yun away.

Tang Yun fell heavily to the ground, the black scales peeling off one by one, and his body gradually returned to its original state. He clutched his chest, coughing violently, black blood gushing from his mouth.

The white light dissipated, the Holy Son stood in place, his body had returned to normal, but his eyes had become hollow and lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

"I... what happened to me..." The Holy Son muttered to himself, his eyes looking around blankly.

Lin Xiyue stumbled to the Holy Son's side, supporting his swaying body. "Holy Son... are you alright?"

The Holy Son turned to look at Lin Xiyue, a flash of doubt in his eyes. "Who... are you?"

Lin Xiyue's heart sank abruptly, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. The Holy Son... lost his memory?

Tang Yun struggled to crawl up from the ground, looking at the Holy Son with eyes filled with resentment. "Damn it... actually failed..."

He stumbled to the door, looked back at Lin Xiyue and the Holy Son, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his mouth. "You... just wait for me..."

After saying this, Tang Yun turned and left the ward, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Lin Xiyue looked at Tang Yun's departing back, her heart filled with fear and unease. She didn't know what terrible things Tang Yun would do next, nor did she know if the Holy Son would be able to recover his memory.

Suddenly, the Holy Son grabbed Lin Xiyue's shoulder, his eyes filled with terror. "I... I seem to... remember something..."

Lin Xiyue was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked: "What did you remember?"

The Holy Son grabbed Lin Xiyue's shoulder tightly, his body trembling, his eyes filled with fear. "I... I saw... a black... vortex..."

"Black vortex?" Lin Xiyue's heart sank abruptly, a sense of foreboding rising in her heart.

The Holy Son's eyes were hollow, as if seeing something terrifying through Lin Xiyue. "It... it is swallowing everything... stars, life... everything..." He said intermittently, his voice trembling, as if he could collapse at any moment.

Lin Xiyue supported the Holy Son, feeling the trembling of his body; she could feel that the Holy Son's fear at this moment was so real, so profound.

She tried to keep herself calm, "Holy Son, take a deep breath, say it slowly, what else did you see?"

The Holy Son grabbed Lin Xiyue's arm abruptly, with astonishing force; Lin Xiyue could even feel his fingernails embedding into her flesh. "I... I saw him... Tang Yun... he is at the center of the vortex... he is laughing..."

The Holy Son suddenly let go of Lin Xiyue, clutching his head and groaning in pain, "Ah... my head... it hurts so much..."

Lin Xiyue looked at him with heartache, touching his back lightly, trying to comfort him. "It's okay, Holy Son, it's okay, I'm by your side..."

Suddenly, the lights in the ward flickered, emitting a buzzing electric current sound.

Lin Xiyue looked up and discovered that the light tubes on the ceiling were flickering on and off, the frequency of the flickering becoming faster and faster.

The Holy Son raised his head abruptly, his eyes blood red, staring fixedly at the flickering light tubes, his mouth letting out vague whispers: "It... it's coming..."

An ear-piercing alarm suddenly rang out, and the entire hospital fell into chaos.

"What's going on?" Lin Xiyue asked in terror.

The Holy Son didn't answer, he still stared fixedly at the light tubes, his body trembling even more violently.

Suddenly, the light tubes exploded, glass fragments splashing everywhere. At the same time, cracks appeared on the walls of the ward, as if something was about to break through the wall.

"Run!" The Holy Son suddenly roared, pushing Lin Xiyue away.

Lin Xiyue was pushed to the ground, before she could react, she saw a massive black vortex appear in the center of the ward, radiating a suffocating and terrifying aura.

At the center of the vortex, Tang Yun's figure appeared and disappeared, his face carrying a strange smile, his eyes cold and cruel.

"Welcome to... my world..." Tang Yun's voice came from the vortex.

Lin Xiyue looked at the rapidly expanding black vortex in terror; she wanted to run away, but discovered that her body was bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

The Holy Son struggled to stand up, but was knocked to the ground again by a powerful force; he spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with despair.

The black vortex expanded rapidly, swallowing the entire ward, then the entire floor, and finally the entire hospital...

Everything disappeared into endless darkness...

"Tang Yun! What exactly are you trying to do!" Lin Xiyue roared in her heart, fear and anger intertwined, almost tearing her apart.

Tang Yun's voice echoed in the darkness, carrying a trace of teasing: "What am I trying to do? Of course... playing a game."

"Game?" Lin Xiyue's heart sank abruptly, a chill running from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

"That's right, a very interesting game." Tang Yun's voice was closer, as if whispering in her ear, "A... life-or-death game."

"These... are these all done by you?" Lin Xiyue's voice trembled, almost inaudible.

"Of course," Tang Yun's voice carried a trace of pride, "How about it, isn't my masterpiece pretty good?" ===== CHAPTER 79 =====