Chapter 992

Whoosh!!

A violent impact sound occurred instantly.

Two huge Undead Body lords, like comets, slammed into each other fiercely.

The deathly aura spreading over their bodies seemed as if poured into a hot oil pan, rolling in the collision.

Simple and brutal.

Deathly ripples swept over each other's bodies, like peeling, stripping away the opponent's deathly aura layer by layer.

Fists clashed; the pressure from the immense force made the air explode, then burst forth as an air Shockwave.

Whether due to similar methods or both Undead Body lords not being complete beings, they, who should have fought with scythes, now acted like the crudest beasts, wildly clashing.

Pierce, recover, explode, regenerate.

The battle between the two Undead Body lords was a fight to the death.

The spectacle was astonishing; from afar it looked like the war of the dead in mythology.

Meanwhile, the Aberrant Mutant, having broken free from Mo Ling's embrace, after a brief pause, turned and joined the attack.

Driven by instinct, despite having no clear distinction of friend or foe, the Aberrant Mutant Lin An decisively chose to strike first at the Undead Body lord formed from the ghost infant.

Meanwhile, on the ground, the large batch of Restored Body Lin An that had been motionless after losing its target now, under the control of the two Undead Body lords, charged toward each other.

For a moment, the entire battlefield descended into chaos.

Two towering gray-yellow light pillars pierced the clouds, each shining upon an Undead Body lord.

It was as if two great armies were slaughtering each other.

One side consisted of the Undead Body lord bolstered by vast amounts of Meme, accompanied by some Restored Body Lin An; the other side consisted of the Aberrant Mutant and Mo Ling, accompanied by the greatest number of Restored Body.

These gray-white Restored Body Lin An were each wrapped in red or dark-gold spiritual energy, constantly summoning thunder and sword-qi storms.

Under the 'leadership' of the two Undead Body lords, the opposing forces, numbering barely over a hundred each, displayed a terrifying might akin to tens of thousands of troops.

From a high vantage point, it resembled a crystal offensive-defensive battle, with both sides once again falling into a strange balance.

However, beneath the apparent balance, within the Thought Space, Lin An and the Second Will exchanged a glance, each reading a hint of solemnity in the other's eyes.

The battle had nothing to do with them anymore.

After the Aberrant Mutant was activated, they could no longer control their main bodies.

The two Undead Body lords were even less able to communicate.

The Undead Body lord transformed from Mo Ling appeared relatively better.

Although one could recognize him, it was limited to instinct.

Observing the battle closely, with Lin An's rich combat experience, it was naturally apparent that the scales of victory were tilting toward the ghost infant.

The reason was simple.

As the most crucial combat force, Mo Ling now showed signs of slight strain.

Her power had been absorbed too much by the ghost infant.

Furthermore, the Meme's power continued to be heavily supplied to the ghost infant; once the balance was broken, it would quickly become a one-sided rout, crushing everything.

"Is there a way for me to control the Aberrant Mutant?"

"Or to make the Aberrant Mutant stronger?"

Frowning, Lin An looked at the indistinct friend-or-foe situation, sometimes even seeing 'himself' pick up and eat a Restored Body, and a deep helplessness flashed in his eyes.

"Eating oneself, such a perverse scene, even looking at it made him feel somewhat strange..."

The Aberrant Mutant was strong, but lacking intelligence, its attacks were too scattered.

Its strength was near the peak of the third rank, with nearly perfect combat instinct.

However, facing enemies that were Undead Bodies with substantial physical exemptions, the damage inflicted by the Aberrant Mutant was actually less than that of Mo Ling.

("No way.")

The Second Will shook his head, quickly replied, he was not surprised by the current situation.

("Unless we two completely abandon consciousness and fully mutate, otherwise the power limit after mutation is only this much.")

("If we let go completely, you and I will die; after the Aberrant Mutant kills the Undead Body lord, Mo Ling will also be eaten.")

After giving his judgment lightly, a faint sigh flashed in the Second Will's eyes.

Even a clever housewife cannot cook without rice.

No matter how many life-and-death simulations he had endured, how high his intellect and combat talent were.

But in this situation where he could not exert control and had no trump cards, he could only be helpless, forced to watch the situation deteriorate.

Silent and speechless.

In just a few seconds, Lin An watched as Mo Ling's deathly aura faded by more than half, his heart growing heavier.

He had no idea whether Mo Ling was now considered dead or still alive.

But it was certain that once the Undead Body lord transformed from little Mo Ling disappeared, that would mean true death.

Listening to those low, almost instinctual longing murmurs in his ears, Lin An only felt his emotions grow more complex.

He never imagined that the deep-seated desire, or rather dream, within little Mo Ling's heart was actually himself.

"Want... to be together forever?"

Looking at the Undead Body lord frantically battling ahead of the Aberrant Mutant, Lin An couldn't help but recall how little Mo Ling used to like to cling to his side, like a small animal.

After a moment, he seemed to have made some decision, and asked the Second Will in a low voice:

"What if we use the Causal Sequence?"

"Borrowing power from the future, do we have a chance to break the situation?"

Taking a deep breath, his gaze grew heavy.

As a method never before employed, reversing the future was probably his last trump card.

Future...

If I have a future, logically I should be Fourth Stage, right?

With the card in hand, Lin An believes that even if we take a huge step back, he cannot reach Fourth Stage on his own, but relying on the card should be fine, right?

Fourth Stage power can absolutely blast the Undead Lord formed from the infant ghost, then control Mo Ling, and find the source of the Meme!

After a moment, the Second Will slightly furrowed its brow:

("Wait a bit longer.")

("Borrowing power from the future is too risky; you should know that our so-called future is likely dead.")

("Rather than blindly gambling.., it's better to wait.. for Chu An!")

("Since he can send you a message, that shows he must know something.")

("Eat it, and you won't die...")

A cold chuckle, the Second Will's eyes full of suspicion and icy intent:

("I suspect this situation is entirely his doing!")

("Saying nothing, speaking in riddles…")

("Mo Ling, a single body with two souls; you, a single body with two wills…")

("Heh…")

("That guy probably wants to attack me?")

Huh?

Lin An subconsciously looked at the undisguised Second Will and instantly understood its implied meaning.

At the same time, as the two were talking, Xiong Hanzi at the edge of the battlefield suddenly moved.

Only seen, under the moonlight scattered by the dark clouds, that tall figure seemed mechanically controlled, accelerating, accelerating, and accelerating again.

A long shadow trailed behind him.

Zhang Tie kept his right hand in a throwing posture, expressionless, striding toward the center of the battlefield.