Chapter 1083: Come!

Come!

Theater.

Sizzle——sizzle——

On the dim Stage, countless black shadows were crazily squirming and scrambling, like a chaotic arena battlefield... But as their slaughter entered a white-hot stage, the originally silent spotlight, as if influenced by some kind of power, flickered faintly.

Amidst the flickering light, all the black shadows blanked out. As if sensing something, they looked up at the spotlight on the Stage.

The next moment,

A figure slowly stood up from the silent Audience Seats.

Red and black flames burned on his face. As the embers faded, a sinister Nuo Mask reflected dim light in the darkness, like an abyss swallowing everything... The original Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was like being tempered by black and red fire. Complex black patterns were outlined on its surface, and there was also a trace of piercing golden light within. The three colors of red, black, and gold tempered and jumped in the dark, flowing with an indescribable oppressive beauty.

Originally, Chen Ling's Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was like dazzling cinnabar, simple, bright, and dangerous. But as Chen Ling put on the Nuo Mask, this Theatrical Robe also underwent a mysterious change amidst the intertwining of Drama and Witchcraft...

"Yao..."

A low voice came from under the Nuo Mask. Chen Ling's purple pupils were incomparably deep, "Your power... I felt it."

After Yao's soul integrated into [Paint the Rosy Face], Chen Ling could clearly feel the connection generated between himself and his soul. Another ability that had been sealed in dust by him for a long time was activated at this moment:

[Soul Memory Art].

Ever since drawing this skill from Kongwang, Chen Ling had never used it. Although this skill could reproduce the abilities the soul had before death, he first needed to establish a connection with the soul, and the past Chen Ling simply had no such opportunity.

But now, his and Yao's souls were already tightly connected together.

Under the effect of Soul Memory Art, Yao's Path of the Witch God enveloped Chen Ling. This was also the first time Chen Ling felt the aura of a Divine Pathway other than the Path of the Actor... It was ancient, obscure, and mysterious.

"[Divine Descent]."

As Chen Ling slowly spat out two words, the Divine Descent ritual was quickly set up on the Stage. A power spanned across the Stage and the Audience Seats, forcefully squeezing him into nothingness while crazily consuming Chen Ling's soul strength!

This was a path exclusively belonging to Yao. It was the ritual when Yao first made a wish to the Divine Path Star to let Chen Ling descend back then, and also the ritual that sent Chen Ling back to the Stage in the Land of Divine Rituals last time... Only this time, the one initiating [Divine Descent] was no longer Yao, but Chen Ling himself.

Sizzle!! Sizzle!!!

The light of the spotlight flickered crazily, like lightning swimming above the Stage. As all the lights completely fell into darkness after suddenly brightening, Chen Ling's figure disappeared out of thin air from the Audience Seats...

The next moment,

A red and black Nuo Opera Theatrical Robe appeared like a ghost among the chaotic "Audience".

Amidst the many mocking scarlet pupils, that sinister Nuo Mask appeared exceptionally conspicuous. At this time, all the "Audience" sensed the aura of [Nuo], simultaneously turning their heads to lock onto Chen Ling from every corner!

Those pupils were like a scarlet sea in the dark night, making one's scalp tingle with just one look. Right now on the Stage, how many rioting "Audience" were there?

Hundreds, thousands, or endless?

Chen Ling didn't know.

The only thing he knew was that from the moment he stepped onto the Stage, he was no longer a headless fly that could do nothing... Yao used his own soul to push him here. Now the road to snatch back everything was laid out clearly in front of him. The question was whether he could persevere and slaughter to the end.

Either beat all the "Audience" off the Stage and snatch back the body; or be besieged by the "Audience", torn to pieces, and die with his Dao vanishing.

His fate, their fate, the fate of the era, were all gripped in Chen Ling's hands;

And at this time, Chen Ling chose to open his palm...

Towards the endless "Audience", he hooked his finger, as if provoking fate,

"... Come!!"

The next moment, all the rioting "Audience" on the Stage pounced towards Chen Ling like surging ocean waves!!

...

Wuji Domain.

The Great Red Paper Umbrella rested on the "human figure's" shoulder. He suddenly seemed to sense something, his gaze looking at the nothingness not far away...

Mocking scarlet pupils seemed to see through everything. He raised his hand and pointed across space there. The outline of an Optical Disc immediately appeared from nothingness, and as if subjected to some kind of extreme pressure, densely packed cracks crazily spread on it!

In front of [Mockery], all methods of the Path of the Actor were as fragile as paper, even Demigods were similarly so.

But the next moment, an unexpected change suddenly occurred.

The "human figure's" body abruptly shook. In those pair of scarlet pupils, an imperceptible touch of purple climbed up... Red and black flames inexplicably ignited on his body, as if there was some kind of power inside his body that was continuously surging out!

The palm originally gripping the umbrella handle began to twitch bit by bit. His neck also stiffly and occasionally glanced to the side. His movements fell into a bizarrely uncoordinated state, as if two consciousnesses had appeared in one body, constantly fighting and struggling.

"What's going on? Why did he suddenly go crazy?" Sun Bumian asked blankly.

"His body is emitting fire... There's both red and black." Zhao Yi fell into deep thought. "Could it be that some supreme expert made a move? No... the fire drilled out from inside the body, why does this feeling seem so much like..."

"[Slaughtering the Calamity]." The skeletal pale wolf beneath him suddenly spoke. "Body out of control, inner self charging the apertures... It's like [Slaughtering the Calamity]."

"Right, right, right, it's [Slaughtering the Calamity] for sure..." Zhao Yi found it unbelievable.

"But he's obviously not a Fusionist... Isn't he the Calamity itself? Why would he suddenly [Slaughter the Calamity]?"

"This... I don't know either."

Just as everyone was talking, the red and black flames drilling out from the "human figure's" body became more and more. Everywhere these flames burned all began to tremble and swing uncontrollably. Even the corresponding shadow faintly appeared with a luster of human skin.

Light flickered in those scarlet pupils. He directly gave up attacking that Optical Disc, focusing all his attention on himself. Pieces of Red Paper drifted out from under the umbrella brim, rapidly sealing those places where flames surged out!

A World-Ending aura crazily spread in the nothingness!!

...

Bang——!

Bang——!!

Bang——!!!

The red and black Theatrical Robe dashed and collided in the shadows. With a heavy punch swung out, the black shadow directly in front of Chen Ling was punched so hard its head twisted, its figure flying backwards out of the edge of the Stage, falling heavily into the darkness of the Audience Seats.

Under the sinister Nuo Mask, killing intent flickered in Chen Ling's eyes. He was like a God of War in the arena. Twisting his figure, the right leg under the Theatrical Robe was like a long whip, directly kicking the two closest Audience members to the ground as well...