Chapter 1497: Defeat Them One by One

Defeat Them One by One

"Tan Xin??"

Chen Ling, who was currently engaging with Chikou, saw that familiar ghost imprisoned by chains, and his pupils slightly contracted.

How could Tan Xin's soul be here??

Wasn't he turned into an aurora by the Hand of Salvation?

That's right, Tan Xin died in the explosion after activating the Hand of Salvation... He turned the souls of almost all the citizens in that war into aurora, but he alone was not among them.

"What? You guys seem to recognize this ghost?" A voice drifted over leisurely, "That's fine too... Dying at the hands of your own acquaintance can also be considered the Causality of the Ghost Path."

That was a Ghost Path Special Envoy similarly wearing a white robe and dotted with cinnabar between his brows. He held the chain tethering Tan Xin's ghost with one hand, his eyes tightly closed, and a red mole at the corner of his mouth was incomparably conspicuous.

Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path Special Envoy, [Xiaoji].

"What are you doing? You restricted my ability too!" Chikou watched the flames around him getting smaller and smaller, and questioned Xiaoji in exasperation.

"The Calamity of Mockery's Calamity Domain is too heaven-defying, we can't let him open it a second time."

Xiaoji answered indifferently.

Chen Ling's gaze swept over the two Special Envoys, and he snorted coldly.

The next moment, his figure once again rose from the ground. A giant pitch-black all over stood like a demon god above the ruins. A giant scarlet eye opened from the top of its skull. The World-Destroying Tier oppressive feeling forcefully withstood the auras of the two Special Envoys, protecting Jian Changsheng and the others behind him.

Under the effect of [Ceasefire], the Divine Pathways of Jian Changsheng and the others were all crippled, but Chen Ling's Calamity Embodiment was not affected. Even without a Domain and skills, he could still rely on his physical Combat Power to deal with the two Special Envoys.

Chikou and Xiaoji felt the oppressive feeling emanating from Chen Ling, and their expressions were somewhat ugly. They suddenly realized that activating [Ceasefire] didn't suppress Chen Ling very strongly... Instead, it made themselves somewhat restricted.

"We can deal with the Calamity of Mockery slowly, let's solve those few other annoying guys first."

Yet another voice sounded from above.

They only saw Suxi similarly leading an unfamiliar ghost, flying over from a distance. His gaze paused on Jian Changsheng, Chu Muyun, Jiang Xiaohua, and Sun Bumian for a moment... especially Sun Bumian; a trace of deep disgust flashed through his eyes.

Chikou and Xiaoji saw the ghost Suxi was leading behind him. The two exchanged a glance, understanding Suxi's plan.

Just as the giant Chen Ling raised his fist preparing to bombard them, Xiaoji directly canceled [Ceasefire]!

At the same time,

The ghost behind Suxi shone brightly!

The Oppressive Aura of the Path of Strategy abruptly descended. Chen Ling's heart jumped, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart!

He was just about to open his Domain, when the next second an intense spatial fluctuation directly enveloped his body. His vision blurred, and his massive figure actually vanished on the spot in an instant!

Only leaving behind a black and white Chess Piece to take his original place, falling silently to the earth.

"Where's Hearts?!" Jian Changsheng saw the giant vanish into thin air, and exclaimed in shock.

"Oh no... He wants to separate us and defeat us one by one!"

Chu Muyun realized Suxi's plan, his expression incomparably grave.

However, before his voice even faded, his figure vanished into thin air just like Chen Ling, leaving only a black Chess Piece that fell onto the ruins with a clack.

Marks of Reincarnation Cycle climbed into Sun Bumian's pupils. Those powers he had sealed in the past began to stir... His aura began to climb rapidly from the Sixth Stage, instantly breaking through the bottleneck of the Seventh Stage, and soaring rapidly towards the Eighth Stage!

Snap——

As Xiaoji snapped his fingers, [Ceasefire] descended once again.

Sun Bumian, who had just started gathering his power, suddenly had his Spiritual Power drained away. The climbing of his aura also came to an abrupt halt, and his whole person felt incomparably uncomfortable, like old phlegm stuck in his throat.

He widened his eyes staring at Xiaoji, and burst into a string of curses:

"Your mother's f*ing..."

[Ceasefire] retracted, and almost simultaneously, white light flashed. A white Chess Piece took his place, falling lightly to the earth.

"Diamonds..." Jiang Xiaohua saw the people beside him disappearing one by one, a trace of blankness flashing in his eyes.

"Clubs!! Grab me!!"

Jian Changsheng's anxious voice sounded. Jiang Xiaohua turned his head, only to see him stretching out his hand and running rapidly towards him.

That power of the Path of Strategy seemed to teleport individuals. If the two of them were bound together, presumably even if they were teleported, they would be teleported away together... The survival rate of two people would somehow be higher than one person.

A gleam of light emerged in Jiang Xiaohua's eyes. He immediately raised his hand, wanting to grab Jian Changsheng who was close at hand...

But right at the moment their fingertips were about to touch, Jian Changsheng's figure also vanished without a trace.

Clack——

A black Chess Piece slipped through the gaps of Jiang Xiaohua's fingers, falling into the abyss-like earth fissure.

Jiang Xiaohua froze in place.

Following the separation of Chen Ling and the others, the original three Special Envoys also dispersed accordingly, leaving only Suxi, leading that Path of Strategy ghost, stepping on the void and strolling over.

The Special Envoy's pale robes fluttered in the wind. He overlooked the solitary Jiang Xiaohua below, speaking arrogantly:

"Are you powerless... Are you in despair?"

"Watching your companions disappear one by one, yet you can do nothing."

"In the final analysis, it's still because you are too weak... Weak people don't have the qualifications to leave anything behind."

"But it doesn't matter..."

"Soon, you all will meet in the River Styx."

Suxi's indifferent voice echoed over the ruins.

Jiang Xiaohua's body shuddered slightly.

His bandage-wrapped hand was still frozen in mid-air, wanting to grab that companion who no longer existed. A head of white hair fluttered above the abyss-like earth fissure. The surroundings were all quiet, like a loner abandoned by the world.

His palm suspended in mid-air slowly clenched tight...

The bandages wrapping around his body scattered layer by layer. As large patches of pale skin were exposed to the air, the surrounding temperature began to drop at an astonishing speed. Thin frost silently covered the ruins beneath his feet.

For some reason, an inexplicably bizarre Aura spread in the air, making even Suxi's heartbeat involuntarily begin to speed up...

The white-haired figure slowly turned his head.

A pair of purple pupils stared indifferently at the white-robed Special Envoy in mid-air.

...

Hundreds of kilometers away from Jiang Xiaohua.

The other end of the River Styx.

"[Shock]——!!"

"[Fix]——!!"

Two thunderous sounds exploded at the same time. The Theatre Dao Secret Method and the Ghost Path secret method, two entirely different verbal secret methods collided in the void!

Sun Bumian, wearing a Tang suit, formed hand seals with both hands. After being shaken and spinning in mid-air for a moment, he landed steadily on an ancient carved roof eave... The black tips of his hair fluttered in the wind, and the small Round Sunglasses on the bridge of his nose clearly reflected the white-robed figure on the opposite roof ridge. His expression was incomparably grave.