Chapter 1502: Bane of the Ghost Path

Bane of the Ghost Path

"...Hm?"

Chen Ling's gaze looked toward the end of the horizon.

The location where Chen Ling was and Jian Changsheng's location weren't that far apart. Both were situated in the Ghost City along the edge of the River Styx during the timeline three hundred years after the Great Cataclysm. He could still faintly sense some of the clash between those two Rank 8 killing intents.

Why were there two of Bai Qi's killing intents?

Could it be that the Ghost Path special envoy over there pulled out Bai Qi's soul?

Just as Chen Ling was pondering, the Bai Qi Command Tablet on his chest grew increasingly scorching. Chen Ling could vaguely feel a trace of... urgency from it?

But no matter what, Chen Ling had no time to be distracted by other things. The combined forces of the two special envoys had already left him struggling to cope.

Who cares about some reaction from the Bai Qi Command Tablet...

What was the Bai Qi Command Tablet again?

In a dark corner, Chen Ling's Spirit Serpent was still bitten by Liulian's Rank 8 Spirit Serpent after it seized an opportunity. For a moment, Chen Ling's mind went entirely blank, as if he had forgotten something.

It was precisely this brief moment of stupor that allowed Chikou, who was controlling Sun Simiao, to seize the opportunity. Endless crimson fire directly enveloped Chen Ling's surroundings, condensing into the silhouette of a giant medicine furnace, seemingly intending to forcefully refine him into a pill!

Terrifying waves of heat licked at Chen Ling's body, scalding his skin black. Chen Ling swept his gaze around, and anywhere he looked, he couldn't see the slightest possibility of breaking out. His expression grew increasingly solemn.

"[Cut]—!!"

He unhesitatingly activated his Domain again.

The world rewound, and this time Chen Ling escaped from the furnace in advance. However, before he had flown even a hundred meters, his figure seemingly stagnated in the void. Even when pushing his speed to the limit, he couldn't advance an inch.

Spatial theft!

Liulian descended from the sky holding the ghost of the Silver King on a leash, positioning himself in front while Chikou, holding Sun Simiao's ghost, brought up the rear. The two white-robed figures were like two massive mountains, thoroughly sealing off Chen Ling's path forward.

Damn it...

Things couldn't go on like this.

Chen Ling knew very well in his heart that although he could clash head-on with a Rank 8, that was only under the condition of a one-on-one fight while utilizing his Calamity True Body. In the current situation, relying purely on his physical combat power, he had no chance of winning.

His own rank was still too low. If his Divine Path Skills were also at Rank 8 right now, Chen Ling would be confident in counter-killing these two special envoys...

Unfortunately, there were no 'ifs' right now.

The only thing he could do now was to rack his brains and think of how to escape.

Chen Ling's mind raced. Just as Chikou and Liulian prepared to raise their hands again, one in front and one behind, Chen Ling unhesitatingly activated his Domain again.

"[Cut]—!"

The world rewound once more.

Directly rewinding before Chikou and Liulian could cause him any substantial harm could compress the consumption of activating the Domain each time to the lowest level. The burden on his body was also within the range that Chen Ling could withstand.

But Chikou and Liulian were tormented quite badly by Chen Ling. Every time they were about to surround Chen Ling, they would always be forcefully returned to a node in the past. Both of their expressions showed some frustration.

"A dying struggle... Hmph," Chikou snorted coldly.

Leading the Silver King, Liulian stepped forward again, preparing to form an encirclement with Chikou. But the next second, Chen Ling made a move that surprised everyone...

He raised his hand and grabbed into the void, and a bright red paper umbrella fell into his grasp.

"[Collect]!"

As Chen Ling opened the Red Paper Umbrella, a profound and bizarre power began to spread through the air.

The two ghost remnants, Sun Simiao and the Silver King, suddenly seemed to be pulled by some kind of power. They flew uncontrollably toward that Red Paper Umbrella, the chains on their bodies clanking loudly!

The two special envoys turned pale with fright!!

Grabbing the other end of the chain, Chikou gave a fierce yank, forcefully stopping the ghost of Sun Simiao, which was flying into the sky, in midair, but it was still shaking violently.

That ghost was like the red marker hanging on a tug-of-war rope. On one side was the Red Paper Umbrella, and on the other was the Ghost Path special envoy. In the unseen void, the two sides were frantically locked in a contest of strength!

"What kind of ability is this?!" Liulian was also struggling to bind the ghost of the Silver King, speaking in astonishment.

The theatrical robe with black patterns on a red background danced wildly in the wind. Chen Ling held up the Red Paper Umbrella, a sharp glint flickering in his eyes!

It actually worked!!

This Red Paper Umbrella could contain souls and could also place restrictions on the ghosts controlled by the Ghost Path special envoys. Although he couldn't directly snatch the ghosts from their hands right now, he could at least render them unable to activate their abilities.

This Red Paper Umbrella was simply the natural enemy of the Path of Ghosts' soul-controlling abilities!

Chikou's pupils contracted slightly. Just as he subconsciously wanted to remind Liulian beside him of something, his vision suddenly blurred. A ferocious face, half-human and half-calamity, flashed right in front of him just like that. With a faint smile, he swung his fist and smashed it into Chikou's face!

Bang—!!

With noseblood splattering, Chikou's figure flew backward!

In a situation where the controlled souls were pinned down by Chen Ling, the Ghost Path special envoys' own combat power was extremely low. Relying solely on those Ghost Path divine abilities, how could they possibly be a match for Chen Ling, whose physical body was currently at Rank 8?

In just a single encounter, Chen Ling took down Chikou. The reaction of Liulian beside him was also extremely fast:

"[Quake]—!!"

"[Fix]—!!"

A Ghost Path divine ability and a Theater Dao Secret Method erupted simultaneously, but Chen Ling's soul was not affected at all.

He flashed in front of Liulian again, swung his fist, and ruthlessly smashed a punch into Liulian's face, similarly blasting him into the ground like a meteor!

Dust danced amid the Ghost City. The two white-robed figures collapsed amidst the web-like ruins, having already fallen unconscious.

Chen Ling didn't kill them, not because he was merciful, but because killing the special envoys would inevitably trigger the hostility of the Ghost Path... He had already killed Kongwang, and the Ghost Path currently held the greatest hostility toward him. If he killed two more, crossing the River Styx to retrieve the Ghost Path Foundation would probably be as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

In any case, Chen Ling's objective for this trip was only the Ghost Path Foundation. There was no need to kill these two special envoys and add unnecessary difficulty for himself. He only needed to ensure that they couldn't cause trouble for him in the short term.

Of course, at the same time, he had to first confiscate the two special envoys' "tools of the trade."

The Red Paper Umbrella spun rapidly. Following the unconsciousness of the two special envoys, the two pulled ghosts also shook violently. After a brief struggle, they actually broke free from the special envoys' chains directly and flew into the umbrella.

The Red Paper Umbrella twirled smoothly in the air, slowly closed, and finally fell back into Chen Ling's palm.

Looking at the Red Paper Umbrella in his hand, Chen Ling couldn't help but smile faintly.

"Li Leider, oh, Li Leider... To think that even after you died, you still fell into my hands."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Chen Ling's gaze turned toward the direction where killing intent had just been surging. At this moment, that place was already incomparably quiet. The great battle between the Path of the Soldier seemed to have drawn to a close.

Since Bai Qi was forced out, that special envoy was definitely not Jian Changsheng's match. Right now, that brat had probably already started crossing the River Styx toward the Temple of the Dead... He and Jian Changsheng were both on the same stretch of the River Styx. Perhaps they might even bump into each other in the river a little later.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Ling still walked straight toward that flowing River Styx.