Chapter 1685: Coma and Performance

Coma and Performance

Vomit——

On the barren black earth, Chen Ling's neck bulging with blue veins lifted up, and scarlet fresh blood spewed from his mouth, spilling all over the ground.

If someone could see the details of Chen Ling's body clearly at this time, they would find that his muscle tissue, skin, and even blood vessels were already covered with cracks. An aura infinitely approaching a Demigod surged within his body, and those rampaging Red Star Aspiration Power with nowhere to vent began to constantly impact all parts of his body.

After his shoulder, Chen Ling's left leg once again exploded into a cluster of blood mist. His whole person lost balance and staggered, falling to the ground, his vision even somewhat blurry...

His body after exploding into blood mist did not remain hollow. Immediately after, a massive amount of Red Paper surged frantically from within his body, repairing the wound back to its original state.

Bang bang bang——

Just as Chen Ling said, under the condition of frantically absorbing Red Star Aspiration Power, the Calamity of Mockery's own intensity was also increasing. For a time, the collapse and repair of his body actually formed a bizarre balance. One cluster of blood mist after another exploded on his body, yet he still maintained a human form, hobbling forward to move his body.

But even if Chen Ling's physical body could withstand this kind of pain, his spirit couldn't self-heal quickly. Under the torture of extreme agony, his consciousness rapidly blurred...

"Can't faint... absolutely cannot faint even if beaten to death!!"

"If I faint now... when I wake up... the Lord of Spirit Void will probably have already completely recovered..."

"Time..."

"Is running out..."

Clusters of blood mist exploded on Chen Ling's body. He could no longer operate 【Wall Breaking】 to travel under extreme agony. He mechanically moved his legs, advancing step by step in the direction of the Spirit Void Domain.

He had thought this process would be very difficult, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult, to the point where even maintaining conscious clarity was an extravagant hope...

From here to the Spirit Void Domain, there was still an extremely far distance. If he just relied on his legs to inch over bit by bit, it was fundamentally impossible for Chen Ling to hold on until then.

Chen Ling desperately tried to think of a way to get out of this predicament, but his thoughts grew heavier and heavier, and everything before his eyes was dim and lightless.

Faintly, he seemed to see that twisted divine path extending out from beneath his feet again...

It hadn't even been three days since Chen Ling last completed his performance to advance to Rank 8, and now his Spiritual Power had already rushed to the mid-stage of Rank 8. This was enough to prove exactly what kind of power was contained within that Red Star Fragment... And to balance this power, the price Chen Ling needed to pay was too great.

Chen Ling's vision gradually blurred. He wasn't even clear whether he was dreaming or truly stepping onto the twisted Path of the Actor. When he staggered on the steps and looked down, a line of small text entered his eyes:

【Witness the fall of an era's grand curtain on an empty stage.】

Chen Ling could no longer think.

He just saw this line of small text flash before his eyes, and his consciousness completely blurred. His whole person's head sank, and he plunged headfirst onto the ground.

Woo woo woo——

In the deathly silent Gray World, only the cold wind still blew, blowing the corners of the Theatrical Robe on the ground to flutter in the wind.

Time passed minute by second,

That figure fainted on the ground seemed to have fallen into a deep slumber.

No one knew when he would wake up, and no one knew what the world would turn into when he woke up...

The Red Star from beyond the heavens was inching closer to this planet; numerous figures on the surging frozen sea were charging towards the tide of Calamity without hesitation; on Mt. Lingxu thousands of miles away, a figure in a monk robe was meditating and recuperating...

Just when this Gray World was so quiet that it seemed only Chen Ling's breathing remained,

A short figure silently came to his side.

He squatted down, a small hand gently stroking the unconscious Chen Ling's head. His movements were gentle and peaceful, a smear of White Ash covering his nose. The slightly comical face at this time revealed unprecedented heartache...

While stroking Chen Ling's head, the Clown slowly turned to look in the direction of the Spirit Void Domain, and resolution and chilling killing intent surfaced in his eyes...

"Yiya——"

He softly called out to Chen Ling once, and his thin and small figure easily carried Chen Ling on his back... and then took a step out.

In the next second, his figure disappeared without a trace.

...

Spirit Void Domain.

Black Spades J glanced at the clock on the wall, his expression growing graver.

"How could it be like this..." Black Spades J frowned tightly, "It's been almost two hours since I sent the message to Red King, My Lord... Logically speaking, he should have already rushed over..."

"If we drag this out any longer, the Lord of Spirit Void is really going to recover!"

Black Spades J's voice was somewhat urgent, while Han Meng stood beside him, looking at that Mt. Lingxu towering into the clouds, remaining silent.

He understood Chen Ling. Once Chen Ling knew the battle situation here, he would definitely rush over at the first moment... He absolutely wouldn't give the Lord of Spirit Void time to recover, he definitely understood such a simple principle.

But now Chen Ling hadn't appeared, which meant... most likely an accident happened on his way.

Han Meng's fists tightly clenched.

He took a deep breath and walked straight in the direction of Mt. Lingxu.

"Where are you going?" Black Spades J immediately spoke.

"To kill the Lord of Spirit Void."

"Are you crazy? Even during the great battle of the three Nine Monarchs just now, we had no chance to intervene. Now that the Lord of the Red Dust and the Lord of Wuji have both died in battle, you want to go single out the Lord of Spirit Void by yourself?? Are you courting death?!"

"That's right, courting death." Han Meng replied without hesitation.

Hearing this answer, Black Spades J froze for a moment.

"You..."

"Chen Ling will definitely come. Before then, someone must pin down the Lord of Spirit Void, absolutely cannot give him too much time to rest... The more he recovers, the lower Chen Ling's chances of winning." Han Meng spoke resolutely and decisively,

"No matter what, I am also the Pathway Chief of 【Judgment】. Even if I die, being able to interfere with the Lord of Spirit Void for a few minutes... it's also worth it."

Black Spades J opened his mouth, speechless for a moment.

At this moment, his mood was complex. After shock and sighing with emotion, right now it was more of a sense of self-blame and powerlessness... He was ultimately only Rank 7. If he was also Rank 8 like Han Meng, perhaps he could also go with the other party to delay a little time.

However, Han Meng had just taken a few steps out when a palm pressed on his shoulder.

Buzz——!!

When the familiar 【Asura】 aura roared and surged, Han Meng froze... He subconsciously turned his head, only to see a red-haired figure also wearing an Enforcer windbreaker, calmly walking past him...

The former Commander-in-Chief of Aurora Domain Enforcers, Pathway Chief of 【Asura】, Hong Xiu.

And beside Hong Xiu, there was also a figure carrying a Large Writing Brush on his back. It was exactly the former Third Hall of Floating Life Painting, Rank 8 of the Path of the Arts, Lü Liangren.

Hong Xiu's eyes shifted, glancing at Han Meng, and a faint smile hooked up the corner of her mouth...

"Don't be anxious... Enforcer Han Meng."

"I, this Commander-in-Chief of Enforcers, am still alive. As for throwing your life away... it's not your turn yet."