Chapter 615

Dispatch

Boom——!!

An earth-shattering explosion sounded from the ruins. Two skeletal Calamities and three shadow monsters twisted together, as if enemies meeting on a narrow path. The biting between the giant beasts shook the heavens and earth, with every movement kicking up billowing dust and smoke.

At the same time, the five Calamity Domains crazily expanded like bubbles, annihilating all matter swept into them into nothingness.

In the distance, Lü Liangren was dumbfounded.

Not only him, but at this moment, everyone within the Red Dust Domain except Chen Ling hadn't anticipated that Calamities would actually fight among themselves... To the Nine Great Human Realms, Calamities were an extremely mysterious existence, and the vast majority of people wouldn't even see a single Calamity in their entire lives.

People who could know that there were also Calamity region divisions in the Gray World were already extremely few. Who could know that there were other entanglements among these Calamities?

Lü Liangren looked in the direction of the "Ghost Mockery Abyss". At this moment, there was still an endless stream of Calamities crawling out from it and spreading in all directions. If these Calamities could infight with each other, then their pressure would undoubtedly be lessened considerably.

"Of all times... and of all places, the 'Ghost Mockery Abyss'?" Lü Liangren fell into deep thought, "Who summoned it here?"

A faint sound of electric current came from his waist. Lü Liangren took out his Walkie-talkie and pressed the button.

"You finally have some movement. When can you block those Convergence Points?"

"Not that fast." On the other end of the Walkie-talkie, a low male voice with unclear articulation sounded, "The area of the Gray Realm Convergence is too large, and there are hundreds of connected Convergence Points... Even I need time."

"How much more time do you need?" Lü Liangren snorted coldly, "The Gray Realm Convergence artificially caused by the Scarlet Heaven Cult will automatically reset in ten days at most... Don't tell me you have to wait until then to seal the Convergence Points. By that time, I'm afraid the entire Red Dust Domain will be razed to the ground."

"Two hours."

"...That's more like it."

"There's another piece of news." The man's voice on the Walkie-talkie paused for a moment, "Fourth discovered an artificially arranged exceptionally large formation underground in the Main City. It looks like some kind of Alchemy Array Formation, and its range basically matches the area converged by the Gray World."

"Alchemy Array Formation... Something from the Path of the Witch God again?"

Lü Liangren recalled the mysterious formation on the second floor of the dance hall back then, his brows deeply furrowed, "Such a large-scale Alchemy Array Formation cannot be completed by one person... Could this matter be related to the Wuji Domain?"

"The function of the Array Formation is still unclear to us. But this sudden large-scale attack by the Scarlet Heaven Cult in all likelihood cannot be disassociated from the Wuji Domain. I have already dispatched Sixth and Seventh as Special Envoys to go to the Wuji Domain to negotiate with the Witchcraft Association, to see what exactly is going on."

"Right when we need manpower, you sent away the Sixth Hall and Seventh Hall?" Lü Liangren was startled, "Then who will deal with these Calamities??"

"One Lü Liangren is worth the sum of the remaining six Halls... You can do it."

Lü Liangren: ...

"Sending the two of them together is also double insurance... We're just afraid of the worst-case scenario appearing." The voice on the other end of the Walkie-talkie was extremely low.

"You mean..." Lü Liangren hesitated to speak,

"How is that possible?"

"You should have also heard some rumors about the Wuji Domain... In short, we must prepare for the worst." The person changed the subject, "Give me two more hours, and I can temporarily seal all the Ash Realm Intersection Points. The mission of finding the source of that Alchemy Array is entrusted to you.

Follow the underground Markings, perhaps you can gain something."

"...I understand."

Lü Liangren put away the Walkie-talkie, took one last look at the five Calamities fighting in a chaotic melee, picked up his eight-foot Calligraphy Brush, and casually drew on the ground. His figure then rapidly sank down.

...

Jinghong Theater.

As Huang Suyue moved a stool and reignited the candles in the Lanterns one by one, the dim Theater House lobby finally recovered a corner of brightness.

Kong Baosheng clenched his hands into fists and paced behind the tightly closed Theater House doors, his pale little face full of anxiety.

"The two Misters have been gone for so long and haven't returned yet... Nothing could have happened, right?!"

"Calm down a bit, don't think blindly. Es... Especially your boss, he accumulates virtue by doing good deeds, and has great fortune and a long life. Nothing will happen to him." Huang Suyue almost blurted out "Lord Special Envoy won't have an accident", but fortunately she covered it up in time and said seriously.

Among the people present, the one who worried the least about Chen Ling was Huang Suyue. In her view, how could Lord Special Envoy, a dignified Rank 8 powerhouse, possibly have an accident?

Perhaps because Huang Suyue's voice was too calm, Kong Baosheng's nervousness also eased a little. He couldn't help but think, they all say good people are rewarded. Mr. Lin is the best person in the world, surely Heaven wouldn't have the heart to let him have an accident, right?

Meanwhile, Wang Jincheng sat leaning by the door, wrapped in bandages and a fixation frame. His gaze occasionally glanced at the gray sky outside the window, his expression grave, without saying a word.

Thump, thump, thump——

A burst of hurried knocking sounded.

The three turned their heads simultaneously to look at the main door. Kong Baosheng's eyes lit up, excitedly shouting "The Misters are back", then rushed forward with a quick step to open the door.

Creak——

As the doors of the Theater House opened, the sighing gale surged into the Theater House again.

Only to see a figure wearing a blue Theatrical Robe, covered everywhere in mud and dust, awkwardly standing outside the door carrying a large bag of medicine.

"Mr. Li!!" Kong Baosheng exclaimed.

"Baosheng, I bought the medicine back for you." Li Qingshan's voice was as gentle as possible. He handed the large bag of medicine in his hand completely into Kong Baosheng's arms, "I don't know exactly what medicines you need, so I bought all the related ones back for you. See if it's enough?"

Kong Baosheng took the medicine, and after rummaging through it a couple of times, nodded repeatedly:

"It's enough... enough! It's too much!"

His face was full of joy. With these medicines, Grandmother's condition should ease a lot... Just as he was gleefully preparing to go upstairs, from the corner of his eye he suddenly caught a glimpse behind Li Qingshan's empty back, and froze slightly.

"...Where's Mr. Lin?"

"Mr. Lin, he..." Li Qingshan opened his mouth, his expression somewhat unnaturally saying, "We encountered a Calamity attack on the way. We ran separately, and eventually got separated... But the place we separated wasn't far from the Theater House. He should have taken another path, and will be back soon."

Li Qingshan had a talent for Acting, but lying while looking into someone's eyes was truly not something he was good at. After finishing this pre-planned speech, he quickly changed the subject,

"Baosheng, hurry and go feed your Grandmother the medicine."

"But Mr. Lin, he..."

"Mr. Lin and I ran this trip just to deliver the medicine to your Grandmother as soon as possible. Now the medicine is in your hands. If we drag it out any longer, wouldn't our efforts be wasted? Go quickly, Brother Lin will be back in a while."

"...Then, then I'll go up first! If Mr. Lin comes back, you absolutely must call me!"