Chapter 1828: Similar Fate

It seemed as if he could only watch helplessly as his left arm vanished bit by bit, just like his right arm had before, fading away into nothingness.

His eyes filled with endless terror; Chūnyá did not know what had happened, but he understood that if this continued, he would head toward death, just like his arms, and eventually his whole body would completely dissipate in the mortal world, like a wisp of illusory dust.

However, although fear filled his heart, Chūnyá at this moment was powerless, able only to watch helplessly as all this befell him.

Under Chūnyá's despairing gaze, his entire left arm swiftly and completely disappeared.

Immediately afterward, no miracle appeared; everything continued without any sign of stopping.

His right foot also began to dissipate gradually from the toes, like burnt ash, lightly blown by a breeze, drifting bit by bit into the air.

Watching his right foot also gradually disappear, Chūnyá plunged completely into the brink of collapse.

At this moment, Chūnyá's eyes turned red; his whole person seemed to have lost his reason, roaring hoarsely like a madman.

"No! Stop! Hurry stop, ah......"

"Who on earth is it? Who exactly is it?"

By now, Chūnyá had completely descended into madness, attacking his surroundings aimlessly; the terrifying Línglì throughout his body surged forth like a volcanic eruption.

He attacked everything around him without reservation, and under the impact of the violent Línglì, cracks appeared in the space, like a shattered mirror.

Various attacks filled the entire space, while the Union Joy Palace disciple who had been blown away earlier, barely clinging to his last breath, swallowed a healing pill and finally regained some vital energy.

This pill was a priceless Immortal-grade healing pill, and the disciple had only a few of them on his person.

But just then, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, and that violent Línglì quickly spread to his position.

At this moment, the Línglì within Chūnyá's body surged like an untamed wild horse, its violence reaching the extreme.

Even if Chūnyá in this state were merely touched by the aftershock of the Línglì he emitted, it would worsen the injuries of the already heavily wounded Union Joy Palace disciple, possibly killing him on the spot.

Therefore, despite the excruciating pain coming from every part of his body, the Union Joy Palace disciple clenched his teeth tightly and stumbled backward with difficulty, putting a safe distance between himself and Chūnyá.

At this moment, he simply did not have the courage to approach Chūnyá, who had completely lost his reason and fallen into a mad state.

Chūnyá's eyes were filled with frenzy and killing intent, and he could no longer distinguish friend from foe.

When he discovered that even his all-out burst of Línglì could not stop the melting of his right leg, the anger in his heart erupted like a volcano, and he roared.

"If you've got the guts, get out here, you sneaky rat—what kind of hero are you?"

However, at the moment Chūnyá's words fell, a low, cold voice suddenly exploded in his mind.

"You wretched creature, you don't even know death is upon you, obstinate and insensate."

This sudden voice was like a thunderclap, exploding beside Chūnyá's ear.

He widened his eyes, his face full of shock, as if frozen by a paralysis spell, standing stiffly on the spot.

He even forgot the pain of having just lost his right leg; his mind held only that mysterious voice and endless doubt.

"How is this possible……why has this happened?" Chūnyá muttered, his eyes full of disbelief.

He tried to make sense of it all, but found his thoughts plunged into chaos.

At that moment, Chūnyá's body suddenly began to flicker.

He watched in horror as his body gradually turned transparent, as if about to dissipate into nothingness.

He struggled desperately, trying to grasp the last shred of hope, but it was all in vain.

In the blink of an eye, Chūnyá's body vanished completely.

His existence seemed to be erased, leaving no trace; the whole space returned to calm, only Chūnyá's lingering aura still drifting in the air, but soon even that faded away completely, as if Chūnyá had never existed.

The entire process happened so quickly that it caught everyone off guard.

Chūnyá thus departed this world silently, his fate full of mystery, and that mysterious voice became the final hue of his life.

Chūnyá's strange disappearance left the Union Joy Palace disciple, who had barely managed to save his life in the distance, shocked beyond measure, his heart filled with even greater doubt.

"Who exactly made a move? Without even showing his face, without feeling a trace of Línglì fluctuation, he outright killed an Immortal-realm immortal spirit."

Furthermore, from beginning to end, Chūnyá had no power to fight back at all, as if…… as if he were being toyed with in the palm of someone's hand; the person behind this fundamentally treated Chūnyá as a plaything, not even worthy of being called an opponent.

The Union Joy Palace disciple couldn't make sense of it, while on the other side, on the stone platform,

Hēiyán and Bìlán, who were originally responsible for guarding the disciples of the four major powers, now also had faces full of fear.

For just a dozen breaths ago, they too had encountered the same thing as Chūnyá, with their arms beginning to dissipate for no apparent reason.

As soon as they noticed, Hēiyán and Bìlán were filled with panic, completely unaware of what was happening, but seeing their arms continuously disappearing, they both couldn't help but panic.

Afterward, they tried every possible method, but none could stop the dissipation of their arms; in the end, even if they made the same choice as Chūnyá,

that was to directly abandon the entire arm, intending to sacrifice the limb to save the core.

But the result was still useless; after abandoning the entire right arm, not even a few breaths later the left arm began to dissipate.

Hardening their hearts in fear, they gritted their teeth and ruthlessly abandoned the entire right arm again.

After abandoning both arms in succession, it was still to no avail; the next second, the right leg began to dissipate.

Faced with this sudden change, Hēiyán and Bìlán's hearts were filled with terror, and they kept shouting loudly.

"Who, who is it?"

"Stop, I'm telling you to stop, ah."

"Why is this happening? Why is this happening, ah."

The two kept shouting in alarm, while the disciples of the four major powers within the Formation, seeing their miserable state, were also momentarily at a loss as to what was happening.

Among the Guo Family's sequence disciples, someone looked toward the Second Sequence and asked,

"Elder brother, what's wrong with them?"

Just a second ago they were fine, but the next second they only heard Hēiyán and Bìlán suddenly cry out in alarm; then everyone turned toward the sound and saw that the two's right arms began to mysteriously disappear.

They also couldn't sense any person present, nor any fluctuation of Línglì or legal power, yet the two's bodies were simply being worn away inexplicably by someone.