Drool
The devil whispered in the centipede's ear. Its body trembled violently, freezing stiffly in place, not daring to move an inch.
But Chen Ling sniffed carefully. This fragrance didn't seem to be coming from the Shadow Centipede. Although this meat chicken also smelled good, the scent he smelled was dozens of times more fragrant than this. It was the kind of fragrance that could pluck at his heartstrings.
Thinking that he still had to ride this meat chicken, Chen Ling could only temporarily suppress the craving in his heart and look up at the thick rock layer above.
"This smell... could it be coming from above?"
Chen Ling gulped down a mouthful of saliva.
...
Surface.
Wang Jincheng struggled to sit up from the pool of blood, the severe pain all over his body making his face pale.
They weren't like Wang Jincheng, a possessor of the Path of Force. Even without using his Divine Path, his own physical fitness was also very strong, able to withstand a frontal collision from a Calamity rhinoceros without dying... The skills of these Path of the Arts possessors were more exaggerated than the last, but their physical strength was weak and ordinary, fundamentally incomparable to the Path of the Soldier and the Path of Force.
A red-robed bishop, single-handedly, flashed in front of these Floating Life Painting members with astonishing speed. With a casual punch to their throats, the latter's Adam's apples instantly shattered, flying backwards for dozens of meters like sandbags.
Several low-rank Floating Life Painting members struggled with difficulty for a moment before losing their breath on the spot.
"Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One... Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One... Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One..." The chanting of the Scarlet Heaven Cultists echoed around, carrying a hint of eeriness in their devotion. As their voices grew increasingly resonant, the sighing gale began to feel piercingly cold.
It wasn't that Wang Jincheng didn't want to step forward to stop them, but rather his injuries were too severe. If the Path of Force hadn't transformed his physique to be strong enough, he would probably have become a corpse like the others by now... He stood weakly among the kneeling red tide, but found it difficult to move even half a step.
As the interfering small fry were gradually cleared out, the second red-robed bishop standing in the center of the tide also took out a Short Blade and cut open the wrists of both his hands.
Scarlet blood surged out from between his hairy arms like a fountain, intertwining with the churning blood sea beneath his feet!
The next moment, the red smoke slowly rising around him instantly solidified by a few points!
The concentration of Red Star Aura hidden within a bishop-level body was not something other ordinary cultists could compare to. He alone was worth the combined Aura of over a dozen people. As he actively released his own blood, this bait bonfire aimed at the "World-Ending" burned fiercely!
A gaze seemed to be attracted by the Aura here, passing through the hazy Gray World, and landing on the churning blood sea tide.
Sigh——
A hurricane lingered in everyone's ears. That faint sighing sound seemed to be approaching.
"Crap..." Sensing that extremely oppressive gaze, Yang Muquan's heart skipped a beat. While entangled with several high-rank Calamities, he fiercely looked up at the sky. Under the leaden gray clouds, a massive Convergence Point was silently and slowly opening.
This Gray Realm Convergence Point was larger than all the existing Convergence Points within the Red Dust Domain, and it was still constantly expanding. If a Convergence Point that could let Sixth Stage or even Seventh Stage Calamities pass through was roughly the size of a playground, then this Convergence Point at this moment was as massive as a whole Bird's Nest stadium, branded onto the sky!
"They actually really attracted the attention of a 'World-Ending'??" There was not a trace of blood color on Wang Jincheng's face.
Going by this posture, it was only a matter of time before the Scarlet Heaven Cultists guided the [Cessation] Calamity here... If it really descended, unless Lord of the Red Dust awakened, there would truly be no one in this Domain who could stop it.
Wang Jincheng took a deep breath, tightly clenching his hands in the blood pool. He gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, staggering forward step by step, his eyes full of the determination of Burning One's Boats.
Seeing that Wang Jincheng was actually still alive, killing intent flickered in the eyes of the other red-robed bishop, and he directly stepped towards him.
In the sighing gale, the two figures approached each other bit by bit...
The scarlet resembling hives knelt prostrating on both sides of their figures. The resonant chanting sounded like war drums, ringing in the wind.
"Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One..."
"Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One... Supreme Crimson Sky World-Saving Exalted One..."
"..."
"Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss... King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate."
Suddenly, an eerie and hoarse voice mixed into the chanting of the Scarlet Heaven Cultists, sounding from between the two.
They both froze at the same time.
The blood-soaked soil between the two suddenly squirmed slightly. The next moment, a larva of a Shadow Centipede drilled out from underground, revealing half a sen-ran and eerie head, staring fixedly at the red-robed bishop.
The Shadow Centipede's mouthparts opened, and actually like a human, repeated a sentence again:
"Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss;"
"King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate."
"?" The red-robed bishop's eyes were full of blankness.
Boom——!!!
The next moment, the earth beneath their feet explosively burst open. A huge black shadow, like a building, broke out of the ground from deep underground. Segments of limbs rapidly surged towards the sky, so long that one actually couldn't see the end at a glance!
This sudden change of events left everyone present frozen in place.
"This is... a Calamity from the 'Ghost Mockery Abyss'? How could it appear here?" Wang Jincheng's brows furrowed unconsciously.
The Shadow Centipede that shot straight into the clouds wound and turned in mid-air. Ultimately, that massive head lowered down towards the blood-colored tide again... Only then did everyone clearly see that on top of that Shadow Centipede's head, there were actually two figures.
One person wearing a bloodstained Great Crimson Theatrical Robe stood in front. His head was shattered and dented in one spot. A pitch-black mask was worn on his face, and a pair of scarlet eyes curved playfully. The exaggeratedly raised corners of the mouth even directly grinned to the roots of the ears. Just one look was enough to make one's blood run cold.
Behind him stood quietly a young girl wearing a long black dress, holding a half-head with both hands. Her hazy black hair fluttered in the wind, like a respectful and mysterious attendant.
The appearance of these two people made the brains of everyone, except Heart 9 and Jack of Clubs, stall for a moment... There were actually people standing on top of a Calamity's head??
Calamities and humans had never been able to coexist. Moreover, they could sense that the Rank of this Shadow Centipede was not low. How could it possibly allow a human to stand on its head, and even actively lower its head to let the other party step off onto the ground?
The red-robed bishop, Wang Jincheng, Yang Muquan, and the other Floating Life Painting members who had barely arrived, simultaneously focused their gazes on that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe on top of the Shadow Centipede's head...
He slightly raised his head and sniffed the air, his Adam's apple rolling with a gulp,
A strand of crystal-clear drool strung down from under the mask...