Trample Limitless
"Brother Lin..."
Seeing this scene, Li Qingshan opened his mouth wanting to persuade him of something, but stopped midway.
Li Qingshan could feel that Chen Ling was somewhat different... His gaze seemingly had something more. Obviously his expression looked so calm, yet it gave people a feeling of extreme danger!
After Chen Ling finished burying Huang Suyue, he passed by Li Qingshan. The Great Crimson Theatrical Robe arrived at the main door of the Theater House, slowly stopping his footsteps.
Drip, drop—— Drip, drop——
Pattering rainwater flowed along the eaves, lightly dancing in the wind like a bead curtain.
Chen Ling raised his head, standing there like a sculpture. It was unknown if his gaze was looking at the eaves flowing with the rain curtain, or the thick rain clouds in the distance, or that massive and complex Alchemy Array in the cloud layers.
"Kong Baosheng." Chen Ling suddenly spoke.
"Why didn't you leave?"
Kong Baosheng opened his mouth, lowering his head and saying softly, "I... I can't bear to leave the Main City, can't bear to leave the Jinghong Theater."
"What about you?" Chen Ling turned his head to look at Li Qingshan beside him.
"I am a descendant of the Pioneers. The Red Dust is the homeland our ancestors guarded. Asking me to helplessly watch it be trampled... I can't do it." Li Qingshan answered firmly.
Chen Ling was silent for a moment,
"So, you both don't plan on leaving, is that right?"
"I won't leave."
"Mister... I won't leave either."
Chen Ling slightly tilted his head, his gaze looking at that plaque written with the three large characters "Jinghong Theater"; the last time he came here, it was to persuade everyone to flee to Willow Town. Unexpectedly, in the end, they still converged in the Theater House...
Perhaps, this was the arrangement of fate.
In Chen Ling's eyes, wisps of complicated faint light flashed. A moment later he crouched down, using his bloodstained fingertips, writing something bit by bit in the mud in front of the Jinghong Theater.
"Since you both aren't leaving, then stay and watch a play."
"Watch a play?" Li Qingshan was startled. "What play?"
"I have a play, I want to sing it for the Limitless Realm to hear... just don't know if they can catch it."
"Mister, didn't you say, No Performance on Rainy Days?" Kong Baosheng asked blankly.
Chen Ling smiled.
He didn't answer, just calmly stepping into this rain.
A Great Crimson Theatrical Robe fluttered with the wind. The two merely blinked their eyes, and those drifting raindrops filling the sky, actually gradually became sparse, ultimately disappearing in the air!
The continuous heavy rain for several days, actually stopped bizarrely as Chen Ling took a step out;
Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng both froze in place, then as if seeing something, lowered their heads to look at the position Chen Ling was standing just now...
At the door of the Jinghong Theater, there was a line of text written in fresh blood. The brushstrokes were sharp, like gripping a sword!
——[The Performer Leaves The Building, The Heavy Rain Suddenly Stops]
"The rain stopped..."
Amidst the whimpering wind, that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe was like a blood-colored ghost, fluttering on the desolate streets.
Amidst his murmurs, massive giant shadows crushed the surrounding streets, following behind him. Like a pitch-black ink-like abyss, they were little by little swallowing this war-torn Red Dust!
The second half of Chen Ling's sentence faintly sounded:
"Follow me, trample Limitless."
...
City walls.
Boom——!!!
Intense firelight was like a giant python, tearing open a gap in the city wall, then rushing straight to the horizon!
The scroll originally covering the sky above the city wall was completely swallowed at this moment. The raging fire burned dense holes in it, connecting into pieces, ultimately thoroughly annihilated into nothingness.
The several Floating Life Painting members on the city wall simultaneously spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, their faces incomparably pale.
Dense black-robed figures walked out from the town that was reduced to ruins. Surrounding them was countless silver torrents, currently all swirling outside the city gate. A rough glance showed thousands!
Seeing this scene, Plum Blossom 8's expression was incomparably ugly.
Even though he and the other Floating Life Painting members had already risked their lives, they still couldn't completely guard the city gate. During the process of crossing blows just now, batch after batch of Silver Phantoms had already slipped into the city. He didn't know how the Main City was doing right now either...
Now, the Witchcraft Association gathered more and more personnel. Wanting to guard the Main City relying on these few remaining people of theirs, was already an impossible matter.
The Floating Life Painting, was already Burnt Out;
"Kill them all." A Sixth Stage black robe leading them said deeply. "The President's Philosopher's Stone is just lacking a little bit... charge into the city as soon as possible, accumulate souls."
As his voice fell, the numerous black robes of the Witchcraft Association simultaneously rushed towards the surroundings of the city wall, dividing the battlefield with absolute numerical advantage, encircling and suppressing the remaining Floating Life Painting members!
At the same time, those thousands of silver torrents directly broke through the blockade, swarming into the city all at once.
Following their passing, the entire city was like being crossed by locusts. All buildings were crashed and cut into pieces, collapsing with a boom... Even the ground was lifted up, revealing the potholed stones below.
"Damn it..."
Seeing this, anger flickered in Plum Blossom 8's eyes. He was just about to make a move to stop that invincible silver torrent, when three black robes descended from the sky, sealing off Plum Blossom 8's path.
Three Sixth Stage Path of the Witch God Oppressive Auras smashed down with a boom!
Plum Blossom 8's pupils slightly contracted. He instantly raised his hand to draw a star-falling chess net, but it was torn open into a hideous gap by the joint forces of the three Sixth Stages. Terrifying pressure made his body sink deeply into the earth, imprisoned in place like a cage.
And what these three black robes wanted, wasn't just this... They saw early on that this youth's strength was extraordinary, and was the leader of the Floating Life Painting. As long as they killed him, the Floating Life Painting would have no more top-tier Combat Power.
A tide of fatal attacks surged over from all directions, instantly leaving Plum Blossom 8 riddled with injuries. But he wasn't an ordinary Sixth Stage. He forcefully relied on terrifying Spiritual Power and several flowers of nothingness Ink and Brush to resist the surrounding attacks!
At the same time,
In the ruins behind the Main City, the earth was like being lifted up by a giant plow. The similarly heavily injured Wang Jincheng stood at the top of the lifted earth, coughing while strenuously maintaining his Divine Path.
From the start of this Realm War, Wang Jincheng was forced to meet a Seventh Stage enemy in battle, ending up heavily injured. Afterwards, he constantly tossed about in the Main City, maintaining the order of the police station, and also making moves to wipe out Silver Phantoms, but this also made the injuries on his body increasingly severe.
But matters having reached this point, Wang Jincheng already had to go to battle with his injuries. Otherwise, waiting until the Limitless Realm breached the Red Dust, he was also destined to die.
"Lofty Mountain Rumble."
Wang Jincheng urged his final Spiritual Power, pulling out a massive black pyramid from deep within the earth, suspending it high in the sky blotting out the sun, then smashing it with a boom towards that silver torrent that had drilled behind the city wall!
But before this pyramid fell down, several black-robed figures joined forces to rush out. Various Ritual Artifacts and Poisonous Insects emitting ghastly Auras pierced through the horizon, colliding with the pyramid!
Thud——!!
Visible airwaves swept across the air, dense cracks spreading at the bottom of the pyramid!
Wang Jincheng was heavily injured after all. And in the Limitless Realm's grand army, there were still several experts of the same tier as him. This strike was destined to be unable to be successfully executed.
At the same time, there were also several black afterimages rushing straight for Wang Jincheng's face!