Reverse flow of the Yellow Springs

Li Yelai felt himself falling.

It was not a physical fall, but a more fundamental collapse. His flesh and blood were twisting, and his well of souls was boiling, as if his entire existence was being dragged into the abyss by some indescribable force.

Even more bizarrely, this distortion is not simply an erosion, but rather a kind of... regression.

Like a drop of ink falling into water, it will eventually dissipate without a trace. His consciousness, memories, and will were all being pulled by this force, as if trying to collapse him back to his most primal state. No thought, no self, only pure "origin."

"Only through distortion can you see your true self. Face reality, champion, await your true ending!"

A certain whisper echoed in his mind, like the truth, or like the ravings of madness.

In that instant, Li Yelai inexplicably thought of his younger sister, Li Yunyan.

In her eyes, all living beings were indescribable, bizarre monsters.

Is this the truth of the world?

No, it's a truth imposed by some being!
"Go and talk to the Blood Gods!"

Therefore, Li Yelai decisively used the power of the Chosen of Chaos!

They wanted to use the power of chaos to force back this eerie feeling!
Will the monster hidden beneath the champion's destiny be able to influence the three chosen gods of chaos?
However, the moment the mask was activated, that eerie sense of return vanished abruptly. Seemingly sensing the gaze of the chaotic deity, its power shattered with a deafening roar.

But then, an even more terrifying change occurred.

Two completely different forces suddenly awakened deep within Li Yelai's flesh and blood.

Like two ravenous beasts, they were tearing at his soul.

'Blood sacrifice to the blood god, head to the throne! '

'All things decay, but life endures!'

Ferocity and decay erupted simultaneously at this moment!

He did indeed break free from the corruption of "returning to the origin," but in its place came the double corruption brought about by his status as the chosen one of chaos.

His skin was covered in bulging veins, one half of which was marked with scarlet, murderous lines, while the other half was covered with festering sores.

Has the corrupting power of chaos been amplified?
What exactly is this power?
What's with that strange sense of returning?

Li Yelai was shaken, struggling to suppress the bizarre anomaly.

As the chosen one of the Chaos Gods, once he mutates, he will either transform into a Chaos Egg, becoming a twisted mass of flesh devoid of reason.

Either their minds undergo a complete transformation, their beliefs are thoroughly overridden and distorted, and they become the true chosen ones, the chosen ones whose hearts turn towards chaos.

Both of these outcomes are unacceptable!

But facing chaos multiple times has enabled Li Yelai to maintain his composure amidst such distortions.

The twisted limbs are rapidly healing, and the teeth and sores that have grown on the body are quickly disappearing.

However, it was in that very instant.

In the distance, behind the shattered eyeball, within that spatial rift.

A terrifying sense of danger struck almost instantly.

In that instant, the physical world seemed to be sliced ​​through by a blade from a higher dimension. Space itself groaned in agony, and everything in its path—matter, energy, even light—was neatly separated in that single strike!
The spatial method was severed; that was a spatial slash!
A fatal premonition hit me like a bucket of ice water.

Li Yelai laughed angrily, picked up his halberd, and stepped forward.

That was a perfect timing!
This slash was launched while the three were still resisting the twisting power!

Apart from Li Yelai, who activated the Eternal God's Chosen Face, the other two, and even the Little Mad King hiding in the shadows, could potentially be killed.

Then let's rely on the power of the Eternal Chosen God to withstand this blow!

Even if he is split in two, Li Yelai can pick himself up and fight again!
However, someone was faster than Li Ye! In that instant, several tall figures rushed out from the shadows, grabbing the three men's arms or shoulders, seemingly trying to take them away from their original positions.

That was Little Mad King. She suddenly appeared from the shadows and used her Shadow Clone technique to try and take the three of them away from danger.

At the same time, an even more ferocious blue flame roared up, seemingly illuminating the entire night.

Dawn, positioned to one side, swung away the arm of the Little Mad King's clone, stomped forward, and ignited the blue flames on his body, burning away the distorted changes on his body.

He drew an exquisite circle with his three-pointed, double-edged sword.

A direct clash with spatial slashing power!

In dire straits, the Azure Flame Chosen received an even more powerful boost!

"You two are useless; I have to save the day!"

Dawn roared, its violent power surging, forcefully smashing a gap in the spatial slash.

The next instant, the buildings and fortresses behind them were neatly sliced ​​off.

Dawn's body also retreated several steps.

He too was caught in the distortion, yet he broke free from its effects even faster, or rather, through the power of the distortion, transformed into something radiating endless malice. That viscous, pitch-black liquid seemed to contain countless acts of despair and malice. Was this the transformation of the Azure Flame Chosen after the distortion?
"You're moving too slowly!" Dawn shouted.

"You're not the champion, so it's easy for you to talk!" The hideous maw on Zhu Ye's neck roared, finally collapsing back into a scarlet scar in resentment. He was also quickly recovering from his twisted state.

But the crisis did not disappear; after one failed attack, the attackers launched another surprise attack.

More space was slashed and fell silently.

Their power was not as terrifying as the first time, but they were still dense and swift enough!

The ground silently cracked open into a bottomless ravine, the abandoned high-rise building was diagonally cut off, the upper half of the building slowly slid down, the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

Clearly, the opponent intended to take advantage of the two champions' time under the hard control effect of the distortion to quickly kill them.

However, the next moment, a colossal beast from mythology roared forth.

It has a human face and a snake's body, and its body, covered in deep red scales, is hundreds of meters long.

The eerie three-colored moonlight within the disaster fog transformed into a thick barrier of moonlight for him!

It was like a tall wall rising from the ground, blocking all spatial attacks.

That is, Candle Night is the mythical mimicry of Candle Dragon! Throne of the Cold Moon!

At the same time, the sharp edge hidden in the shadows is revealed.

Several tall figures rushed out from around the crack. In the instant they moved quickly, they split into more afterimages and attacked the crack together.

It was Little Mad King; she directly assassinated the attacker!

The hundreds of echoing sounds carried a curse of doubt, making the attackers suspect that each one was the real entity and that each afterimage posed a threat.

This abruptly halted the attackers' offensive.

This forced it to deal with the approaching afterimages, and the more intense slashes spread like a spider web, annihilating all the approaching afterimages and clones.

At the same time, he finally revealed his true colors.

It was a humanoid creature about three meters tall, with its entire body crimson red.

That is the Rakshasa King, the sixth-ranking leader-level terror demon!

"What a pity. I was even willing to set aside my pride and dignity to launch a sneak attack, yet I still couldn't kill a single one."

(Sorry for the writer's block.) (End of Chapter)