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"I shouldn't have wasted so much breath on them!"

Lanling Wang had never been so angry, but in the end, the black hole still succeeded. It was indeed a being with will, and even with life!

Wang Yi's dark head stared blankly at Lanling Wang, radiating a sense of danger and unknown fear.

Lanling Wang stared silently at the head, a ghostly green light emanating from his body, transforming him back into the Shadow Hunter and entering stealth mode.

All around was silent, except for the twisted figure at the city gate, whose blood flowed forward and gathered at his feet, where it was slowly absorbed.

But the head had wide-open, dark eye sockets, looking eerily straight ahead, as if there were someone there.

puff-

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out, and a large hole appeared in the chest of the dark figure.

A sharp blade pierced the chest of the dark-skinned man, and black, foul-smelling liquid gushed out, dripping down and staining the bright red pool of blood at his feet. The black and red colors created a strange kind of beauty.

Lanling Wang revealed himself, coldly staring at the head. The black eye sockets also stared blankly at him. The dark figure did not die as Lanling Wang had imagined. He seemed to feel nothing from the destruction of his chest, unaware of pain or death.

Lanling Wang did not leave. He wanted to deal with it here. Such a great threat could not be allowed to roam freely in the Cloud Desert. This thing gave him an increasingly strong sense of threat. He had to eliminate it before it grew stronger. However, the person in front of him was still standing there, not caring about the large hole in his chest. He just stared straight at him, as if he was observing him.

"A new...body..."

At this moment, the head twisted its neck, slowly opened its mouth, and made a harsh, grating sound like shards of glass rubbing together. It even seemed to be smiling with delight.

Lanling Wang frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.

He drew his sharp blade and slashed at the head's neck.

"Pfft-"

Another sound of flesh being torn apart.

The head fell to the ground with a "thud," rolled once, and then the black mist clinging to it slowly subsided, revealing the shriveled and decaying head.

However, its body did not dissipate; it stood upright like a sculpture, the black hole behind it still shrinking into its body, and the blood beneath its feet still being absorbed by it.

The headless corpse had a smooth cut on its neck, but no flesh or bones were visible; it was just pitch black. Such a headless body exuded an eerie atmosphere that was chilling.

"..." Faced with this scene, Lanling Wang frowned and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Without uttering a word, he swung the sharp blade on his arm, effortlessly slicing the corpse into pieces.

The dark chunks of meat tumbled and rolled to the ground with a "glug" sound, stained with blood, but it still didn't stop.

The flesh was absorbed into the blood, the black hole was contracting, but the blood was still flowing towards this side.

The being before him is unkillable; with his current abilities, Lanling King cannot kill it.

“Choose you…” A distorted voice suddenly rang out.

!!!

In that instant, Lanling Wang swiftly dodged away, constantly moving further away from the city gate.

"Puff puff!"

The instant Lanling King leaped, streaks of black lines suddenly rose from the flowing pool of blood, intertwining and dancing, constantly striking towards Lanling King.

Lanling Wang nimbly dodged to the side and retreated, the constant feeling of his life being in danger reminding him that this thing was dangerous! He had to escape! He couldn't care less about others, about falling from the clouds, or even about himself!

The black lines relentlessly pursued him, quickly carving small pits into the barren, sandy land. Each time, the lines seemed to brush past Lanling Wang, moving with the agility and speed of a swimming dragon, carrying a strong sense of aggression as they chased after him.

As Lanling Wang moved further away from Jinting City, the black lines relentlessly pursued him, their frenzy intensifying as they stretched and chased after him.

This is? !

Suddenly, a black line grazed his cheek, and Lanling Wang felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

More black lines took this opportunity to entangle and bind him, pulling him back to Golden Court City.

When Lanling Wang was pulled back to Jinting City, he saw that the blood of nearly a hundred bandits had been completely absorbed, and a black hole nearly three meters wide was twisting and turning. The deep blackness carried a kind of hatred, not towards Lanling Wang, but towards everyone else.

The black lines gripped his body tightly, throwing him into the black hole.

Like sinking to the bottom of the sea, Lanling Wang felt suffocated. He floated, desperately trying to swim upwards, to see the light of day again, to breathe fresh air, but he could grasp nothing and rely on nothing.

Fragmented images and scenes suddenly appeared before his eyes, then were switched, as if someone was examining his memories. This terrified him, as everything about him was exposed without reservation.

“Xuan Ce, you must remember that so-called martial arts are nothing more than the accumulation of the number of victims. They have never had any lofty meaning. Or rather, their essence is the art of killing. Meaning and such are just definitions that people make based on their own ideas.”

He was recounting to a red-haired boy with curious eyes how he first took on the role of a master.

"A person does not need others of the same kind."

As I gaze indifferently at the Great Wall, hatred burns within me, and I inadvertently think of the red-haired boy already on the Great Wall, reminding myself to be ruthless.

"Now that I've reclaimed the Protectorate, what will I do next? What will be the point? Why do I always feel like I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the vortex of revenge, only to be surrounded by emptiness in the end?"

He also wondered whether his revenge against the Great Wall was right or wrong.

"Your Majesty, what should I do? Should I teach the people to obey me as if they were tamed?" I, in my past, dressed in magnificent clothes, asked such a naive question.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge on the Great Wall! They stole our home!"

The fire was burning, and it was rebuilt as the Protectorate General's Office, but it was no longer his home. Anger and hatred filled his heart.

"That's right, your only mission is revenge, and so do I. Your goal is the Great Wall, and one of my goals is also the Great Wall. So we are aligned, we are one. You are me, and I am you. Don't forget, this is the meaning of your existence..." A demonic voice whispered in Lanling King's ear.

"Yes, the only meaning of my existence is revenge, revenge..." As he sank deeper and deeper, Lanling Wang felt powerless.

"Revenge...to gain more power for revenge...revenge by any means necessary..." The darkness deepened, and Lanling Wang lost consciousness.

"In the end... he fell into the abyss."

Lanling Wang struggled, his consciousness gradually fading. Darkness engulfed him, and also the words he unconsciously uttered.

The black hole returned to calm, undisturbed.

"Caw...caw...caw..." The vulture kept circling high in the sky, waiting for the right moment to come down and have a meal. Its sharp cries echoed continuously, as if mocking Lanling King, or as if it were a funeral dirge for him.

"Gah!"

Several lines suddenly pierced the vultures' bodies, their cries abruptly ceased, and blackness mixed with their blood transformed them into ferocious vulture demons.

The black hole suddenly began to fluctuate, shrinking continuously until it formed a human-shaped shell.

Soon, the darkness began to recede, revealing the person inside. He had long, pale hair, and a black mask covered his face, making it impossible to discern his expression. His blood-red clothes were magnificent, suggesting that he was a nobleman. The vulture demon seed obediently landed on his shoulder.

The newly born Prince Lanling looked around and waved his hand.

"laugh--"

The sound of something breaking seemed to rise and fall, and the corpses of nearly a hundred bandits in front of him suddenly twisted and turned into deformed demons, roaring and celebrating their rebirth.

"Ow!"

"Roar!"

The roaring demon saw Lanling King lower his head, showing his submission.

"The pain will soon be over." The cold eyes beneath Lanling King's mask gazed towards the Great Wall as he spoke emotionlessly.

"No divine creation needs to exist here."

……