Chapter 1437: Collapsing Zhao Yi

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Dust raised from the ground swirled in the wailing wind, a pair of vermilion earrings swayed silently. The moment that calm human face clearly appeared, everyone around the carriage felt a shock.

It was him... it really was him!

"Chen Ling!?" Pu Shu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wasn't he already expelled from the South Sea Territory? How could he..."

The terrifying aura of the Five Great Blights spewed forth before the abyss. The figure in the large red opera robe stepped through the void, passing over their heads step by step, and finally set foot on the land of the South Sea Territory...

The Vow Gu did not erupt, and no abnormalities appeared on his body.

The blind man's mood grew increasingly complex.

"How did you get rid of the Vow Gu?" the blind man finally couldn't help but ask.

Chen Ling walked straight towards the crowd, directly ignoring the blind man's question and Pu Shu's trembling body. The large red opera robe fluttered in the aura of the Ghostly Abyss, his steps as steady as a mountain.

As Chen Ling approached, Pu Shu instinctively began to retreat. The blind man was weakly supported in place, his ruined eyes still staring blankly in Chen Ling's direction.

"No matter how you got rid of the Vow Gu... you're too late."

"The South Sea Territory has been destroyed, and Lord Nanhai is not here. If you want to kill me for revenge... then go ahead; this wretched life of mine won't last much longer anyway..."

"Expelling you was a decision made by Lord Nanhai and me. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

From the blind man's perspective, Chen Ling, as the leader of the World-Ending Calamity, having led the calamity territory on a long raid to the South Sea Territory, had only one purpose: revenge.

The blind man knew the current situation; with just these survivors, they could not possibly be a match for the Ghostly Abyss.

He was prepared to face Chen Ling's wrath with his life.

Facing the blind man's willingness to die, Chen Ling still didn't even spare him a glance, merely speaking coldly:

"...Get out of the way."

The blind man was startled.

Before he could react, Chen Ling shoved him aside with such immense force that it nearly knocked him to the ground. The blind man turned his head in astonishment, only to see Chen Ling walking directly towards a figure behind him.

As Chen Ling approached, the Pu family patriarch, the scholar, Pu Chunshu, Pu Xiachen, Pu Shu... all the survivors inside the carriage instinctively tensed their bodies. It wasn't that they were particularly afraid of Chen Ling, but rather that the world-ending aura from the Ghostly Abyss was simply too powerful.

Chen Ling passed by them without sparing a glance.

Finally,

Chen Ling stopped in front of Han Meng and Zhao Yi.

Han Meng seemed to guess Chen Ling's purpose in coming; his gaze was somewhat complex as he released Zhao Yi's hand, which he had been supporting.

The moment Zhao Yi saw Chen Ling appear, his eyes were already red. His lips trembled as he limped weakly forward, his eyes filled with anger, grievance, and despair... like a defeated person whose spirit had been broken.

He stumbled, about to fall headlong to the ground, but Chen Ling swiftly reached out and steadily supported him.

"Zhao Yi..." Chen Ling said softly, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Yi's chapped lips parted again. The pain he had suppressed all this time finally found an outlet; this time, tears could no longer be held back and streamed from his eyes!

"Chen Ling..."

"They're all dead..."

"I don't have a home again... Chen Ling..."

Zhao Yi's heart-wrenching sobs echoed over the ruins.

Chen Ling stood there silently, gently patting Zhao Yi's back, which trembled with his sobs, wanting to comfort him, yet not knowing what to say.

Chen Ling had known Zhao Yi since they were in District Three. Back then, Zhao Yi had a small, happy home, but after his father died in a calamity invasion, Zhao Yi wandered alone in Aurora City. It wasn't until he met the Fusionists that he truly found a place to belong.

Chen Ling still remembered Zhao Yi's excited expression on his face when he took him from the Boundless Territory on their way to the Fusionists. He had enthusiastically introduced everything about the Fusionists to Chen Ling: the dorms, meals, teachers, atmosphere... Scenes from the past flashed before Chen Ling's eyes, finally fading into nothingness, leaving only the desolate ruins on the ground, wailing in the wind.

Zhao Yi had lost everything once again.

Chen Ling was silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice:

"I... I will make it pay."

Verbal comfort is the compromise of the weak;

Only by making the mastermind pay a bloody price could the hundreds of tragically departed souls of the Fusionists be appeased!

Chen Ling entrusted Zhao Yi to Han Meng. The two exchanged a silent glance; Han Meng knew what Chen Ling intended to do and nodded slightly at him:

"Protect yourself."

The red and black opera robe flapped in the wind as the figure slowly walked towards the two world-ending calamities.

Seeing Chen Ling leave like that, the blind man was slightly stunned... He suddenly seemed to realize something, giving a bitter smile as his expression grew increasingly dejected.

Chen Ling didn't care about his wretched life at all.

Or rather, Chen Ling didn't even consider him, or even the entire South Sea Territory, significant.

Their past doubts about Chen Ling were merely paranoias in their own minds. It was like stray dogs barking wildly at Chen Ling, who would only cast them a disgusted glance. He had traveled a thousand miles with the entire Ghostly Abyss to this place, and it was not at all to take revenge on these wretched outcasts...

From the beginning, the blind man had overestimated himself; he was not worthy of Chen Ling acting to such an extent.

Chen Ling's purpose in coming was only one...

To exact revenge on the Calamity of Thought.

Chen Ling had long stopped caring about humanity's opinion of him. In this world, he only cared about those who had been good to him. Chen Ling scoffed at the South Sea Territory's persecution of him; but since the Calamity of Thought had tormented the entire Fusionist faction to death, Chen Ling would make it pay, even if it meant traveling a thousand miles!

"Then what about us...?" the blind man asked blankly.

As Han Meng supported Zhao Yi and walked away, he said in a deep voice, "If you want to be caught in this world-ending war, then keep standing here foolishly... I'm leaving."

Only then did the crowd suddenly come to their senses. Although the territorial train had been overturned, half of the South Sea Territory had now become the domain of the Ghostly Abyss. As long as the calamities from the Ghostly Abyss did not attack them, they could leave safely.

Pu Shu looked at the tall and terrifying shadow blights around him, feeling a chill in his heart, and quietly moved a little closer to Han Meng and Zhao Yi...

Not just him, but the blind man and the Pu family members also moved closer to Han Meng.

Everyone knew that Chen Ling would not attack Han Meng and Zhao Yi, so as long as they stuck close to Han Meng and Zhao Yi, they could escape safely.

As the figures of the crowd disappeared amidst the calamities of the Ghostly Abyss,

Chen Ling's gaze slowly fell upon the two figures emanating world-ending auras.