Chapter 125 The Time Has Come
Lead-gray clouds weighed heavily on the sky, swallowing up even the last ray of light.
Ye Xiang stood still, his robes rustling as they were torn by an invisible force.
His knuckles turned blue from excessive force, and his nails dug deep into his palms without him noticing.
His back suddenly arched violently, and a broken groan of pain escaped from his throat.
The veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms, and it seemed as if two giant pythons were fighting madly under his skin.
Sometimes it bulges out into a ferocious arc, and sometimes it suddenly sinks.
"Well……"
There were beads of cold sweat on his eyelashes.
The originally clear eyes were now half pale and half burning red.
The two colors were madly fighting in the iris, like two flags torn by the wind.
The corners of his lips twitched uncontrollably, and saliva dripped down his chin, hitting the cracked ground and instantly evaporated into a wisp of white smoke.
The air around them had long been frozen like ice, but was suddenly stirred into chaos by two forces.
“Crack—”
A crack suddenly appeared on Ye Xiang's collarbone.
A wisp of inky mist snaked out from the wound, like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.
He suddenly widened his eyes, and his pupils reflected the black mist that was constantly pouring out from his shoulders and neck.
The black mist was just wisps at first, but it suddenly expanded when it came into contact with the air, making a hissing sound, as if it was greedily devouring the light around it.
"I can't hold on any longer..."
Ye Xiang's teeth were clattering, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from a broken throat.
He tried to raise his hand to hold down the spreading black mist.
His wrist was suddenly pulled back by a stronger force, and he fell heavily to his knees.
The dull sound of knees hitting the bluestone slabs was particularly harsh in this deadly environment.
At this moment, the black mist suddenly burst out with a terrifying suction force.
The shadow of the new god floating not far away let out a sharp scream.
The body formed by the halo seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and was dragged towards the direction of the black fog.
The face of the new god was distorted into a strange and dazzling light spot.
The bloodshot eyes were now filled with fear.
Countless spots of light peeled off from its body, drew desperate arcs in the air, and were all swallowed up by the black fog.
"How could it be... so fast?"
Xiao Qihao subconsciously took a half step forward, leaving two shallow marks on the ground with the soles of his shoes.
His brows were knitted into a shape of a "川" (river) and his jawline was tense. His fingers were tightly grasping the talisman paper at his waist, and his fingertips turned white due to the force.
"Just now the new god was so arrogant, how come he suddenly..."
His voice trembled with disbelief, and his eyes were fixed on the black fog that swallowed everything.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, the worry in his eyes almost overflowed, and even his breathing became rapid.
Although he hated Ye Xiang, he still didn't want him to die.
He shouldn't have died so easily...
Shen Qing stood aside, his white fingers gently twisting the blood covenant talisman.
His eyes were as calm as a deep pool. He caught a glimpse of Xiao Qihao's tense face from the corner of his eyes and spoke softly,
"You think your arrogance is nothing but bluffing."
He watched the halo of the new god disappear quickly in the black fog, a faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips, and his tone was somewhat indifferent.
"Fake is fake after all."
"But that is..."
Before Xiao Qihao could finish his words, he was interrupted by a muffled sound coming from the black fog.
He turned his head suddenly, his heart instantly rising to his throat.
"Ye Xiang..."
Shen Qingze's eyes swept across Ye Xiang's vague figure in the black fog.
With a flick of his finger, a barely perceptible airflow was created.
"What's hidden in the black fog is the real ghost."
"Now it wants to break free from its shackles. In front of such power, the false gods are nothing but fireflies that are extinguished in the blink of an eye."
He paused, looked at Xiao Qihao's frown, and added,
"It's useless for you to worry now. This is a game between the power in his body and the power he bears. Outsiders are not allowed to interfere."
"But did you see what he was enduring in there?"
Xiao Qihao's voice suddenly rose, but he realized something, lowered his head and pursed his lips.
Pointing at the shaky figure in the black fog, his eyes wandering,
"The black fog is getting thicker and thicker. I can't even see him clearly. What if..."
"Nothing will happen."
Shen Qing interrupted him, his tone still calm, but with unquestionable certainty,
"Although the ghosts and spirits are struggling to break free, Ye Xiang's will has not completely dissipated. There is still a tug of war between them, and the churning of the black fog is proof of that."
The black fog was still surging like boiling ink, and Ye Xiang's figure appeared and disappeared in it.
His robes had long been soaked by the black mist, his hair was messily stuck to his face, and the half of his face that was exposed was as pale as paper.
Only a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows loomed in the black mist, like a candle that was about to go out.
Xiao Qihao looked at the expanding black fog, as if he could hear Ye Xiang's suppressed sobs in it.
Her fingertips trembled slightly, but she didn't dare to take another step forward. She could only pray silently in her heart that he could make it.
It turns out that in the end, his hatred was not thorough. How should he face Ye Xiang?
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The black fog suddenly emitted a deafening roar, as if an ancient beast had awakened in it.
The dark mist that was originally swirling around Ye Xiang suddenly exploded, forming a black vortex with a diameter of ten feet.
Purple-gold electric light surged in the center of the vortex, and the crackling current tore through the chaos, dyeing everything around it with a strange color.
Ye Xiang's body fell backwards suddenly like a puppet with its strings cut.
The black hair scattered on the cold ground, and the wrists were limply placed between the rocks.
There was still a last twitch on the fingertips, the eyes were tightly closed, and the tears hanging on the eyelashes had long since frozen into frost.
"Ye Xiang!"
Xiao Qihao's heart suddenly tightened, and he instinctively took a breath and rushed forward, but a cold hand tightly grasped his wrist.
He turned back in astonishment and bumped into Shen Qingze's unusually bright eyes——
There was no trace of the usual warmth in it, only a kind of almost crazy determination.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his lips, as if he had finally waited for the moment of fate to come.
"Don't go,"
Shen Qingze's voice was hoarse like the friction of metal, and his knuckles turned white from the force.
The other hand had picked up a bloody dagger from the ground. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light.
"If we go back now, it will only become the second mouth of the abyss."
Xiao Qihao's pupils suddenly shrank.
He watched helplessly as the rusty dagger cut Shen Qingze's wrist, blood gushing out.
The moon-white robe was dyed red, flowing down the folds into streams, winding on the ground into strange runes.
"Teacher Shen, you are crazy! This blood..."
He was speechless because of the fanaticism in the other person's eyes before he could finish his words.
"crazy?"
Shen Qing looked down at the river of blood flowing beside him, and suddenly laughed softly, with blood foam flowing from the corners of his lips.
"Have you ever seen a dam keeper tear down a dam with his own hands? Some of these chains should have been melted into ashes in the fire."
He raised his hand and threw the yellow talisman he had prepared into the air. The moment the talisman touched the blood stream, it suddenly ignited with a faint blue flame.
The boiling blood seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, flowing upstream along the lines on the ground and was completely swallowed up by the talisman paper.
The cinnabar rune on the talisman suddenly lit up.
It emitted a buzzing vibration and twisted into a rotating blood-red halo in mid-air.
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