I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1685 Coma and Performance

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On the desolate black earth, Chen Ling raised his neck, which was covered with bulging veins, and spurted scarlet blood from his mouth, splattering it all over the ground.

If someone could see the details of Chen Ling's body at this moment, they would find that his muscle tissue, skin, and even blood vessels were covered with cracks. The aura that was infinitely close to that of a demigod surged within him, and the rampant Crimson Star Will Power that had nowhere to go began to constantly impact all parts of his body.

Behind his shoulder, Chen Ling's left leg exploded into a cloud of blood mist again. He lost his balance and staggered to the ground, his vision blurring...

His body, after exploding into a blood mist, did not remain hollow. Immediately afterwards, a large amount of red paper surged out of his body like crazy, repairing the wound as before.

bang bang bang-

As Chen Ling said, while frantically absorbing the power of the Crimson Star's will, Chaozai's own strength was also increasing. For a time, the collapse and repair of his body formed a strange balance. One after another, blood mists exploded on his body, but he still maintained his human form and moved his body forward with faltering steps.

Even though Chen Ling's body could withstand this pain, his mind could not heal quickly. Under the extreme torment of pain, his consciousness rapidly blurred...

"Damn..."

"I can't faint... I absolutely cannot faint!!"

"He's fainted now... By the time he wakes up... Lord Lingxu will probably have fully recovered..."

"time……"

“Not much…”

Clouds of blood mist exploded on Chen Ling's body. He could no longer use the [Breaking Barrier] technique to travel under extreme pain. He mechanically moved his legs, step by step, towards the Spirit Void Realm.

He had expected the process to be difficult, but he hadn't imagined it would be this difficult; even staying conscious was a luxury...

There is still a great distance between here and the Spirit Void Realm. If Chen Ling were to move there little by little on her own two feet, she would not be able to hold out until then.

Chen Ling desperately tried to find a way out of this predicament, but his thoughts became increasingly heavy, and everything before him seemed dim and lifeless.

In the dim light, he seemed to see that twisted divine path extending from beneath his feet once more…

It had been less than three days since Chen Ling last completed his performance and advanced to the eighth rank, and now his spiritual power had already reached the middle of the eighth rank. This was enough to prove just how much power was contained in that Crimson Star fragment... And in order to balance this power, the price Chen Ling had to pay was too great.

Chen Ling's vision gradually blurred. He was no longer sure if he was dreaming or if he had truly stepped onto the twisted path of the god of drama. As he stumbled down the steps and looked down, a line of small characters caught his eye:

On an empty stage, witness the end of an era.

Chen Ling was no longer able to think.

He only saw the line of small print flash before his eyes before his consciousness completely blurred, his head slumped, and he collapsed to the ground.

Wuwuwu——

In the deathly gray world, only the cold wind continued to blow, causing the corners of the opera robes on the ground to flutter and scatter.

Time passed by,

The figure that had fainted on the ground seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

No one knows when he will wake up, and no one knows what the world will be like when he does...

A crimson star from beyond the heavens is slowly approaching this planet; on the surging frozen sea, numerous figures bravely and recklessly charge towards the calamity; a thousand miles away on Mount Lingxu, a figure in monk's robes is meditating and recuperating...

Just as this gray world was so silent that it seemed only Chen Ling's breathing could be heard,

A short figure silently approached him.

He knelt down, gently stroking the head of the unconscious Chen Ling with a small hand. His movements were tender and peaceful. A smear of white ash covered her nose, and his slightly comical face now revealed unprecedented heartache...

As the clown stroked Chen Ling's head, he slowly turned to look in the direction of the Spirit Void Realm, his eyes revealing a resolute and chilling killing intent...

"Eh-"

He called softly to Chen Ling, and his slender figure easily carried Chen Ling on his back... and then took a step forward.

The next second, his figure vanished without a trace.

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Lingxu Realm.

The Jack of Spades glanced at the clock on the wall, his expression growing increasingly serious.

“How could this be…” The Jack of Spades frowned deeply. “It’s been almost two hours since I sent a message to Lord Red King… He should have arrived by now…”

"If this drags on any longer, Lord Lingxu will really recover!"

The Jack of Spades sounded somewhat urgent, while Han Meng stood beside him, gazing silently at the towering Lingxu Mountain.

He knew Chen Ling well; once Chen Ling learned about the battle situation here, he would definitely rush over immediately… He understood such a simple principle as not giving Lingxu Jun time to recover.

But Chen Ling hasn't appeared yet, which means... he probably encountered an accident on the way.

Han Meng clenched his fists tightly.

He took a deep breath and walked straight towards Lingxu Mountain.

"Where are you going?" the Jack of Spades asked immediately.

"Go and kill Lord Lingxu."

"Are you crazy? We didn't even have a chance to intervene when the three Nine Lords were fighting. Now that Lord Hongchen and Lord Wuji are both dead, you want to go and fight Lord Lingxu alone?! Are you looking for death?!"

“That’s right, it’s suicide.” Han Meng replied without hesitation.

Upon hearing this answer, the Jack of Spades paused for a moment.

"you……"

"Chen Ling will definitely come. Before that, someone must restrain Lingxu Jun and absolutely cannot give him too much time to rest... The more he recovers, the lower Chen Ling's chances of winning will be," Han Meng said decisively.

"No matter what, I am the leader of the [Judgment], even if I die, it's worth it to be able to disturb Lord Lingxu for a few minutes."

The Jack of Spades opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, his feelings were complicated. After the shock and emotion, he felt more self-blame and helplessness... He was only at the seventh level after all. If he were at the eighth level like Han Meng, perhaps he could have delayed the other party for a while.

However, Han Meng had only taken a few steps when a hand landed on his shoulder.

Om-! !

As the familiar aura of [Asura] roared and surged, Han Meng froze... He subconsciously turned around and saw a red-haired figure, also wearing an enforcement officer's trench coat, calmly walking past him...

Former Chief Enforcement Officer of the Aurora Realm, leader of the [Shura] faction, Hongxiu.

Beside Hongxiu was a figure carrying a huge calligraphy brush, none other than Lü Liangren, the eighth-level Qing Shen Dao of the Third Hall of the Floating Life Painting.

Hongxiu's eyes flickered as she glanced at Han Meng, a faint smile playing on her lips...

"Don't worry... Officer Han Meng."

"I, the Chief of the Law Enforcement Bureau, am still alive. It's not your place to go to your death."

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With Volume 5 nearing its end, I'm reviewing the final few characters and foreshadowing today. Taking a day off.