Chapter 117 As Planned

As planned, Fatty held an irresistible attraction for the Old President. As he approached the battlefield, the Old President naturally noticed him. The only remaining milky-white eyeball turned blankly. The Old President at this moment no longer felt like a living thing; it was more like a machine that only knew how to kill and spread despair.

And now this machine was crushing everyone's hope bit by bit, ruthlessly harvesting one fresh life after another.

Number 6 died. In order to cooperate with the encirclement of the Old President, the Undertaker also died in battle. Without those corpses, his combat power was greatly reduced.

And there were only a few scattered folk masters who had survived before. Many of these people were only affected by the aftermath of the battle.

Everyone here had no lack of courage and determination to fight to the death, but these things were completely useless in the face of the gap called strength, and even became a bit ridiculous.

Like ants trying to shake a tree, moths flying into the flame, all previous efforts had become a joke at this moment.

After repelling Wu for the last time, the Old President approached Fatty. The moment he was targeted, Fatty subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he forcibly restrained himself. He gave the Old President a bright smile, then stretched out his hand and raised his middle finger.

It didn't matter whether it was a provocation or not, after all, he had already been targeted. Even if he knelt down and kowtowed, the other party would not let him go.

But Fatty thought so too. For the sins committed by the Old President, even if he knelt down and kowtowed to beg for forgiveness, he would definitely kill him and repay the blood debt.

Old General Yan Can forcibly mustered a breath and rushed towards the Old President, but he was sent flying back in the next second, with a broken leg.

The Old President didn't walk fast, but he was very steady. The knife on his shoulder made him look very uncoordinated when he walked.

Wu attacked again, this time instantly turning into several figures after getting close. The Rainy Night Killer, the Scarecrow, and even the giant Starving Ghost all appeared, but these guys weren't even qualified for a feint in front of the Old President.

The Starving Ghost's body was divided into several pieces. The Rainy Night Killer's axe chopped at the Old President's head, and the axe actually exploded, blasting the Killer's body with holes.

The Scarecrow was even more miserable, with half of his face torn off by the Old President.

Wu's blade fell towards the Old President's injured shoulder, but unfortunately it was unsuccessful. After being dodged without touching the edge, he was forced back severely.

The next second, the Old President suddenly stopped, and the ground bulged strangely. A dozen extremely thick vines instantly drilled out of the soil, and the vines strangled towards the Old President along the ground.

Mr. Shui had used similar tricks many times, but they had no effect on the Old President. The Old President stretched out his hand and waved it diagonally forward, and a thick vine was instantly split in two. Mr. Shui, who was hidden in it, had no choice but to escape, but a hideous scar was left on his chest. With a "poof," Mr. Shui spat a mouthful towards the Old President. This time, the speed was extremely fast, and the green juice landed on the Old President's body and face, making a hissing sound, violently corroding this broken body.

After a successful strike, Mr. Shui turned around to escape, but the Old President's fist had already arrived. Fortunately, several vines blocked the blow for him, but the huge force still hit his back. Mr. Shui spat out a mouthful of green blood, like a kite with a broken string, and fell far away to the ground. He struggled a few times, but couldn't stand up again.

With a "bang," a vine exploded behind the Old President, and a figure suddenly hugged the Old President's body from behind. Number 2, who was covered in wounds, couldn't care about being backlashed anymore. He instantly activated his ability completely, and a strange rhythm spread inch by inch along the Old President's body. The skin that was burned like coke began to gradually collapse. Unexpectedly, this ability had an amazing effect on the current Old President.

And this was just the beginning. After Number 2 appeared, another person also made a move. Su An closed his eyes and emptied his inner world, marking the Old President in his world. As Su An became more and more focused, he actually found the existence of the Old President.

But it was different from anyone or any creature he had marked before. The Old President felt like a stone to him, without emotions, without joy, anger, or sorrow, nothing at all.

But the Old President obviously felt Su An's existence too, because the only remaining eyeball looked this way, which created an opportunity for Lin Wan'er.

Jumping out from another vine, Mr. Shui's ability was a great help. Lin Wan'er slapped the top of the Old President's head, instantly pushing her ability to the limit. She felt herself crashing into a strange world in a daze. She seemed to understand everything in it, but she didn't quite understand. A strong sense of despair squeezed towards her from all directions like a tsunami.

But then, the line broke. Su An suddenly opened his eyes, and his connection with the Old President was broken. That was not an existence he could understand.

And losing Su An's suppression, Lin Wan'er's plan also failed. Her whole body kept trembling. She was being eroded by the Old President's spiritual world, gradually getting lost in it.

It was an incredibly huge maze, and she couldn't find the entrance she came in from.

"Crack."

"Crack."

Number 2 let out a painful cry. The situation he was facing at the moment was the most desperate. He tightly held the Old President's arms and was being assimilated bit by bit, turning into a turbid crystal. This change was irreversible, and it was spreading along his arms towards his body.

His blood vessels, skin, muscles, and even the bones inside were all crystallizing. Unsuppressable pain spread throughout his body.

"Let go! Let go!" Fatty rushed towards him, shouting hysterically.

But Number 2 raised his head and looked into the air. A black figure appeared there, which was the last link in their plan.

Wu in the air slashed down heavily with his knife, right at the Old President's injured shoulder. And this time, a dark red shadow appeared behind Wu. As if time overlapped, Xia Tan and Wu simultaneously held a knife. The blade hummed, and scarlet blood flowed on the blade. This knife carried extreme anger and extreme power, as if it wanted to cut open the Old President, along with the land beneath his feet.

The blood-red blade light covered everything. Number 2, whose body was mostly crystallized, slowly closed his eyes. In the original plan, he had no possibility of survival. But as long as he could restrain the Old President, that would be enough. The rest would be left to Wu, who would cut himself and the Old President open together.

In the last moment before his consciousness disappeared, he seemed to see Number 6. Further away, Number 1 and Number 4 were also there. Number 4 tilted his head and leaned against the wall, still with that cheap smile on his face. The background of everyone was that cold and warm orphanage.

"Going home."

(End of chapter)