Chapter 166

In an instant, the whole world fell silent. Everyone felt it, felt the tsunami-like pressure. Within Jiang Cheng's body, a sleeping monster slowly opened its eyes.

"Thump."

"Thump."

No one knew what that monster was, but everyone heard the war drum-like heartbeat, one after another, getting faster and faster.

Jiang Cheng raised his head. His ink-black eyes had already dissipated, replaced by a pair of scarlet blood eyes. Those blood eyes held the most profound hatred and the most extreme anger. A powerful pressure, not inferior to that of the Old President, covered the entire battlefield.

High above, a large expanse of blood-colored sunset clouds spread, and as Jiang Cheng stepped forward step by step, the sunset clouds moved with him, intertwining with the black mist spreading above the Old President's head.

With a backhand, he pulled out the broken knife stuck in the ground. The originally mirror-like blade suddenly developed countless cracks, and then shattered with a bang. In the next second, a jet-black blade, extremely violent and ferocious in design, slowly grew out of the hilt.

Black flames rose from the blade. Jiang Cheng walked faster and faster, and finally even started running. He was clearly just one person, but his momentum seemed to carry thousands of troops. In 13's shocked gaze, he cleaved the monster in front of Fatty in two with a single blow.

Only when the broken limbs and filthy blood flew in all directions did the other monsters regain their senses, roaring wildly and swarming towards Jiang Cheng to kill him.

But their game ended the moment that door was opened. Watching the back figure slaughtering in the blood rain, dragging the knife, everyone knew the final outcome of this battle, but he knew that, win or lose, his brother would not return.

The person at the very center of the battlefield at this moment was no longer Jiang Cheng. He had opened that door, and he knew the taste of that door very well. It was a door that he had once coveted.

It was also because of that door that he had approached Jiang Cheng. However, for a long time afterward, he had had the opportunity to seize that door, but he had deliberately ignored it time and time again. After all, Jiang Cheng could not afford the price of taking that door, and neither could he.

The 12 powerful monsters were completely no match at this moment. The monster that wanted to kill Lin Wan'er turned around, opened its membranous wings in the middle, and prepared to escape after witnessing the tragic death of its companions. However, Jiang Cheng caught up and chopped off its left wing with a single blow. The monster roared and fell to the ground. With one foot on the monster's shoulder, the enormous force directly crushed the bones inside. He stabbed a knife into its back, slowly rotating the hilt. The sharp blade churned the chest, and then the blade swept horizontally, tearing the monster in half.

Fatty stared blankly at everything in front of him. The person holding the knife made him feel strange. The doctor's temperament had completely changed. Blood-stained broken hair hung down, but it couldn't hide those bloodthirsty eyes. This was a devil in doctor's clothing.

Large drops of tears welled up from Fatty's eyes. He hadn't even cried out in pain when his leg was broken, but he found it difficult to accept the doctor's appearance. He understood that the doctor must have paid a great price to obtain this power.

The door on the doctor's body had been opened. The real doctor walked into that door, and the devil inside was released.

Fatty opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he didn't say a word.

In a few minutes, or even less, most of the 12 powerful monsters had been slaughtered. After experiencing Jiang Cheng's terror, these monsters with limited intelligence finally understood the horror of their opponent. They fled in all directions, like frightened children, their piercing screams shattering eardrums.

But all of this was useless. Jiang Cheng chased them one by one, slaughtering them one by one with the most cruel methods. Even a monster with six wings on its back, which had already taken off and was escaping towards the clouds, was no exception. Jiang Cheng, covered in blood, stepped on the head of another dead monster and leaped high, the blade of the strange-shaped black knife in his hand shattered, and extended more than ten zhang on its own, cutting the monster in two with one blow.

The blood rain poured down on the ground, and Jiang Cheng stood in the blood rain and slowly raised his head. He had one last opponent left, and also the one who deserved to die the most.

The Old President had just watched coldly as 11 monsters were slaughtered like livestock, without any intention of stopping them. To be precise, it hadn't made a move until now.

The last monster seemed to understand something and immediately dragged its huge body towards the Old President. It bypassed the Old President, seemingly wanting to hide behind it. However, at the moment when the two crossed, the Old President suddenly had a strangely shaped bone knife in its hand, and the huge monster crashed to the ground after running more than ten steps.

The bone knife was still stained with viscous blood, and a large amount of blood flowed out near the monster's corpse, soaking the ground.

Blood eyes met milky white eyeballs. The real battle had just begun.

Almost instantly, the two rushed towards each other at the same time. Jiang Cheng let out a deafening roar, and black flames rose from the black knife in his hand. The Old President held a bone knife, and a large amount of black mist emerged from its facial features. In the black mist, painful faces constantly emerged. Each face was distorted, opening its mouth and roaring desperately. With a deafening bang, the two finally collided.

The bone knife, which had been temporarily pulled out of the monster's body, actually blocked the black knife in Jiang Cheng's hand. The aftermath of the collision caused the surrounding space to become unstable.

The black knife cut through the faces and hit the Old President's shoulder. The powerful force even tore half of the black mist apart, and the remaining faces frantically bit Jiang Cheng's body. The bone knife pierced Jiang Cheng's arm and stuck into his shoulder. Jiang Cheng's other arm, the one not holding the knife, suddenly raised and slammed hard at the Old President's head.

The battle between the two was completely devoid of the proper decorum, and from the beginning, it returned to the most primitive means. Jiang Cheng even stuck his hand into the huge wound on the Old President's shoulder.

The flames rising from the black knife scorched the black mist and the Old President's skin, but the flames were strange. The black mist was forcibly dispelled, and a layer of frost suddenly covered the scorched body.

The faces in the black mist frantically bit Jiang Cheng's body, but they didn't leave any wounds. They constantly tore some black energy from Jiang Cheng's body.

The stability of the space was disturbed, and many incomprehensible things appeared on both sides of them. Some were like parts of monster bodies, and some were simply incomprehensible complex lines.

The Old President suddenly opened its mouth wide, its corners tearing, and the mouth spewing black mist opened in an incomprehensible way, biting towards Jiang Cheng's head. If this bite landed, not only would his head be crushed, but at least half of his face would be torn off. Jiang Cheng's response was also very crude, directly shoving the hilt of the knife into the Old President's mouth.

After a brief separation, the two crashed together again, without any blocking or dodging movements. A black knife and a bone knife shattered at the moment of impact. The blade of the bone knife pierced Jiang Cheng's abdomen, and Jiang Cheng hugged the Old President tightly with one hand, and with the other hand, he grabbed a section of the black knife blade and stabbed it into the Old President's heart from behind.

From the perspective of others, the two were hugging tightly, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, but the viscous filthy blood and浓郁black mist revealed the bloodiness and cruelty of this battle.

A pair of blood eyes slowly dissipated. Jiang Cheng staggered back and finally fell to the ground. The bone knife inserted into his abdomen was far more than just sharp. It also contained bone-eroding poison. His body was ultimately a little weak, and the broken knife in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Is it still not enough?" Jiang Cheng only had the last bit of consciousness left. He didn't feel like he was going to die, but he just felt that his body was particularly heavy, particularly heavy, as if he was slowly sinking into the abyss.

The Old President walked towards him step by step. Compared to him, the Old President was definitely not in a good condition either, but in the end, it still won.

But just as the Old President walked to a position a few steps away from Jiang Cheng, it suddenly fell down. At the same time as it fell, its upper body split in half, from the shoulder all the way to the abdomen, cut open vertically by a short sword inserted into its body.

Of course, it was Jiang Cheng who did it. At the risk of being pierced in the abdomen by the Old President, he grabbed the short sword left in his body by Chen Ran from behind and pulled it down hard.

Seeing the Old President fall, Wen Zhao suddenly cheered excitedly, "Father! Father, did you see that? We won, we won!"

But among the group, only Wen Zhao was cheering. Wang Yanhou, who was staring at the battlefield, couldn't help but shake his head. Everything was playing out according to the predictions in the newspaper. The old king died, and the new king ascended the throne. The next cycle...began.

Jiang Cheng's world was about to be filled with darkness. He was like being sunk into the deep sea alone. All around was darkness, quiet darkness, and the only remaining light above was disappearing.

This was not an illusion, because at this moment, Jiang Cheng's eyes were also being filled with漆黑.

He was tired and wanted to rest. This time, he was so tired that he didn't want to wake up again.

Gasping for breath, Jiang Cheng's consciousness was being erased little by little. Black energy flowed through his limbs and bones. This black energy lurked under the skin and was slowly repairing and perfecting this body. Countless terrifying and dense blood-colored veins climbed onto his face. For a time, his originally delicate face was as ferocious as a devil.

The guy who woke up just now was just testing the waters, adapting to this new body. Now, he was really going to occupy this body.

Just before Jiang Cheng's consciousness was about to collapse, a pair of big hands lifted him up and then hugged him tightly, "Doctor! Doctor, wake up!"

The sudden warmth made Jiang Cheng's pupils react. No one taught him to do this. It was completely a subconscious instinct. Fatty took a deep breath, closed his eyes, lifted the doctor's head with one hand, and gently pressed the doctor's abdomen with the other, which was also where the doctor was most seriously injured.

In the next second, as Fatty opened his eyes again, his temperament suddenly changed, becoming more firm than ever before. Qing energy flowed along Fatty's arm and finally injected into the wound in his abdomen. The terrifying scar healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the broken ribs returned to their original positions one by one. More importantly, this Qing energy actually dispelled the darkness and confusion in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

But this was not without a price. Fatty's body was gradually becoming illusory. As Jiang Cheng's pupils slowly focused, what he saw was a familiar face that was gradually becoming illusory, but still smiling at him, "Doctor, you're awake." Fatty smiled with tears streaming down his face, "You're so amazing, we won, we really won! Doctor, you can take a good rest."

It took a long time for Jiang Cheng to understand what was happening in front of him. He eagerly wanted Fatty to stop, but now he seemed to be imprisoned and couldn't do anything. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"Doctor, remember to take everyone home..." Fatty pursed his lips, trying hard not to let the tears flow down.

Wang Yanhou in the distance sighed softly, took Wen Zhao's hand and turned around to leave. The ending was already destined. He had already told Wang Fugui the ending and had given him the opportunity to change it. Now, all of this was his own choice.

"Let's go."

Wang Yanhou turned around, picked up the newspaper scroll and was about to leave, but in the next second, someone suddenly screamed. Wang Yanhou turned his head sharply, and the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink sharply.

A broken knife pierced through Wang Fugui's chest from behind, directly penetrating his heart. A black figure stood behind Wang Fugui, twisting the hilt hard and shattering his heart.

Wu, who only had one arm left, grabbed Wang Fugui's corpse and pulled out a Qing figure, then forcibly devoured it. Then, he knelt in front of the corpse, imitating Fatty's actions, and covered Jiang Cheng's abdomen with his hand. In the next second, a Qing energy that was dozens of times stronger than Fatty's diffused out. The Qing energy not only dispelled the black energy on Jiang Cheng's body, but also spread to the surroundings. The knife wound on Fatty's back healed rapidly, and the splashed blood actually flowed back in an incomprehensible way, as if time had been reversed. The Qing energy continued to spread, and the wounds on Shui Lord, Dahe Niangniang, Lin Wan'er, Old General Yan Can, and even the dead No. 6 were also healing rapidly.

After a long period of shock, Wang Yanhou snatched the newspaper scroll, and his fingers trembled as he unfolded it. The part of the text that originally recorded the ending in the prophecy was collapsing, and the dissolving text turned into rough lines, and the lines were reassembling.

Looking again at the black figure facing away from him, Wang Yanhou's eyes were full of shock. He didn't expect that this door representing kindness and healing could be mastered by a monster. After a moment, he suddenly burst into tears, "The prophecy has been broken, they...they really did it..."

(End of this chapter)