Chapter 14087 Your Life Is Too Comfortable
Chapter 14087 Your Life Is Too Comfortable
Green Spirit didn't explain why she was fleeing, because she knew that any explanation would be superfluous in the face of such terrifying power.
She sensed a strong threat of death through her keen intuition, a threat that clung to her heart like a leech, sending chills down her spine.
Run!
Ling Xiao felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by a giant, icy hand reaching out from the deepest abyss. Each beat was accompanied by excruciating pain, almost suffocating him.
His breathing became rapid and erratic, his chest heaving violently, like a wild beast trapped in a desperate situation.
The body's Qi and blood surged like a raging torrent, rampaging through the meridians, each impact bringing a tearing pain.
He suppressed his surging blood and qi, and with all his might, roared hoarsely in his soul:
"Demon King! What the hell is this?!"
Where did you come from?
Is it also part of the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary?
The voice was filled with fear, anger, and resentment, as if it were releasing all the doubts and fears in its heart through this roar.
The Demon King was silent for a moment, a moment that felt longer than an eternity to Ling Xiao.
That brief silence, like the calm before a storm, was more despairing than any answer.
All the sounds around seemed to disappear, leaving only Ling Xiao's rapid heartbeat and heavy breathing.
His gaze was fixed on the front, as if he could find a glimmer of answer in the endless darkness.
Finally, the Demon King's voice rang out again, carrying an unprecedented chill and heaviness, like a cold wind in a freezing night, making Ling Xiao's soul tremble:
"No, it doesn't originate from the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary..."
It's even more terrifying. You must understand that the Great Town Dynasty and the Heavenly Abyss Dynasty all belong to the Silent Extinction Realm, which possesses ten great dynasties, countless kingdoms, and countless sects... It's a world far larger and more terrifying than you can imagine.
"The Realm of Annihilation?"
Ling Xiao muttered to himself, completely clueless about the name.
His mind was blank; he had no idea what this so-called Realm of Annihilation was.
He felt as if he were trapped in a huge mystery, and with each mystery solved, more mysteries would appear.
"You don't need to know where the Realm of Nirvana is,"
All you need to know is that you might survive the Heavenly Abyss Sanctuary.
But if you encounter a powerful being from the Realm of Annihilation, you will only face death!
The Demon King spoke at an extremely fast pace, each word like a heavy hammer, striking Ling Xiao's heart.
"The people of the Temple of Annihilation are all madmen,"
They are not as merciful as the warriors of these temples below.
In their eyes, there is only power and conquest.
To achieve their goals, they are willing to use any means necessary, even at the cost of countless lives.
Ling Xiao gasped, the icy breath rushing down his throat and into his lungs, making him shiver.
His face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief:
Did I stir up a hornet's nest?
How did they get their eyes on me?
What did I do to deserve such misfortune?
His voice was tinged with a sob, like a helpless child crying in the dark.
"I don't know, perhaps what's inside you can no longer be hidden,"
It constantly releases its aura, like a beacon in the night, attracting powerful beings.
This is fate's arrangement, and also a test for you.
It will subject you to even more brutal trials.
The Demon King's voice carried a hint of helplessness and a sigh.
The Demon King thought for a moment, then said:
"Your life is still too comfortable."
You always thought you were strong enough to handle any challenge.
But in this vast world, you are nothing more than a tiny ant.
You need to constantly improve yourself and push your limits to survive in the brutal competition for survival.
"Fuck..."
Ling Xiao couldn't help but blurt out this curse, his voice filled with frustration, anger, and resentment, as if he wanted to vent all the pent-up anger in his heart with this shout.
He really wanted to yell and curse, to vent all the fear and helplessness in his heart.
But after he finished cursing, he calmed down and thought about it carefully. He realized that his decision to choose the World-Destroying Needle was like embarking on a dangerous path full of thorns and traps. It was not surprising that he had to go through such a life-or-death crisis.
After all, behind the immense power of the World-Destroying Demon Needle lies endless karma and enormous risk.
From the moment he made the choice, he should have anticipated such a difficult time.
Deep in the starry sky, the giant tortoise carrying the mountain peak inscribed with the words "Lingxiao" stands there silently, like an unshakable mountain of death.
It seemed utterly uninterested in the farce of those tiny creatures below, which resembled ants; its massive body exuded a detached indifference.
It slowly looked down at Lingxiao, its huge eyes, as large as miniature galaxies, were deathly still and without a trace of emotion.
There was no emotional fluctuation in it, no anger, no pity, no curiosity.
Only pure, mechanical indifference in executing destructive commands.
It was as if Lingxiao and everything on the entire battlefield were nothing more than insignificant dust in its eyes.
The next moment, it moved.
There were no earth-shattering roars, no deafening howls; everything proceeded silently, which only added to the atmosphere of terror.
A massive claw, covered in what appeared to be layers of star debris, slowly rose.
Every line on those claws seemed to be a mark of time, or a mysterious rune containing endless secrets.
With fingers spread wide, like five incomparably sharp scythes of death, carrying a terrifying pressure capable of crushing countless ancient stars and annihilating a universe, it slowly and irresistibly pressed down towards Ling Xiao's location!
This seemingly slow press contains a world-destroying power.
Although the target was clearly Ling Xiao, the destructive torrent of power was like a surging, world-destroying tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire battlefield with overwhelming force!
The surrounding space groaned in agony beneath the giant hand, a sound sharp and mournful, as if the space itself was struggling and begging for mercy in agony.
The shattered fragments of space, like fallen leaves swept up by a gale, were instantly vaporized, leaving not a trace.
Even the light was distorted and swallowed up, and the once bright and dazzling battlefield was instantly plunged into darkness.
All that remained was the terrifying light emanating from the giant claw, like the gaze of death itself.
Its ferocity is like that of a savage beast opening its blood-red maw, ready to devour everything.
Its power was so fierce, it was as if the chaotic power at the beginning of the universe was erupting, threatening to turn the world below and all living beings in it into dust!
