Chapter 403 Come on, tell me again, can I kill you?

Ning Chuan's voice was not loud, but it was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake.

A huge wave was set off in the consciousness of the falling demon.

"Throw your own head here first, and let me see how to eat it!"

This sentence is no longer a provocation, but a complete blasphemy of its existence itself.

As the root of the evil.

The Falling Demon personifies the fear of falling, one of the fundamental laws of this world.

No creature has ever dared to speak to it in such a contemptuous tone.

Its very existence should be worthy of awe and fear.

In an instant, an invisible rage erupted from its body made up of corpses.

The debris of buildings that were constantly falling towards the sky around them suddenly accelerated, creating more dense sparks in the air.

The falling demon made no more sound.

It raised one of its densely packed arms and gently waved it in the direction of Ningchuan and his group.

This action seems a bit funny compared to its huge body.

But with this wave, an invisible, irresistible force of law originating from the origin of the world instantly enveloped the skyscraper under Ning Chuan's feet.

This is its power, this is its domain.

Under this force, all things will lose their weight and begin to fall towards the sky, meeting their destined end.

This is absolute and cannot be violated.

However, a second passed.

Two seconds passed.

Ning Chuan and the four women beside him were still standing steadily on the roof.

The building beneath my feet didn't shake at all, not even a speck of dust floated up.

The night wind was still cold, but the "fall" did not happen.

The head of the falling demon was held in his hands, and his tightly closed eyes seemed to tremble slightly.

It froze.

It could clearly feel that its power had indeed been activated and accurately covered the target.

But when that force touched the space several meters around Ningchuan, it was like a gentle stream hitting an immovable towering mountain.

There was no fierce confrontation, no collision of energy.

Its power of law was naturally and as a matter of course divided to both sides, perfectly bypassing that area.

It was as if that small space did not belong to this world and was not governed by its laws.

How can it be?

For the first time, an emotion called "confusion" emerged in the consciousness of the fallen demon.

It waved its arms again in defiance, and this time, dozens of arms waved at the same time.

An even more powerful force of law surged forward.

The result is still the same.

The small piece of land under the feet of Ningchuan and his group seemed to be the eye of absolute tranquility in the storm. No matter how the world around them turned upside down, I remained unmoved.

The fallen demon fell into complete chaos. It waved all its arms frantically, unleashing its power again and again.

But every time, it was like punching an illusion, and it was futile.

On the rooftop, Ji Ye and Pava had gone from being terrified at first to being completely stunned.

They stared with their mouths open at the demon in the distance that was so powerful that it could distort the laws of the world. They waved their arms in vain like a clown, while they themselves were safe and sound.

"What...what's going on? Sir...why aren't we flying?" Pava asked stutteringly, his voice full of disbelief.

Ji Ye shook her head, she couldn't answer this question.

If the immortality of the Seraphs had already exceeded their understanding of the Demon Hunter's combat.

Now, the fact that Ning Chuan is immune to the concept of "falling" completely shatters their understanding of the basic rules of this world.

That is not defense, not resistance, but complete "ineffectiveness".

It is as if someone told you that fire is no longer hot and water is no longer wet.

This is the ultimate subversion of common sense.

Among the four, Makima was the most shocked.

Her face was as pale as paper and her body was shaking slightly uncontrollably, but this time, it wasn't just out of fear.

It's more of a kind of... shudder after glimpsing a higher level of truth.

As a dominant demon and a fundamental being, she knows better than anyone what the word "root" means.

That's not just energy attack or physical destruction.

That is a mandatory law at the level of causality!

It is the primitive fear engraved deep in the genes and souls of all intelligent creatures!

As long as you exist in this world, you will inevitably fear darkness, fear death, fear pain, and fear of falling!

Therefore, the power of the root demon is unsolvable.

Immune domination can be roughly explained as the other party possessing a spiritual status that is superior to oneself, or a special, targeted ability.

But immunity "falls"...

This means that the existence of this man in front of him is above the most basic law of fear in this world.

His existence itself constitutes an independent, higher-dimensional law.

Low-level laws naturally cannot be effective against high-level laws.

At this moment, Makima finally vaguely understood the meaning of Ningchuan's words.

“That’s the real world.”

Yes, an existence that can create its own rules and ignore the rules of this world, where he comes from, for him, that is the "real world".

This man is neither a devil nor a god.

He… is another “world” itself.

Ningchuan seemed to be tired of this cat-and-mouse game.

The playful smile on his face gradually faded and turned into a hint of indifference.

He released the hand that had been loosely wrapped around Makima's slender waist.

The hand was pulled out from her well-tailored black uniform, and the remaining warmth in the palm made Makima's body tremble uncontrollably.

Ning Chuan no longer paid attention to the four people behind him who were in great shock.

His body slowly floated up without any energy fluctuations, as if he had escaped the pull of gravity. He passed through the chaotic "falling" force field in a leisurely stroll and flew in front of the huge falling demon.

Compared to the falling demon, he was as small as a firefly.

But at this moment, he is the only master of this world.

The falling demon stopped its futile attack.

It held its head, slowly lowered it, and "looked" at Ningchuan who was floating in front of it with its tightly closed eyes.

A mental wave mixed with confusion, anger and vigilance came over.

"who are you?"

"Do you want to kill me?" The Falling Demon's voice echoed, carrying a hint of the arrogance inherent in a Root Demon. "Alas, I am immortal. I am the very essence of human fear. As long as humans continue to fall from great heights, I will remain immortal."

"Only that guy... only Chainsaw Man can truly..."

It couldn't finish its words.

Because Ning Chuan was already smiling, he raised his hand seemingly nonchalantly and slapped the huge head that was being held.

This action is as casual as swatting a fly off a watermelon.

There was no earth-shattering roar, no devastating explosion of energy.

There was a soft "pop" sound.

The falling demon's head, along with the arms holding it, instantly exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Clean and neat, even with a hint of weird artistic feel.

The blood mist rolled and squirmed in the air, trying to re-condense and return to its original state according to its indestructible essence.

This is its power as the root demon and proof of its eternal immortality.

However, something strange happened.

The blood mist quickly condensed and a new head began to take shape.

But... only half recovered.

The left half of the face, including the eyes, nose and mouth, was perfectly regenerated.

But the right half is empty, there is nothing.

It was as if an invisible force had completely and cleanly erased the "existence" that constituted the right half of its head from this world.

No matter how the remaining blood mist rolled or how hard it tried, it could not fill that absolute "nothingness".

Incomplete regeneration!

At this moment, for the first time in the Falling Demon's consciousness, and for the first time in its life, it felt the emotion called "fear" that it had bestowed on countless lives.

It is the fundamental fear of disappearing.

It wanted to scream, to raise questions, but it found that only half of its mouth was left, and it could only make unclear, meaningless gurgling sounds in its throat.

"Gurgle...why...?"

Its intact left eye stared at Ning Chuan, filled with unprecedented panic and confusion.

Ning Chuan looked at its funny and scary half face, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

He snapped his fingers lightly.

The crisp sound of snapping fingers was unusually clear in this chaotic space.

With the sound of a snap of fingers, the missing right half of the falling demon's lip and chin instantly returned to its original state.

But it's limited to the mouth.

Its face still had that horrifying look of half missing.

Ning Chuan gave it the ability to speak, but did not allow it to fully recover.

This is a kind of kindness, but also an extreme cruelty.

Ning Chuan slowly approached its mutilated face and asked softly in a calm and heart-pounding tone:

"Come on, tell me more."

"Can I kill you?"