Hearing this, the pressure on Zhulong's heart instantly spiked!
This person actually called the Mother Goddess an old friend?
What the hell kind of joke was this...
Then what level of old monster was he? Had he lived for thousands or tens of thousands of years?
That was complete bullshit, right!
Everyone else who heard this also felt it was incredibly bizarre. One by one, they held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
He Jinfan stood at the back of the crowd, his eyes behind his mask burning with fanatical light. A true man should be just like this!
But remembering his embarrassment of almost wetting himself just now, and Sinking Black's immense power, he held back, not daring to make any more showy gestures.
At this moment, Xu Mo was also calculating in his mind.
Sinking Black's prestige and style couldn't be compromised, but with his own strength, it was impossible to instantly kill a Prophet-level entity. In fact, whether he could even kill him at all depended on the circumstances.
How to quickly kill this Zhulong while also extracting the method to control the blood vessels—this was a major problem.
Sinking Black's state put too much of a load on Bai Feifei's body. Although her Sanity was locked in Slaughter God Mode, he felt that he had been controlling it for a bit too long this time.
He had no idea how much longer he could maintain this state.
Just then, Zhulong's expression suddenly changed.
All the previous shock, wariness, and killing intent faded from his face, replaced by a calm readiness to face death.
He looked at Sinking Black, seemingly resigned to his fate, his lips curling into a bleak smile.
“It seems I am destined to die here today.”
He paused, slowly raising his pupilless eyes.
“But I won't let you leave here alive!”
As his voice fell, his Prophet-level aura suddenly surged once more, and his massive two-headed, four-armed body tensed, becoming covered in cracks.
Across his bare upper body, lines of red meridians began to blatantly surface beneath his skin.
The patterns of these meridians were exactly the same as when Tian Guannan had evolved, only denser and thicker. Clearly, Zhulong's adaptation to the Mother of All Souls' blood vessels was much higher.
Zhulong's flesh began to split open, and blood seeped out from the cracks, looking exactly like a boss about to enter phase three.
Even Xu Mo was momentarily stunned, feeling a bit uneasy.
He hadn't expected this guy to still have a trump card.
When encountering a boss of this caliber in the early game, can any normal player actually handle it?
“Everyone, fall back!”
Wan Qianhong was the first to react, roaring in her already hoarse voice.
She knew this was no time to watch a spectacle. Sinking Black was a character whose battles didn't require their help anyway.
First, save the students' lives!
The students of Qingping Academy began to retreat, followed by the other academies, all fleeing as if for their lives.
And this time, no aberrations blocked them.
These aberrations were retreating even faster than the humans.
Zhulong didn't give chase. His gaze was locked tightly onto Xu Mo.
His lips curled into a hideous grin as he looked at Sinking Black:
“You know too little about Dawn City. You lack the respect and understanding you should have for the Mother Goddess and them.”
“Have you ever considered...”
“I don't care how many years you've lived...”
“Today is your doom!”
Everyone saw the red meridians on his chest begin to glow. That deep, dark crimson looked as if blood that had been frozen for tens of thousands of years was starting to flow again.
The expression on Zhulong's face shifted from hideous to resolute, as if he had made some irreversible decision.
He grit his teeth, tensing every muscle in his body, and took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the entire world into his lungs.
Even an Old-Timer like Xu Mo became slightly more vigilant.
And then...
—Nothing happened.
Zhulong: ?
Xu Mo: ?
Zhulong's face turned beet red, veins bulging on his neck. Although those red meridians had glowed to their limit, it was as if they had suddenly seized up, showing no further changes.
For a moment, the scene became incredibly bizarre.
If this were a movie scene, crows would probably be flying overhead right now...
“What... what's going on?!”
Zhulong looked down at the red meridians on his chest, then looked up in a certain direction, his lips trembling, his voice filled with utter disbelief.
“Are you asking me?” Xu Mo played along teasingly, a hint of cat-and-mouse amusement appearing in the crimson eyes behind his faceplate.
Only then did he notice something amiss.
What did blood vessels connect to? Weren't they connected to the heart!
At the position of Bai Feifei's heart, the Heart of the Real World was gently throbbing.
It seemed to have been summoned by something, trembling slightly, but it remained aloof and gave no response.
Xu Mo was stunned for a moment, and then it suddenly clicked.
The Real World had no physical form of its own; it constantly assimilated everything around it, transforming it into its own body.
And since the core heart had already emerged, it would naturally expand outward!
Both sides were remnants of the Evil Gods of the Old Days, so they might have established some sort of connection long ago.
When the blood vessel of the Mother of All Souls was underground, it had likely spanned a distance of over a hundred miles, connecting to the Heart of the Real World in the East District!
Moreover, because these two things were likely of the same tier, it had resulted in the Real World having only a heart all this time.
At the time, he had wondered why the Real World hadn't fully awakened yet even though its heart had emerged.
He hadn't expected this to be the case. He had actually gotten a bargain!
It was a classic case of the snipe and the clam grappling, only for the fisherman to swoop in and take both.
That heart was now beating in sync with Bai Feifei's heartbeat, pulsing quietly.
It had just received the summons, trying to borrow its power, but why on earth should it respond to you?!
For a moment, the atmosphere became exceptionally awkward.
Zhulong stood there, his previously menacing stance now looking somewhat comical.
The surrounding people were also utterly bewildered.
What was he doing?
Was this a clash between top experts that they couldn't comprehend? Why did it seem like nothing had happened at all?
He Jinfan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he didn't know exactly what had happened, seeing Zhulong's current state, he knew that the Masked Hermit Society indeed had a backup plan.
Xu Mo almost burst out laughing.
He barely managed to keep a straight face.
He raised his hand and patted his left chest, right where the Heart of the Real World was, and a hoarse voice came from behind the faceplate.
“Young man, your performance is quite amusing.”
“What a pity. Your trump card has likely been taken by me in advance.”
Zhulong abruptly raised his head, staring at Sinking Black and watching his gesture of patting his chest.
His pupils shrank violently, as if he finally understood something, arriving at an unbelievable possibility.
“You...?!”
“Save your breath, young man,” Xu Mo interrupted, adopting the air of an Old-Timer. He curled his hand slightly, and black energy began to gather in his palm.
“If you continue to waste time, I will have no choice but to kill you!”
The black energy condensed in front of him, forming a spear. A tyrannical aura of slaughter enveloped Zhulong.
Meanwhile, Xu Mo also started swearing in his heart.
Damn it... I feel like my control time is running out. I'm going to get disconnected!
Rate on N.U.
