Chapter 151

The monstrous infants were killed, and the Ghost-Masked Hag who controlled them was immediately struck by a backlash. The surviving infant shrieked, venting its rage on the Hag, clawing viciously at her face and snatching her last remaining right ear.

But using the precious time gained, a figure silently appeared before the Old President. Facing this powerful foe, immune to ordinary attacks, Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess) unleashed a Underworld Butterfly Sacrifice.

The underworld butterfly was dazzlingly beautiful, beating its spectral blue wings. It appeared leisurely, but its speed was astonishing. It traced a gorgeous arc in the air, flying straight toward the Old President's mouth.

But just before the butterfly touched his teeth, a cloud of black mist suddenly spewed from the Old President's mouth, enveloping the butterfly and corroding it completely in an instant.

His single milky-white eyeball stared fixedly at Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess), and he swung a palm with extreme speed. Caught off guard, Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess) flew out like a kite with a broken string, and even with the help of the Undertaker, crashed heavily to the ground.

A sharp, whistling sound came from behind. It sounded like an extremely sharp weapon, but just as the Old President prepared to turn and face the enemy, his legs suddenly stopped obeying him.

A gorgeous butterfly had landed on his knee, still leisurely flapping its wings, and a layer of frost had already formed on his legs.

It was the second underworld butterfly!

There was no longer a chance. The sharp whistling sound, anticipated by everyone, struck the Old President's shoulder with terrible force. This final blow, infused with all of Chen Ran's strength, finally broke through the Old President's weakest defense, following the trajectory of Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, and plunged deep into the Old President's body.

The blade sank completely, and black mist poured out from the wound. At this moment, Jiang Cheng, Lin Wan'er, and the others were in a daze, as if in this instant, Chen Ran and his father Gong Zhe had completed some kind of inheritance and succession, or perhaps achieved mutual redemption.

"Puchi!"

The Old President, still not falling, twisted half his body in an incomprehensible way and slammed a fist into Chen Ran's chest. The bloodied fist pierced out from his back, and a torrent of blood splattered on the ground. As he withdrew his arm, Chen Ran clutched his chest and staggered backward, finally collapsing to the ground, the light of life slowly fading from his eyes.

A trace of a smile remained on his lips. He never expected that this blow would kill the Old President, but he had done the best he could.

He had done what his father, Gong Zhe, had once been able to do. The short sword remained in the Old President's body, just like his father's folding knife.

"Number 6!"

Number 8 raised her weapon and was about to fight the Old President to the death, but Number 13 desperately grabbed her. "Let me go!" Number 8 shook off Number 13, but was met with a heavy slap in the face.

Lin Wan'er lowered her hand. "What are you going to do? Go to your death?"

"If you want to die, die after we get out of here. I won't stop you, but not now. Our mission isn't complete yet!"

"Do you want to see Number 6 and the others die in vain?!"

"Then tell me what to do! As long as we can kill this bastard, I'll listen to you!" Number 8 was hysterical. They had already paid too much.

"Number 8, don't cry. We'll definitely kill this guy." Fatty smiled through his tears. "We've already figured out a way. This time, we'll definitely succeed."

Number 13 seemed to realize something. First, she looked at Lin Wan'er's face, and then she suddenly looked at Fatty. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Don't hesitate. If we don't do anything, everyone will die if we lose." Fatty nodded to Number 13 and said firmly, "I believe in Boss Lin, and I believe in everyone!"

"You're going to use yourself as bait to lure the Old President?" After hearing Fatty's plan, Number 8 reacted the same way as Number 13, but Fatty was determined, and Lin Wan'er had also tacitly approved the plan.

Number 8 was crying and sniffling. "I know the door on your body is very attractive to the Old President, but Zero is the same. Why don't we use Zero as bait? He'll definitely be fine."

At this time, Su An also came over. He was also an important part of this plan.

"Su An, what you need to do is interfere with the Old President's thoughts at the most critical moment, to create an opportunity for me to approach him." Lin Wan'er said very seriously, "Once I get close to him, I will do my best to invade and cleanse his memory."

"Cleanse the Old President's memory?" Number 8 didn't think it was reliable.

She also knew something about Lin Wan'er's abilities. Cleansing and changing a person's memory was by no means easy, and required various auxiliary conditions, let alone something like the Old President.

Moreover, if it failed, Lin Wan'er would be injured and suffer a backlash at best. At worst, Lin Wan'er's consciousness would even be lost in the Old President's mental world, with unimaginable consequences.

But looking around, everyone knew that there was no other choice. Chen Ran, a top Scarlet-level combatant, was dead, and Dahe Niangniang (Great River Goddess) and the Ghost-Masked Hag were also seriously injured and out of the battle. If it weren't for Wu, Master Shui (Water Master), and the others still struggling to support them, it would have been a one-sided massacre long ago.

But now Master Shui (Water Master) was also obviously unable to hold on. The tender seedlings on his head had been plucked bare, his clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in wounds.

Wen Zhao was equally worried. He and his father stood far away from the battle, along with the friends that Marquis Wangyan (Reckless Words) had brought.

They watched the gradually collapsing battle with indifferent eyes, without saying a word.

"Father." Wen Zhao tugged at Marquis Wangyan's (Reckless Words) sleeve, his confused eyes filled with tears. "Aren't we here to help? Why aren't you and these uncles taking action?"

"Hoo-" Marquis Wangyan (Reckless Words) didn't even look at Wen Zhao, but slowly shook his head. "Wen Zhao, we have already done what we should. No matter what we do next, it won't change the outcome."

"I once gave them a chance to choose. This is their destiny."

Wen Zhao couldn't help but sob. Although he didn't understand words like "destiny," he could sense the heaviness in his father's tone. "So... so they will all die here, right?"

"Not just that, it's more painful than death. They will enter the next cycle of reincarnation."

"Father, then do they have no chance at all?" Wen Zhao was still unwilling to give up. He knew that these were all good people.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see a second ending in the newspaper."

Wen Zhao's last ray of hope was also shattered, and he sobbed. He looked at all the people fighting desperately, each of them trying so hard. In that instant, he suddenly understood the power of the word "destiny."

As long as you are branded with destiny, then no matter how hard you try, how desperately you fight, it is destined to be futile, like a moth flying into a flame.

"Father, then what is the meaning of us coming here?" Wen Zhao suddenly became stronger. "Are we here to say goodbye to my friends?"

Marquis Wangyan (Reckless Words) held his breath, his gaze slowly moving to Jiang Cheng and Wu's backs. "No, I am waiting for someone who may appear, to break destiny."

More to come later.