I Am Not The God Of Drama Chapter 1916

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Defeating Them One by One

“Tan Xin??”

Chen Ling, who was currently clashing with Chikou, felt his pupils contract slightly upon seeing the familiar ghost imprisoned by the chains.

Why was Tan Xin’s soul here??

Wasn’t he turned into aurora by the Hand of Salvation?

Right, Tan Xin died in the explosion after activating the Hand of Salvation… He turned the souls of almost all the citizens in that war into aurora, but he alone was excluded.

“What? You guys seem to know this ghost?” a leisurely voice drifted over. “That’s fine… Dying at the hands of your own acquaintance can be considered a causality of the Ghost Path.”

It was another Special Envoy of the Ghost Path, similarly dressed in a white robe and dotted with a cinnabar mark on his forehead. With his eyes tightly shut, he held the chain restraining Tan Xin’s ghost with one hand. A red mole at the corner of his mouth was incredibly conspicuous.

The Special Envoy of the Ancient Vault of the Ghost Path, [Xiaoji].

“What are you doing? You restricted my abilities too!” Watching the flames around him grow smaller and smaller, Chikou questioned Xiaoji in annoyance.

“The Calamity of Mockery’s calamity domain is too heaven-defying; we cannot let him activate it a second time.”

Xiaoji replied calmly.

Chen Ling’s gaze swept over the two Special Envoys, and he let out a cold snort.

The next moment, his figure soared from the ground once more. A pitch-black giant stood like a demon god above the ruins. A gigantic crimson eye opened on the crown of its head, and a world-ending sense of oppression forcefully resisted the auras of the two Special Envoys, shielding Jian Changsheng and the others behind it.

Under the effect of [Ceasefire], the divine paths of Jian Changsheng and the others were completely disabled. However, Chen Ling’s Calamity Embodiment was unaffected. Even without his domain and skills, he could still rely on his physical combat power to deal with the two Special Envoys.

Sensing the oppressive aura radiating from Chen Ling, Chikou and Xiaoji’s expressions also became somewhat ugly. They suddenly realized that activating [Ceasefire] didn’t suppress Chen Ling all that much… Instead, it bound their own hands and feet a bit.

“We can deal with the Calamity of Mockery slowly. Let’s get rid of those other annoying pests first.”

Yet another voice echoed from above.

Suxi could be seen flying over from the distance, similarly leading an unfamiliar ghost. His gaze lingered on Jian Changsheng, Chu Muyun, Jiang Xiaohua, and Sun Bumian for a moment… When he looked at Sun Bumian in particular, a deep flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

Upon seeing the ghost Suxi was dragging behind him, Chikou and Xiaoji exchanged a glance, understanding his plan.

Just as the giant Chen Ling raised his fist, preparing to launch a bombardment, Xiaoji directly deactivated [Ceasefire]!

At the same time,

The ghost behind Suxi burst with radiant light!

The oppressive aura of the Path of Strategy suddenly descended. Chen Ling’s heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition welled up within him!

He was just about to activate his domain when, in the next second, an intense spatial fluctuation directly enveloped his body. His vision blurred, and his massive frame vanished instantly from where he stood!

Leaving only a black-and-white chess piece to take his place, silently falling to the ground.

“Where’s Hearts?!” Seeing the giant vanish out of thin air, Jian Changsheng cried out in shock.

“This is bad… He wants to separate us and defeat us one by one!”

Chu Muyun realized Suxi’s plan, his expression incredibly solemn.

However, before his voice could even fade, his figure vanished out of thin air just like Chen Ling’s, leaving only a black chess piece that dropped onto the ruins with a clack.

Marks of reincarnation climbed into Sun Bumian’s pupils. The powers he had sealed away in the past began to stir restlessly… His aura began to rapidly surge from Rank 6, instantly breaking through the bottleneck of Rank 7 and skyrocketing toward Rank 8!

Snap—

As Xiaoji snapped his fingers, [Ceasefire] descended once again.

Sun Bumian, who had just begun gathering his strength, suddenly had his spiritual power drained. The surging of his aura also came to an abrupt halt. He felt incredibly uncomfortable, like an old wad of phlegm was stuck in his throat.

He widened his eyes, glaring at Xiaoji, and cursed loudly:

“Your mother is a f—”

[Ceasefire] closed in. Almost simultaneously, a white light flashed, and a white chess piece took his place, falling lightly to the ground.

“Diamonds…” Seeing the people beside him vanish one by one, a flash of bewilderment appeared in Jiang Xiaohua’s eyes.

“Clubs!! Grab me!!”

Jian Changsheng’s anxious voice rang out. Jiang Xiaohua turned around to see him sprinting toward him with his hand outstretched.

That Path of Strategy power seemed to teleport individuals. If the two of them were bound together, even if they were teleported, they would probably be teleported together… Two people’s chances of survival were definitely greater than one’s.

A glimmer of light appeared in Jiang Xiaohua’s eyes. He immediately raised his hand, wanting to grab the Jian Changsheng who was close at hand…

But the moment their fingertips were about to touch, Jian Changsheng’s figure also vanished without a trace.

Clack—

A black chess piece slipped through Jiang Xiaohua’s fingers, falling into the abyss-like fissure in the earth.

Jiang Xiaohua froze in place.

With Chen Ling and the others separated, the original three Special Envoys also dispersed, leaving only Suxi, who was dragging that Path of Strategy ghost, stepping on the void and strolling over.

The Special Envoy’s pale robes fluttered in the wind. He looked down at the lonely Jiang Xiaohua below and spoke arrogantly:

“Do you feel powerless… despairing?”

“Watching your companions disappear one by one, yet you can do nothing.”

“In the end, it is because you are too weak… The weak have no right to leave anything behind.”

“But it doesn’t matter…”

“Soon, you will meet each other in the River Styx.”

Suxi’s indifferent voice echoed over the ruins.

Jiang Xiaohua’s body trembled slightly.

His bandage-wrapped hand was still frozen in mid-air, trying to grab onto a companion who was no longer there. A head of white hair fluttered above the abyss-like fissure. Everything around him was deathly quiet, like a loner abandoned by the world.

His hand, suspended in mid-air, slowly clenched…

The bandages wrapped around his body unraveled loop by loop. As large patches of fair skin were exposed to the air, the surrounding temperature began to drop at an astonishing rate. A thin layer of frost silently covered the ruins beneath his feet.

For some reason, an inexplicably eerie aura spread through the air, causing Suxi’s heartbeat to involuntarily speed up…

The white-haired figure slowly turned around.

A pair of purple pupils indifferently fixed upon the white-robed Special Envoy in mid-air.

…

Hundreds of kilometers away from Jiang Xiaohua.

At the other end of the River Styx.

“[Shock]—!!”

“[Fix]—!!”

Two thunderous sounds exploded simultaneously. A secret method of the Theater Dao and a secret method of the Ghost Path, two entirely different verbal secret methods, clashed in the void!

Sun Bumian, dressed in a Tang suit, formed hand seals with both hands. After being blasted into a spin in mid-air for a moment, he landed steadily on an ancient, carved roof eave… The tips of his black hair fluttered in the wind. The small round sunglasses on his nose clearly reflected the white-robed figure on the roof ridge opposite him, and his expression was incredibly solemn.