115: Chapter 115 Devourer Appears

Wang Laowu saw it too. "Fuck! How did this son of a bitch follow us here!"

"It didn't die in Shancheng," Zhou Che said. "It's here for revenge now."

The distance was still closing.

It wasn't closing by the minute, but by the second.

At this speed, in less than three minutes, the Devourer of Calamity would catch up to the last vehicle.

Zhou Che gripped the blood moon scepter tightly. He knew he couldn't win.

Last time in Shancheng, the combined fire of all the Transcendents on the East Bank had barely managed to force it back.

Back then, the Devourer of Calamity didn't have a domain, nor had it devoured so many anomalies.

The current Devourer of Calamity was countless times stronger than it had been then.

But waiting here to die wouldn't work either.

He looked down at the book of rules in his arms.

There were already several rules on the pages.

Breath Concealment, Shield, Purification, Domain Breaking.

Each one had been exchanged for Sequence levels.

But these likely wouldn't be able to deal with the Devourer of Calamity right now.

Zhou Che suddenly thought of something.

The special wraith cold crystal.

Zhou Che reached into the inner pocket of his windbreaker and touched something icy cold.

The wraith cold crystal was small, only the size of a thumb pad, with a pitted surface; holding it in his hand felt like holding a piece of ice.

But inside this inconspicuous object was sealed a power he still dared not use lightly.

Zhou Che decided to use the ability of the Lord of the Blood Moon.

Zhou Che had never officially used this ability before.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he didn't dare to.

This ability had too great a side effect.

But what if he didn't?

When the Devourer of Calamity caught up, everyone would die.

If he used it, there was at least a glimmer of hope.

Even if that glimmer of hope wasn't in his own hands, but in the hands of that thing.

Now, he had to take a gamble.

"Captain Liu Ruyan."

Zhou Che spoke, his voice surprisingly calm.

"Maintain this speed. No matter what happens behind us, do not slow down, and do not look back."

He took a deep breath, clutched the wraith cold crystal in his palm, and closed his eyes.

The ability of the Lord of the Blood Moon was activated deep within his Sequence Power.

It was an extremely faint power, so faint that he could usually never feel its existence.

But when he used his Sequence Power to touch it, that power awakened.

It didn't gush out like a flood; it was like a needle piercing into his heart.

It traveled through his blood vessels throughout his body, then began to extract his Sequence Power bit by bit.

It wasn't extracting; it was sucking.

Zhou Che could feel his Sequence Power draining rapidly.

The wraith cold crystal was still sucking; after draining the Sequence Power, it started sucking other things.

Vitality.

Zhou Che felt his body growing cold.

It wasn't the cold from low temperatures, but a cold spreading outward from his internal organs.

The blood in his fingertips seemed to be flowing backward, and the cracks on his lips split open again.

The blood that seeped out was sucked back in by the power of the cold crystal just as it reached his chin.

His face was so white it didn't look like that of a living person; two hollows were sunken beneath his cheekbones, and his eye sockets were rimmed with a deathly gray.

"Mr. Zhou!" Captain Liu Ruyan reached out to pull him.

"Don't touch me." Zhou Che gritted his teeth and squeezed out the three words.

The wraith cold crystal was scorching in his palm.

It wasn't just normal heat; it was the kind of heat that could scorch flesh.

But he didn't dare let go, and he couldn't let go.

Black mist began to emerge from the pits on the surface of the cold crystal; the black mist was very thin, like a thread.

It snaked out from between his fingers, drifting out the car window, drifting toward the darkening sky.

The black mist grew thicker and thicker, turning from a thread into a rope, and from a rope into a cloud.

The wraith cold crystal became hot to the extreme, then began to shatter.

The powder leaked out from between Zhou Che's fingers and mixed into the black mist, making the color of the black mist even deeper.

Zhou Che's vitality was still being drained.

His eyes were sunken, his lips cracked like a dried-up riverbed, and his hand gripping the blood moon scepter was trembling violently.

Luo Xi's hand gripping the halberd was also shaking, but she didn't say anything.

She knew that if she interrupted Zhou Che now, all their previous efforts would be wasted.

The black mist gathered behind The Convoy, growing larger and thicker.

The twilight was already dim, and once the black mist appeared, even the last of the daylight was swallowed up.

A low roar, squeezed from the depths of a throat, came from the black mist.

The Wraith Black Mist had arrived.

Zhou Che opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting that sky-covering black mist.

He grinned, the cracks on his lips splitting open again, and blood flowed into his mouth—it was salty.

"I'm tired." He leaned back, resting against the seat back, his voice as hoarse as if it were being squeezed through sandpaper.

Behind them, the Devourer of Calamity also stopped.

It stood less than two kilometers from The Convoy; the bones within its black mist stopped churning, and those eerie faces stopped roaring.

It raised its blurred face, looking at the black mist in the sky that was even larger than itself.

Then it let out a roar.

Two masses of black mist, one on the ground, one in the sky; one was the Devourer of Calamity, which had evolved its own domain after devouring countless anomalies.

The other was a Vengeful Spirit of unknown origin, exceptionally powerful.

They stared at each other. They locked onto each other. They identified each other.

Zhou Che leaned against the seat back, his vision already starting to blur, but a smile still hung on the corners of his mouth.

He had won the gamble.

Now that the two things had collided, it was like two hungry wolves seeing the same piece of meat; it was impossible for them not to fight.

The floating car convoy continued to speed forward.

Captain Liu Ruyan floored the power source, all the warning lights on the dashboard lit up, red lights flashing, and the piercing beeping sound didn't stop.

She didn't care, her eyes fixed only on the road ahead.

She didn't dare to look at what was happening behind them, and she couldn't.

Zhou Che had said, no matter what happened, she was not allowed to slow down or look back.

Until a loud bang came from behind.

The moment the two masses of black mist collided, both heaven and earth shook.

The shockwave exploded from the point of impact, spreading outward along the ground.

Everywhere it passed, withered trees were uprooted, abandoned houses collapsed with a roar, and the gravel on the road was shaken into powder.

The shockwave caught up to the last floating car; the vehicle body shook violently, and the people inside gripped their seats tightly.

Some were thrown against the car walls, some hit the roof, but not a single vehicle stopped.

Zhou Che leaned against the seat back, listening to the roaring sound coming from behind.

The roaring came in waves, each one accompanied by the shaking of the ground and the trembling of the car windows.

The roar of the Wraith Black Mist and the howl of the Devourer of Calamity intertwined, indistinguishable from one another.

One could only hear the two sounds tearing, colliding, and entangling in the darkness.

He tucked the book of rules back into his arms and closed his eyes.

Too much vitality had been drained; his eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

"Mr. Zhou?" Captain Liu Ruyan looked at him through the rearview mirror.

"Don't call me." Zhou Che closed his eyes, his voice slurred as if he were about to fall asleep.

"I'm not dead. Just a bit sleepy. Let me rest for a while."

Without even opening his eyes, Zhou Che mumbled a sentence:

"Drive a bit longer, find a sheltered place to rest."

After saying this, his head lolled to the side, and he fell into a deep sleep.

His breathing was shallow and rapid, as if something were pressing on his chest.

The color had not yet returned to his face, and the two hollows beneath his cheekbones were deep.

His lips were split with several cracks, crusted with dark red scabs.

Lin Wan reached out to touch his forehead; the skin her fingertips touched was terrifyingly cold.