đź“– Chapter 1347 - Hanging
Wang Baole and the finger were like two black holes, one big and one small, both trying to devour the other.
Of course… in terms of strength, Wang Baole couldn’t match up to the finger. After all, he was nothing more than a clone.
Thus, according to normal logic, Wang Baole should have been instantly been bound by the black tentacle, and all his vitality should have been sucked out, just like what had happened to Feng Di.
And indeed, compared to the finger, the black hole around Wang Baole’s body was much smaller.
However, the caliber of Wang Baole’s original body was too high. Although the owner of the finger had been stronger in life, they could at least be considered relatively on the same level. Thus, it was impossible for a dead finger alone to devour Wang Baole.
Eventually, the two sides reached a delicate balance.
The finger couldn’t devour Wang Baole, but its suction force didn’t abate. At the same time, Wang Baole was unwilling to just give up and leave. Because of his original body’s caliber, he remained unharmed from the finger’s suction; thus, he could relax and absorb the finger’s loose aura bit by bit.
Of course, in exchange, his body was rendered unable to move.
The finger of the fallen god also couldn’t move. Looking from a distance, the scene in the sky was shocking and bizarre…
A finger’s shadow loomed in the clouds, and below it hung hundreds of motionless black tentacles wrapped around just as many lifeless corpses. Gripping one of the outermost tentacles, Wang Baole was hanging in the air, every bit as motionless as the corpses.
The crimson clouds were the only things moving, churning and roiling as they carried the finger and slowly drifted into the distance…
A dumbfounded Cheng Lingzi watched all this, his mind full of confusion as he stared at the finger slowly moving away. Seeing Wang Baole taking the initiative to hold onto the tentacle, he could only exclaim in shock.
“Monster!”
Honestly, Cheng Lingzi wanted to run away as far as possible. But he didn’t think he could escape Wang Baole, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow the tentacles in the sky from a distance, hoping that Master Icespirit would let go soon.
Just like that, three days flew by.
Over the past three days, the Great Hunt in the Buried Realm hadn’t stopped for a moment. Because Feng Di had died and Wang Baole and Cheng Lingzi were occupied, this Great Hunt became nothing more than a stage for Shen Ludao.
His luck could be considered pretty good; along the way, he hadn’t encountered anything that could threaten him, and he even found numerous mincemeat acolytes. None of these mincemeat acolytes could escape, and in the end, they all turned to ashes as he devoured their law of tongue’s desire.
Shen Ludao grew stronger and stronger, and his law of tongue’s desire grew more powerful with every passing day. At the same time, he had harvested many delicious ingredients as well.
Although they weren’t peerless delicacies, they were still rare and valuable. If he could bring them back to Tongue’s Desire City, they could serve as a decent foundation once he advanced to Gluttony Lord.
“Alright, now I just need to devour one of those mincemeat acolytes at the same level. I’m going to become… the next Gluttony Lord!” Standing in the sky, Shen Ludao looked down at the ground coldly. There were still about a dozen mincemeat acolytes left in this Buried Realm, but most of them were hiding away. It would be a waste of time to hunt them all down one by one.
And even if he devoured all of these ordinary mincemeat acolytes, he might still fail to break through. In order to successfully break through, Shen Ludao needed his law of tongue’s desire to undergo a qualitative change, not a quantitative one. As for how to undergo this qualitative change… obviously, it was best to devour someone on a similar level.
“This is strange. I can’t find Feng Di or Master Icespirit…” Shen Ludao frowned. He had been searching for these two people to devour, but hadn’t seen hide nor hair of them. As for Cheng Lingzi, he had no intentions of touching him. After all, Cheng Lingzi’s father was a Gluttony Lord. Although Shen Ludao intended to become a Gluttony Lord as well, making their status equivalent, it was better not to make enemies for no reason.
Thus, deep in thought, Shen Ludao began scouring the entire Buried Realm. Two days passed, and he gradually grew impatient, with many doubts appearing in his mind. Finally, when noon arrived, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance.
In the place he was looking, the omnipresent red mist was churning violently. Not long after, he saw dark red clouds, as well as hundreds of black tentacles exuding terrifying pressure.
These black tentacles were gradually moving in his direction. They didn’t move fast, but the pressure emanating from them made Shen Ludao’s heart pound.
“Remains of a fallen god!”
Greed appeared in Shen Ludao’s eyes; after all, the remains of a fallen god were well-known to be peerless delicacies. However, his rationality suppressed his greed, and he immediately turned to leave.
But at that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a figure among the black tentacles that immediately drew his attention. Whipping his head around and taking a closer look, Shen Ludao’s eyes suddenly shone brightly.
That figure, hanging motionless with one hand holding a tentacle, was none other than… Wang Baole!
“It’s him!” Shen Ludao was surprised. He couldn’t figure out why Wang Baole’s body seemed perfectly fine, showing no signs of withering at all. Compared to the rest of the dried corpses entangled by the black tentacles, Wang Baole was extremely conspicuous.
Shen Ludao was lost in thought for a moment. Sending out his divine will, he scanned the dried corpses among the tentacles and soon identified Feng Di, causing his eyes to shine with a strange light.
“So Feng Di died.”
Despite the danger, Shen Ludao was unwilling to give up here. After all, with Feng Di dead, the only chance he had at a breakthrough now was Wang Baole.
Shen Ludao’s eyes flickered with thought as he stared at the mass of black tentacles slowly closing in on him. After a moment, he suddenly looked at the ground, and his body disappeared on the spot. When he reappeared, he was already below the black tentacles, standing in front of the boyish Cheng Lingzi.
Seeing Shen Ludao appear, Cheng Lingzi’s expression instantly changed, and he subconsciously raised his head and glanced over at the tentacle Wang Baole was hanging onto.
“Cheng Lingzi, you’re too weak.” After taking a look at the boy in front of him, Shen Ludao spoke calmly. He didn’t want to provoke Tuo Lingzi, and the current Cheng Lingzi wouldn’t have any value to him anyway. Thus, he completely put away any thoughts of devouring him.
“I won’t hurt you, but… you have to tell me what’s going on.” Shen Ludao gestured at the mass of black tentacles above them.
After a moment of hesitation, Cheng Lingzi spoke in a hoarse voice.
“Feng Di and Master Icespirit met and fought against each other. I don’t know how he did it, but Feng Di summoned a fallen god’s finger, and Master Icespirit can only barely defend himself from its absorption. I’ve been following them the entire time, and it looks like the battle is about to be decided. Most likely, Feng Di will win, and with the finger of the fallen god under his control, he’ll easily sweep across this entire Buried Realm.” Cheng Lingzi’s expression was somewhat bitter.
Hearing this, Shen Ludao’s pupils contracted. He looked away from Wang Baole and stared at the dried-corpse-like Feng Di. Gradually, doubts appeared in his eyes.
“Feng Di is controlling the fallen god’s finger? But he looks dead…”
“So what? Weren’t people talking about how the Desire Lord favors him? It’s only natural that he has his own special methods. Damn it, the Desire Lord was too biased this time.” Gritting his teeth, Cheng Lingzi complained resentfully.