Chapter 1645 - 123: Cataclysms Converge_6

After witnessing Melissa’s power, someone came to their senses and shouted at her, filled with hope, "Scorching Sun... Scorching Sun, if your faith truly works, why not save us now!"

Hearing these words, the other blood people also looked at Melissa, their eyes filled with longing.

Melissa didn’t answer immediately. She stood on the raised soil block, her frail figure standing out among the crowd. She looked fearlessly at the creeping fungal carpet, even the approaching storm was ignored by her.

"The Scorching Sun will surely save everyone, but it comes at a cost!" Melissa explained her faith, her desire, "Are you willing to offer your souls for it?"

The blood people hesitated for a moment and glanced at each other.

Souls?

Souls, like mercy, in this ruthless Land of Eternal Night, are the cheapest and most useless things.

The blood people were in tears, waving their hands.

"Take them as you wish!"

"If we can be saved!"

"To glimpse the Scorching Sun!"

The blood people became agitated, under the dire environment and the incredible power Melissa displayed, they placed all their hope on this one person.

Devon observed this and wanted to control the crowd. As an Imperfect from the outside world, he was well aware that Melissa’s faith was false, there was no Scorching Sun, nor any divine savior.

What Devon saw now were ignorant and frenzied followers. But to truly blame them for their foolishness, Devon simply could not do it.

What have the blood people done wrong? They haven’t done anything wrong; it’s the despairing environment that shaped them into this.

Amid contradictions and pain, Devon also cast a hopeful gaze towards Melissa. Regardless, just now Melissa indeed displayed power beyond imagination, perhaps he should hold onto a shred of hope, even if this hope was absurd.

"The Scorching Sun has heard your wishes."

Melissa faced the approaching disaster solemnly, the crowd and the carpet of fungus came closer, the terrified murmurs grew louder. Just when the scarlet hue was about to devour the crowd, it suddenly halted, as if hitting an invisible wall.

Unable to advance, the fungal carpet tried to invade from other directions. As it spread, it gradually surrounded the crowd completely. Meanwhile, a distinct boundary line appeared around the crowd, a perfect and exquisite circle, as if containing an invisible force field, completely rejecting this terrifying Extraordinary Disaster from beyond its domain.

Devon was bewildered for a moment. He felt no Ether reactions, and there were no other Condensers around. He couldn’t comprehend the phenomenon before him, while the other blood people, after a brief silence, softly murmured.

"A divine miracle."

Right now, only a divine miracle could explain it all.

"A divine miracle!"

The blood people cheered, worshiping Melissa as if she were a deity. Melissa’s expression remained unchanged, she staunchly looked forward, as if she truly received the enlightenment of the Celestial God.

Raising her hand, Melissa pointed forward, the storm carried countless debris rushing across the land, like a flood devouring everything. Yet upon nearing the crowd, it was once again blocked by that invisible barrier.

Outside, the wind howled viciously, while within, there was little movement of air.

"A divine miracle..."

Devon murmured to himself, his conviction seemed completely shattered and rebuilt. Seeing Melissa’s figure again, it was like an illusion; she seemed to be glowing, burning like a bonfire.

As if possessed, Devon no longer questioned Melissa, and like the other blood people, he slowly knelt down before Melissa. An inexplicable obsession and desire grew in his heart, in the hearts of all blood people, in the hearts of everyone seeking hope.

It was like a venomous snake, wrapping around everyone’s heart and enveloping that precious soul.

Melissa lifted her head, looking at the Origin Tower gradually sinking into the Ethereal Realm.

"The Scorching Sun will save everyone."

The approaching storm completely engulfed the crowd, yet the invisible barrier persistently existed, unaffected by any interference, becoming the only pure land in this Hell.

In the hazy storm, two figures flashed back swiftly, like they were traversing between two worlds, or like a faulty television screen, the image tearing and overlapping.

This strange phenomenon continued for several tens of seconds before finally stopping. Amid the deadly storm, two figures confronted each other from afar.

Sweat barely had time to seep from the Regent King’s forehead before the swirling air currents evaporated it. He gripped the Shadow Blade tightly and smiled at the enemy across from the storm.

The glow of the Alchemy Matrix flashed in the Regent King’s eyes, Ether ripples rapidly spread, bizarre inverted colors distorted the surrounding environment. Meanwhile, the loud storm disappeared, even the flesh fungus carpet adhered to the ground vanished without a trace.

In the silent dueling field, Holt took a deep breath, his silhouette twisted into a speeding electric light, striking down towards the Regent King.