Chapter 114: Revived Yan Li
What is true balance?
It is equality, equally killing everyone!
The true ability of the Ghost Opera Stage, Lin Qian was unable to activate it before.
Because most of the control was in that woman who was still attacking him.
The scene before his eyes was still that weird one.
Black arms reached for him, but the Old Man existed there, and the Old Man was helping him resist this weird ability.
Ghost Opera Troupe Leader has absolute control over the Ghost Opera Troupe.
But that was before, before it was split!
As Zhang Bohua, who split the Ghost Opera Troupe’s supernatural, he naturally knew all of the Ghost Opera Troupe’s abilities.
So he knew the true ability of the Opera Stage and also knew how to make Lin Qian activate this ability.
Lin Qian slightly narrowed his eyes, Ghost Eye shed blood.
He reached out and fiercely stabbed into his own chest.
Then he began groping around inside his own body for something.
Seeing this scene, the woman’s expression darkened.
Asura slightly narrowed its eyes.
“It seems your backup plan has been obtained by him.”
Seeing Lin Qian’s action, Asura naturally knew that the other party had already learned the true ability of the Opera Stage.
Originally, even if Lin Qian knew this ability, it would be useless because the other party could not activate it.
But now, that Old Man had appeared.
The woman’s control over the Opera Stage had been taken back somewhat by Lin Qian.
“You want balance? Dream on!”
“You, in Bai Shui Town, while suffering supernatural invasion into the Opera Stage Space, also have to resist the erosion of Ghost Street, and also protect Lin Qian. I don’t believe you can block us!”
“Zhang Bohua! This time, you won’t win against me again!”
The woman roared, terrifying supernatural outburst.
The weird killing pattern fully activated.
Ghost Play has one ghost, a truly weird ghost.
At this moment, the woman showed her ability without reservation, not afraid at all that Lin Qian would learn the Ghost Opera Troupe Fierce Ghost’s killing pattern.
One by one, Lin Qians suddenly appeared.
They were Lin Qians standing in various places.
To be precise, they were Lin Qians from various time periods.
These Lin Qians were the previous Lin Qians, but they were different from the previous Lin Qians.
Similar to before, but the only exception was that in front of every Lin Qian was no longer a black arm, but a black face dan ghost!
The black Fierce Ghost carried terrifying supernatural and grabbed towards those appearing Lin Qians, grabbing towards their masks.
The Lin Qians about to be attacked by the Fierce Ghost felt an extremely horrifying heart palpitation.
At this moment, his feeling was extremely strange.
Many versions of himself appeared before his eyes, and after identifying them, he confirmed that this was not the current him, but the previous him.
He could clearly distinguish that the appearing selves were different from the previous selves.
What exactly was this weird ability?
“I said, if I can counter your ability once, I can counter it a second time!”
Zhang Bohua reached out, and an illusion appeared behind him.
The moment the illusion appeared, a strong medicinal herb smell emerged.
The next moment, the medicinal herb smell instantly spread. In the blink of an eye, in the areas covered by the medicinal herb smell, that black face dan role quickly retreated.
Then disappeared, and afterward, the appearing Lin Qians also disappeared.
“Zhang Bohua!”
The woman stared fixedly at Zhang Bohua.
“Do you really want to exterminate us completely!”
Zhang Bohua said nothing.
A pair of pitch-black hollow eye sockets did not even glance at the woman, just staring at Asura.
Asura’s calm expression changed for the first time.
It did not dare to move.
But it could not not move!
It took a step forward, supernatural bursting from its body.
It slightly narrowed its eyes and stared straight at the Old Man.
Zhang Bohua’s mouth corner moved slightly, “Do you think you are complete now?”
The illusion behind the Old Man raised its hand and directly reached forward. Asura’s expression changed.
Its figure immediately flickered.
“Kid, hurry up. Do you really think I can hold it off for too long?”
Seeing Lin Qian still groping around inside his own body without result, Zhang Bohua could not help but complain.
“Alright, alright, found it right away!”
After Lin Qian spoke, suddenly, his gaze shifted.
“Found it!”
The next moment, a red nail as thick as an arm and as big as a fist was pulled out by Lin Qian from his own chest.
“Lin Qian! Zhang Bohua!”
Seeing this scene, the woman suddenly let out an angry roar.
But immediately after, a weird scene appeared.
The moment the nail in Lin Qian’s hand was pulled out, it suddenly disappeared.
Immediately after, a weird supernatural emerged.
The woman was both shocked and angry. Her figure began to disappear, and Lin Qian’s figure also began to disappear.
Asura’s figure flickered slightly, but it did not disappear.
The Opera Stage never targeted ghosts.
Because ghosts cannot be killed.
Therefore, Asura was never within the Opera Stage’s judgment.
It was a ghost.
The woman and Lin Qian were judged by the Opera Stage, lost their supernatural, directly turned into ordinary people, and went to the true Opera Stage.
Meanwhile, Asura’s expression became calm.
“Finally left.”
It had been waiting for this moment.
Leaving one ghost here, they had no idea what would happen.
Asura turned to leave. It was not stupid and would not confront one of the Seven Elders of the Republic of China.
Especially after losing a teammate.
Although the Old Man before it had some abilities restricted due to special circumstances.
But it still could not take him down.
Moreover, now was not the time to confront this Old Man.
It was going to find that mask, and once found, it would win.
That woman thought this was her backup plan.
But the other party never understood from beginning to end that it, Asura, was a ghost, a true ghost.
Once known, the other party would not regard that ridiculous backup plan as a backup plan.
“You think you can leave?”
Asura’s footsteps halted.
It turned back to look at the Old Man, “My victory is already destined.”
“You think their fight will end quickly?”
“I know Lin Qian. Without ghost power, he is just an ordinary person.”
“For him to kill a battle-hardened Ghost Controller is very difficult.”
The Old Man chuckled. The other party still thought victory was assured?
Since he had come here, and even expended effort to invade from Bai Shui Town into the Opera Stage.
It was definitely not for nothing.
“Stay first.”
The Fierce Ghost illusion on the Old Man reached out and pressed down, terrifying supernatural suddenly descending.
Asura’s figure flickered nonstop.
Its gaze shifted slightly, and it turned to look at the Old Man, “Perhaps, you think the current me cannot kill you?”
“Want to try?”
The Old Man beckoned.
Asura was silent for a moment, then grinned, “Then let’s have a go.”
As it spoke, Asura reached out and grabbed. The environment suddenly changed.
Ice and snow emerged, instantly filling the entire sky.
Amid the ice and snow, a faintly visible human face slowly appeared.
Then, it opened its eyes and looked towards the Old Man.
The next moment, a hand completely composed of black mist suddenly appeared before the Fierce Ghost illusion behind the Old Man and grabbed its neck.
Then tore forcefully.
Crack crack crack~!
Supernatural collision produced a weird sound.
The Old Man slightly raised his head. He felt the Fierce Ghost inside his body being forcibly pulled.
If he did not intervene, part of the Fierce Ghost inside him might really be forcibly pulled out.
The ability was a very terrifying one.
But unfortunately, too weak.
The Fierce Ghost illusion grabbed that black mist hand and crushed it.
Supernatural dissipated.
In the ice and snow, that human face with open eyes instantly closed its eyes.
But the next moment, the closed eyes of the human face opened again.
An even darker and more solid arm reappeared, quickly grabbing the arm of the Fierce Ghost illusion behind the Old Man.
Then it pulled towards this side, seemingly wanting to tear off the other’s arm.
At the same time, other weird abilities burst out.
Without the existence of the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader, the mud under Asura’s feet turned into an Opera Stage.
It held a rusty axe and chopped directly at the Old Man.
One axe, two axes… continuously over a dozen axes.
Every time the axe fell, the opera sounds and supernatural attacking the Old Man stacked once.
By the time the supernatural reached the Old Man, it had already stacked to an extremely terrifying degree.
With the true ability of the Opera Stage activated, the Ghost Opera Troupe Leader and Lin Qian went to fight one-on-one, so there was no need for balance here anymore.
Asura’s supernatural was directly at its own supernatural degree.
This also meant that Asura’s stacked supernatural attack had no limit.
Supernatural attack arrived. The arm of the Fierce Ghost illusion behind the Old Man that was not grabbed reached out and slapped.
Immediately, that stacked terrifying attack instantly disappeared under this slap.
Asura slightly narrowed its eyes.
“The stacking is still too weak?”
“In that case…”
Behind Asura, a hand suddenly extended.
The axe was thrown to this hand.
The arm holding the axe quickly began chopping, but the supernatural did not attack the Old Man; instead, it piled up, constantly piling up.
The Old Man calmly watched this scene, his hollow eye sockets slightly raised, as if looking at something else.
At this moment, Yan Li who entered the Opera Stage Space.
Yan Li swallowed.
The surrounding environment was pitch black, so dark he could not see his fingers.
He did not know what was under his feet; it felt soft, like rotten wooden boards.
“Is this the scene inside the Opera Stage?”
“Where would the President’s mask be?”
He looked around left and right. Suddenly, he discovered a bit of red light flickering ahead.
Yan Li’s expression was grave as he quickly headed towards that red light.
The surrounding environment was weird, pitch black, with faint horrifying sounds echoing.
The sounds in the darkness were extremely strange, as if someone was singing opera, or speaking.
Or perhaps fighting.
All kinds of sounds were there.
And the closer to where the red light flickered, the clearer the sounds became.
After running for an unknown time, Yan Li suddenly stopped.
His eyes narrowed slightly:
“Found it… but…”
He found the President’s mask right ahead, but…
Before his eyes, not far away, a weird mask floated in mid-air. He could reach it by standing on tiptoes.
That mask was a Ghost Face Mask, with sharp fangs and mouth, no nose, a pair of half-narrowed Ghost Eyes with flickering red light.
That red light came from these Ghost Eyes.
The mask was right before him; he could grab it by standing on tiptoes and then go back.
But the problem was.
Could he really grab it?
Yan Li looked below the mask at those thirty-three illusions wearing weird costumes.
He did not watch plays, but he still had some common sense.
These thirty-three illusions were all wearing opera costumes.
Bright red and green, colorful, extremely weird.
They had their heads lowered, but one could still see the special face paint on their faces.
Illusions, all illusions, but they gave Yan Li an extremely dangerous feeling.
He looked at that floating mask.
He moved his neck. Why think so much?
Damn it, eyes wide open and go for it!
Bloody smell instantly spread.
Ghost Blood mixed with Grave Soil flowed from Yan Li’s body and gathered on the ground.
Then it spread towards those illusions.
And Yan Li also wrapped his whole body in supernatural.
“Hope I can withstand it, otherwise, really sorry to the President.”
Yan Li’s expression was firm, supernatural bursting from his whole body.
Then he directly rushed towards that mask.
At the same time, the Ghost Blood mixed with Grave Soil also touched those illusions.
The next moment, the illusions suddenly raised their heads. It was a Ghost Performer with red face paint.
The Ghost Performer opened its mouth and uttered a line of opera essence.
Terrifying supernatural attack instantly struck Yan Li.
Yan Li’s widened eyes: supernatural was suppressing his Ghost Blood and Grave Soil, and also trying to kill him.
What terrifying supernatural attack!
Yan Li gritted his teeth, did not stop at all, leaped up directly, and grabbed the mask.
But at this moment, many illusions had already raised their heads.
Supernatural attack burst out.
Yan Li instantly fell to the ground.
He gripped the mask tightly, Ghost Blood uncontrollably surging out.
The terrifying suppression power of the Ghost Blood temporarily suppressed part of the supernatural.
Yan Li did not hesitate, quickly reached out, tugged the Ghost Rope on his foot, and no longer suppressed the Ghost Rope.
But at this moment, supernatural attacks came one after another.
Yan Li instantly lost consciousness, corpse stench spreading over his body.
Terrifying supernatural attack was killing Yan Li.
But the next moment, just as Yan Li was about to be completely engulfed by supernatural, the Ghost Rope suddenly moved.
Yan Li was weirdly hoisted up and directly pulled into mid-air.
“Damn, so heavy!”
Outside the Opera Stage, Yang Jian controlled the ghost shadow to pull the black Ghost Rope.
Though he said that, Yang Jian controlled the ghost shadow to pull the Ghost Rope at extreme speed.
In almost less than a minute.
Yang Jian saw a foot being pulled out of the Opera Stage.
He immediately perked up and hurriedly pulled harder.
But the next moment, his expression changed slightly.
A person was completely pulled out.
It was Yan Li.
But Yan Li’s body was rotting extensively, supernatural restless on him, eyes tightly closed.
He seemed already dead.
The other party still gripped a half-narrowed Ghost Face Mask tightly in his hand.
Yang Jian quickly pulled Yan Li down from the Opera Stage.
The moment Yan Li was pulled down from the Opera Stage, over thirty illusory hands suddenly reached out from the Opera Stage towards Yan Li.
But just as they were about to exit the Opera Stage, those illusory hands shrank back as if touching scorching flames.
The terrifying supernatural made Yang Jian swallow.
“Yan Li, how are you?”
Yang Jian hurriedly called out to Yan Li.
No response.
He realized Yan Li might have already kicked the bucket.
His gaze shifted to the mask in the other’s hand.
Then he looked at the Opera Stage, where four corpses lay connected by a faceless face.
He seemed to know what he should do.
He reached to take the mask from Yan Li’s hand.
Just as he pulled the mask, Yan Li suddenly opened his eyes.
Staring fixedly at Yang Jian.
Yang Jian felt horrified.
“Yang Jian… it’s you…”
“Mask… mask…”
Yan Li slowly closed his eyes. After leaving these words, a weird scene appeared.
Below Yan Li’s body, Grave Soil quickly appeared, followed by blood flowing out, dyeing the Grave Soil red.
Seeing this, Yang Jian’s pupils shrank. He hurriedly picked up the mask.
Quickly moved away.
In a short time, more and more Grave Soil appeared, finally completely burying Yan Li, with blood constantly surging out, dyeing the Grave Soil red.
But clearly, the amount of blood was more than the Grave Soil.
The entire grave mound became blood-red and was still oozing blood.
Yang Jian knew Yan Li had undergone Fierce Ghost Revival.
But at this moment, he did not know how to handle it.
He looked at the mask in his hand, then at the weird corpses on the Opera Stage.
He gritted his teeth, “Hope it’s as I think.”
He quickly appeared at the edge of the Opera Stage, then directly used the extended ghost shadow to cover the mask onto the face connecting the four corpses.
The next moment.
