Chapter 745: Finally Swallowing Number Two

Number Two stared at Chen Ye, a sinister, bone-chilling smile spreading across its face.

This was the first time it had ever shown such an expression.

It was fantasizing, imagining how it would torture and slaughter this human who had brought it pain.

The human was strong, but it was precisely the brutal execution of such a powerful being that gave it an indescribable thrill.

Chen Ye watched Number Two smile as well, but his smile was one of greed.

As long as he sacrificed Number Two, the Hundred-Ghost Eater would absolutely ascend to an unimaginable level.

Even if it couldn't directly reclaim the rank of Number Seven, it would at least break into the top thousand. That was the bare minimum.

Maybe it could even crack the top eight hundred.

And then there was Number Two's ability.

Once the Hundred-Ghost Eater devoured Number Two, he would gain access to that ability.

From the very beginning until now, Number Two hadn't displayed many abilities, but the sheer terror and power of those abilities were enough to make even Chen Ye's blood run cold.

One human and one anomaly stared each other down, each with their own schemes, their own agendas.

Wei Butong, meanwhile, was feeling increasingly uncomfortable.

Neither Chen Ye nor this anomaly seemed to be treating him, the protagonist, with any respect at all.

Sure, combat wasn't this genius's forte, but ignoring him so completely—wasn't that just too disrespectful?

Damn it all...

For a moment, Wei Butong felt like he wasn't the protagonist at all.

The incantation spilling from Chen Ye's lips was quickening.

Number Two was also accelerating its struggle against the suppression of the Ghost-Suppressing Tower.

The ancient tower, once solid and corporeal, was slowly growing more and more ethereal.

It seemed on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Cha Wu was also feeling the strain grow unbearable.

"Pfft~~~"

This was already the third mouthful of blood the half-dead old man had spat.

His beard and robes were splattered with crimson, making him look utterly horrifying.

The old man's hand movements had slowed considerably as well.

The characters on Number Two's body were beginning to flake off.

It seemed those characters, once weighing a thousand jin, had now completely lost their mystical power, dissolving into the air the moment they detached from Number Two's form.

It was at this moment that the Resentment Dragon's scale and the Tangled Remnant Limb began emitting black light.

That light, guided by Chen Ye's incantation, also caused the characters connecting the Large Circle and Small Circle to glow.

Even the Hundred-Ghost Eater began to react.

One of the character chains suddenly burst free from the five-colored blood, shooting straight toward Number Two.

Number Two was on the verge of breaking free from the Ghost-Suppressing Tower's restraint, but hadn't fully escaped yet.

The character chain wrapped tightly around Number Two.

Number Two felt its body jolt, a premonition of doom washing over it.

Then came a second character chain, and a third.

Number Two's expression shifted slightly.

That feeling of fear seemed to be surging back.

Perhaps because Chen Ye was the first human to ever instill fear in it, his attacks carried an intimidating weight in its eyes.

Even though the sacrificial formation possessed no offensive capability whatsoever, Number Two still felt terror.

"Human, what are you doing?"

Chen Ye didn't answer.

But the Hundred-Ghost Eater reacted.

On the blade of the Hundred-Ghost Eater, rows of sharp, jagged teeth began to emerge.

Starting from the blade itself, a massive maw lined with fangs yawned open.

Dense, ghastly white teeth—the sight alone made one's scalp crawl.

Wei Butong took one look and stumbled backward repeatedly.

Everyone held their breath, staring at that utterly bizarre blade.

The Fire Dragon Sword let out a soft hum, as if deeply wary of the Hundred-Ghost Eater.

The Annihilation of Life blade in Jiang Rou's hand also trembled faintly, as though warning some unknown presence.

Since the apocalypse, most superhumans carried one or two Wondrous artifacts on them. Each had its own miraculous effects and its own eerie abilities.

But something as twisted as the Hundred-Ghost Eater—this was the first time any of them had seen anything like it.

Number Two began struggling wildly. It had a terrible premonition, as if something horrifying was lying in wait for it.

Those fangs, like crab legs, slowly scuttled closer and closer to Number Two.

"Human, you... are you human or anomaly!"

"You... why do you have something like this!?"

"Are you human or anomaly?"

Number Two thrashed desperately.

The character chains of the sacrificial formation were pulled taut to their limit.

If the Tangled Remnant Limb were the only supplementary material, it might not have been enough to restrain Number Two.

But the Resentment Dragon's scale provided ample fuel for the sacrificial formation.

No matter how Number Two struggled, those character chains held it fast.

Cha Wu, however, was taking the brunt of the cost.

The old man spat out another massive gush of blood.

He looked like a candle burning down to its final flicker—even keeping his eyes open seemed to take tremendous effort.

The Hundred-Ghost Eater finally arrived before Number Two.

The fang-filled maw began straining to widen, as if attempting to swallow Number Two whole in a single bite.

The Hundred-Ghost Eater's first target was Number Two's head.

Clearly, it had thought this through.

Devouring the head first seemed like the easiest approach.

Number Two desperately tried to shake off the Hundred-Ghost Eater's gnawing, its hands gripping the blade's fangs, attempting to fling it away.

But the fang-covered maw of the Hundred-Ghost Eater was not so easily dislodged.

Those teeth had already pierced deep into Number Two's flesh.

And the black character chains refused to let it break free.

The Hundred-Ghost Eater was visibly ecstatic, as if savoring an unparalleled delicacy, its fang-filled maw continuing its feast.

"What is this thing, get off, get off!"

"Human, are you human, or anomaly!"

The Hundred-Ghost Eater began consuming Number Two's neck, then its shoulders, its chest...

Even the garden blooming on its back was not spared.

Jealousy flared in Wei Butong's heart once again.

He'd thought he finally had his chance to shine, only to find his attacks barely scratched Number Two.

And again it was Chen Ye. This lifelong rival!

That's right, Wei Butong had already designated Chen Ye as his lifelong nemesis.

Every carefully prepared opportunity was effortlessly dodged by this man.

Wei Butong shot Chen Ye a resentful glare.

Chen Ye sensed Wei Butong's strange behavior but had no time to deal with him now—eliminating Number Two before him was the priority.

When the devouring reached Number Two's waist—

A human figure tore itself free from Number Two's body.

It was as if one body had split into two.

Everyone was shocked, and Chen Ye felt his scalp go numb.

Because the figure that broke free from Number Two was none other than Xu Wan.

At this moment, Xu Wan looked exactly as she had when they first encountered her.

Those alluring eyes, that graceful figure, every charming smile and expression, and that cascade of long, straight black hair.

This stunningly beautiful woman simply stood there on the beach, caressed by the sea breeze.

She looked as though she had never suffered any harm at all.

As if the Xu Wan who had been killed before had been a completely different person.

This Xu Wan was covered in a blur of mosaic pixels.

Seeing Xu Wan wrapped in that mosaic, Chen Ye felt his heart plummeting into an abyss.

He had no time to appreciate the mosaic—a chill seeped through every bone in his body.

At this point, he had already exhausted every trick in his arsenal.

If he were to clash with Xu Wan right now, there could only be one outcome.

The Hundred-Ghost Eater was in the middle of devouring Number Two, and it was entirely possible Xu Wan could interrupt the sacrificial ritual.

Could it be... he was truly going to die here?

Wei Butong, forgetting his jealousy for the moment, hurriedly moved to stand beside Chen Ye. After a moment's thought, he edged back slightly, positioning Chen Ye in front of him as a shield.

This Young Nobleman had known Chen Ye for less than a few hours, yet had already absorbed Chen Ye's finest traditions.

Jiang Rou struggled to her feet.

Hou Junji also fought his way upright.

Even Sun Xixi was leaning on the Fire Dragon Sword, her beautiful eyes locked intently on the scene.

Chen Ye felt ice run through his veins.

Xu Wan shot Chen Ye a seductive smile. "Ugly piece of trash, what's the matter? Do I look good?"

Chen Ye didn't answer.

Xu Wan's smile continued. "I told you, I'm a good anomaly. From the very beginning until now, I've never killed a single one of you!"

"The one who killed—that was always Number Two! Not me!"

"I might use you as flower fertilizer, but I would never kill you! Hehe..."

"Hehe... I couldn't care less about your little feud with Number Two!"

"I'm off now. If fate allows, see you next time!"

Then, after a moment's thought, Xu Wan added, "Actually, forget it. Ugly pieces of trash like you—I'd rather never see you again!"

With that, Xu Wan dissolved into scattered petals, vanishing where she stood.

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.

By this time, the Hundred-Ghost Eater had already swallowed Number Two entirely.

It was as if this anomaly had never existed at all!

Cha Wu's body went slack, collapsing onto the sand.

Chen Ye also plopped down on the ground, his entire body aching with exhaustion, as if he'd just fought a desperate battle.

His supernatural power reserves were completely drained.

Jiang Rou was sprawled on the beach in the shape of the character for "big," utterly limp.

Sun Xixi wasn't much better off.

Only the sea breeze sent Iron Lion's head tumbling and rolling across the sand.

The sun above the horizon had finally fully emerged, blazing harshly across the distant sea surface.

Wu Zehui stood on the beach, flowers blooming all over his body. The sunlight fell upon him, casting a long shadow behind his back, making him look profoundly solemn and tragic.