Martial Arts Genius with Proficiency System Chapter 963 - 426: With My Ant-like Self, I Scheme Against Immortal Daluo—Let’s Drink to That! (3)

Zhao Lanshan offered only a single word in response.

"Wait!!"

"Wait for what?! This domain is far too perilous, and the temporal flow is thoroughly skewed. Who can possibly know the extent of the time disparity between us and Su Tu? We absolutely cannot afford to wait for him!!"

Simu Jiuchen bellowed this from the depths of his heart, then, casting all other considerations aside, a resplendent aura of blood erupted from his very being.

Boom!!

Instantly, a fearsome presence radiated from him, engulfing Lin An and Zhao Lanshan.

At this critical juncture, he had attained his peak condition, and it seemed as though a formidable power from among the trio was completely at his disposal.

The other two found themselves utterly incapable of resistance, their gazes reflecting a complex tapestry of emotions.

"Disaster looms! A killing tribulation! To not evade it means certain doom!"

Meng Meng, who had remained inactive until this point, perceived the chilling threat of death. Warnings, like omnipresent echoes, imploded within him, declaring that any attempt to stand his ground would result in his demise.

This was his unique ability; all elements within the cosmos would offer him premonitions and alert him to danger.

After ten arduous days of journeying, a contingency plan had, in fact, been put in place!!

This very reason was why he had been vigilantly observing, refraining from any premature action.

His form stealthily began to withdraw, preparing to depart, as the ultimate outcome felt all but decided. Yet, just as he was on the verge of complete disengagement.

The scattered voices of warning abruptly ceased, compelling him to halt for a brief moment.

Then, the stark word 'death' flashed through his consciousness with startling finality.

A look of sheer panic contorted Meng Meng's features. This peril did not emanate from Simu Jiuchen. Before he could even pinpoint the source of this dire premonition.

Another blood-red character of 'death' exploded into existence, followed by countless more 'death' glyphs frantically pressing into his very soul. An unspeakable aura of mortality enveloped his body.

Each harbinger carried an unfathomable scent of the grave, as if unequivocally informing Meng Meng that his end was nigh, with absolutely no possibility of escape.

"What did you perceive??"

Suddenly, a frigid voice pierced the air near his ear. In that instant, it was as if the myriad words of death evaporated, granting Meng Meng a fleeting reprieve.

He turned his gaze towards the origin of the voice, discovering a remarkably handsome young male of the Human Race standing before him, having materialized at some unknown moment.

A subtle, indescribable expression flickered across Meng Meng's lips. Within his vision, a colossal character of 'death' continued to swell infinitely larger.

"Su Tu..."

"Indeed. However, there shall be no reward for your presumption..."

Su Tu uttered these words softly. As his statement concluded, his form simultaneously dematerialized from its current location, and then...

Boom!!

Meng Meng crumbled to the ground, utterly bereft of strength. Precisely half of his upper torso had vanished, obliterated into fragments of gore.

"Su Tu!! You have finally arrived!!"

Simu Jiuchen erupted in laughter, the oppressive aura of blood rapidly dissipating from his frame, leaving him utterly depleted.

"My apologies. It appears I may have taken an incorrect route."

Su Tu remarked with a semblance of helplessness.

The countenances of all other prodigious talents underwent a dramatic transformation. They instantly broke away from their respective adversaries, fixing their gazes upon Su Tu as if confronting an insurmountable foe.

Su Tu's formidable combat prowess and his astonishing string of victories were indelibly etched in their memories. The appearance of such an individual injected an even greater degree of pressure into their hearts.

Beyond the exceptional nature of his Heart and Spirit, Meng Meng's physical prowess was also terrifyingly profound. Yet, in the face of Su Tu, he seemed not to have even comprehended the manner of his own demise.

"Let us unite our forces and confront this enemy! I refuse to believe he possesses the capability to annihilate every single one of us!!"

The representative of the Six-Eared Rat Race declared.

The sole response they received was the subtle upturn of Su Tu's lips into a faint smile.

Experience points, here I come...

.....

World Light stepped into an enigmatic dimension, accompanied by the spectral presence of five or six disembodied heads, their former occupants clearly displeased.

Before him floated a luminous screen, currently displaying the unfolding battle amongst the various combatants.

World Light tilted his head skyward, transforming into the distinct form of the Niger Race. He began to hum a peculiar, melodic tune under his breath.

Finally, he cast a meaningful glance towards the illuminated screen and whispered.

"With my existence, akin to that of a mere ant, daring to scheme against the immortal Daluo, it is indeed time to raise a magnificent toast!"