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Chapter 644 Chang Lei - Extreme Evil Form
Chapter 644 Chang Lei - Extreme Evil Form
"You...your mom...you...oh...your mom...your mom..."
Tang Zijun opened and closed her mouth repeatedly, her expression incredibly interesting.
"Are you sure that's your mom?!"
At this moment, Tang Zijun thought about many things.
His thoughts suddenly returned to that summer when he and Chang Lei were in the New Tree Crown Royal City. At that time, the Tree of Life, Trova, helped Chang Lei save his daughter and mother. Although Trova successfully healed Luan Luan's legs, she was helpless against Chang Lei's mother.
Tang Zijun still remembers Trova's words: "She is not here."
Yes, Chang Lei's mother did not have Alzheimer's disease at all, nor was she simply suffering from a soul-separation disorder. Her soul had long since disappeared from the real world and was pulled to a higher level and dimension by some force.
At that time, they guessed that Chang Lei's mother must have mistakenly entered the dream world. Tang Zijun even asked Gloland to inquire about this matter. However, finding a lost soul in the dream world during the War of the Gods was like finding a needle in a haystack, so there were still no valuable clues.
But Tang Zijun never expected that Chang Lei's mother would leave a trace in the wasteland world!
Chang Lei's eyes were now bloodshot, literally bloodshot. A terrifying power of greed erupted, forcing Tang Zijun to frown repeatedly. This was the first time he had ever seen Chang Lei so insane since he had known him.
His face, which was always hidden behind a mask or a cynical expression, was now completely exposed to Tang Zijun and became distorted.
Utter astonishment, incomprehensible absurdity, and a raging fury that swept in like a tsunami... these emotions intertwined on his face, ultimately turning into a frozen, lifeless blankness.
Only those eyes.
Those blood-red pupils no longer shone with a fierce or cunning light, but instead burned fiercely.
A crimson light, like viscous blood, overflowed and flowed wildly from his eyes. It wasn't the light of energy; it was a tangible, condensed madness and savagery. He stared intently at the photo frame, at his mother's gentle smile in the picture. An indescribable, chilling sensation, enough to freeze his soul, pierced the depths of his consciousness like a million ice needles.
"Ughh ...
A roar that seemed inhuman, as if from the deepest depths of hell, suddenly erupted from the back of Chang Lei's throat. The sound was filled with the pain of tearing his vocal cords and contained a venomous madness that could make the stars tremble.
Centered on Chang Lei, an unprecedentedly foul, viscous, dark red negative energy, seemingly capable of devouring all light, erupted like a volcano that had been suppressed for millions of years.
His deceptive cloak was instantly torn to shreds by the violent energy. His massive body swelled and mutated as if inflated, dark red crystal clusters piercing through his flesh beneath his skin, covering his entire body like a ferocious armor. His claws grew outwards, transforming into scythes that tore through space. Behind him, enormous dark red bat wings, formed from pure negative emotions and the power of greed, flowing with filthy energy, suddenly spread open, obscuring a section of space.
The terrifying pressure, like a tangible tsunami, slammed into Tang Zijun, causing his thick spacetime barrier to tremble violently. The surrounding turbulent spacetime currents seemed to be forcibly frozen in the face of this pure and extreme evil power.
Repel.
Tang Zijun's heart trembled violently. He looked at the terrifying being in front of him who had completely lost his human form and transformed into a pure embodiment of evil. A chill that he had almost forgotten instantly crept up his spine.
Evil!
After so many years of friendship, Tang Zijun had almost forgotten that this guy, whom he called "Old Chang," was actually... a weirdo born from the dark side of emotions, devouring despair and desire, and symbolizing the origin of greed and lies.
At this moment, witnessing the location of his loved ones' souls finally shattered Chang Lei's human disguise, which was barely maintained by reason and even a trace of affection. The pure, destructive source of evil that had been dormant in the deepest part of his soul was completely awakened.
It's important to know that even when facing the God of Time and Space, Chang Lei was only interested in having fun. Even when facing life and death in an instant, he didn't take death too seriously.
But now, seeing Chang Lei on the verge of losing control, Tang Zijun couldn't help but press her hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Lao Chang!"
"My mom! My mom is inside!" Chang Lei roared, his energy rising to another level as he prepared to forcefully break through the barrier in front of him.
"I understand how you feel, but you're about to lose control," Tang Zijun said quickly. "Your mother isn't inside at all. I mean, she might have been here before, but she's not here anymore. Even if you break through this barrier, it won't make any difference!"
"Look closely, that's not your mother. That's just a shadow of the past, an image recorded in this chaotic timeline. She's not here at all!"
"Roar—!!" Chang Lei's response was an even more violent roar, the madness burning in his blood-red pupils almost overflowing, the power on his giant claws surged again, and the dark blue barrier let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden.
He listened to Tang Zijun's words, but the deep-seated anger and destructive desire, like a leech, drove him to want to tear apart everything he could see.
"Think about how we found this place." Tang Zijun, under immense pressure, spoke in a voice like a cold steel needle, piercing the last shred of rationality deep within Chang Lei's consciousness. "It's about shared frequency, the anchor point. It's the coordinates of our mutually locked existence. In your current state, your power is spiraling out of control. Once the anchor point is unbalanced, both of our existences will be completely swallowed up by this chaotic spacetime. At that point, forget about saving your mother; we ourselves will be forever lost in the fragments of time."
Common frequency, anchor point, imbalance.
These words, like magical ice picks, pierced deep into Chang Lei's raging consciousness.
In his burning blood-red eyes, the flames of madness and savagery flickered violently, and a trace of Chang Lei's understanding of the essence of his own existence, like a piece of driftwood grasped by a drowning person, struggled to emerge.
He understood, he understood better than anyone else!
In this chaotic crucible of time and space, he and Tang Zijun were able to maintain their individuality and not lose themselves entirely because they were each other's only anchor points.
The extreme evil power he was unleashing at this moment was terrifying beyond measure, but it was also like a frantic pull on the anchor chain in a raging storm. Once the anchor chain broke, he and Tang Zijun's two ships would be immediately swept into the abyss of destruction.
"Ugh... Ahhh!!"
Another agonizing roar erupted from Chang Lei's throat, but this time it was no longer a pure roar of destruction, but rather a mixture of endless anger, resentment, and the intense pain he was forcibly suppressing.
The colossal claw, powerful enough to tear stars apart, trembled violently, and the dark red crystal armor covering its entire body writhed as if alive.
It contracted, its enormous, filthy bat wings twitching painfully behind it, turning into billowing black smoke that swirled back into its body. Its swollen form shrank as if deflated, and its ferocious claws transformed back into human-shaped fingers.
The forcibly restrained evil power surged and backfired within his body like a red-hot iron. His once spotless white tailcoat was torn and burned in many places by the violently released energy, becoming tattered and revealing the skin underneath, which was also covered with dark red energy patterns.
His burly body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and the mad flames burning in his blood-red eyes, though not extinguished, were forcibly suppressed by an even stronger will originating from Chang Lei himself, sealed deep within his pupils, leaving only the pulsating crimson blood vessels at the edges.
In the end, he forcibly locked that destructive power back into the prison called reason deep within his soul, like a caged beast.
The price was excruciating pain and his tuxedo, once a symbol of his dignity, was reduced to rags.
Tang Zijun breathed a slight sigh of relief, her gaze towards Chang Lei carrying a subtle, complex emotion.
He knew that the current calm was only temporary, and the extremely evil power that was forcibly suppressed within Chang Lei was like a volcano that could erupt again at any moment.
Neither of them spoke again. Their heavy breathing was unusually clear against the backdrop of the turbulent spacetime flow. At the same time, they turned their gaze back to the transparent barrier of rules.
On the other side of the barrier, the mute girl's cheers seemed to have reached their peak.
She stopped jumping and instead, with an almost reverent gesture, held the open old photo frame high above her head, her face radiating pure joy.
The smooth, mirror-like black void beneath the girl's feet was now rippling with extremely faint yet inhuman rhythms.