Chapter 1737 Forbidden Door

The blood-red knife light was as brilliant as fireworks, cutting straight into the body of the old president, and No. 2's body was also submerged in the knife light.

The powerful impact force knocked Lin Wan'er back, and the broken knife light cut her body. The hideous blood marks covered her snow-white skin, and unexpectedly gave birth to a fragmented beauty.

As the knife light slowly dissipated, the scene in front of everyone couldn't help but despair. Such a powerful blow actually failed to cut the old president. The knife only stayed at the position of the old president's chest and was forced to stop.

Although the old president was seriously injured, he still didn't die. All his efforts once again turned into bubbles. Wu pulled out the knife and swung it towards the old president's neck. He knew that there would be no next chance. All the teams that could cooperate with him had fallen. This was the last chance!

But this last hope was shattered the moment the blade was caught in his hand. The old president exerted his strength and crushed the blade. Then he punched Wu's left arm, which was holding the blade. This ordinary punch directly turned the left arm into a ball of blood mist, and Wu flew backwards and fell heavily in front of Jiang Cheng, with sticky blood splashing all over his body and face.

The broken knife spun in the air and finally stuck in the ground under Jiang Cheng's feet.

Wen Zhao covered his mouth and tried not to cry out, but he knew that everything was over. The strongest Wu also fell, and there was no chance of a comeback.

Staring blankly at Wu who was lying on the ground, Jiang Cheng finally saw despair in his eyes. Wu also looked at him with trembling lips. Jiang Cheng knew that he wanted to tell him to go first and he would stay behind to cover the retreat, because they had been like this for a long, long time. When Wu appeared and drew his knife, all the problems were solved, but this time it didn't work. He saw apology in Wu's eyes. He tried his best and used all the methods, but the old president was too strong, strong enough to crush everyone's hope.

Countless black mists poured out from the old president's facial features, and the black mists slowly rose, forming a huge dark cloud in the air. The dark cloud covered the sky and brought a strong oppressive force, like the end of the world.

There were deeper shadows surging in the dark cloud, rolling inside, accompanied by extremely distant roars, and it seemed that there was another world behind this dark cloud.

Soon, under the trembling eyes of everyone, black shadows fell from the sky. Jiang Cheng couldn't tell what kind of monsters these were. Some of them could still maintain their human form, but most of them were just like randomly pieced together, with organs exposed, blood all over their bodies, sharp bone spurs spreading on their bodies, and some of them had webbed feet in the middle of their hands and feet.

But the pressure brought by these monsters was not ordinary strong, at least they were at the same level as the Water Lord and the River Goddess.

After these monsters appeared, they did not attack Jiang Cheng directly, but dispersed and finished off the wounded who fell on the battlefield.

Even the corpses were not spared. Jiang Cheng watched Chen Ran's corpse being stepped on by the monster, and the chest cavity was completely sunken.

Li Bai was caught by the monster and his legs were broken. No. 8, who was guarding the fat man, was no match for the monster at all and was slapped away.

There were wailing and screaming everywhere. Jiang Cheng looked at it blankly. To be precise, he had been blank since a long time ago. It was not that he did nothing. He had been suppressing it and forcibly controlling himself not to think, not to believe, and not to pay attention to the voice and power in his heart.

He didn't know what it was, and he didn't dare to think about it. He only knew that the power was bewitching him, bewitching him to approach, bewitching him to accept.

It was a door, a forbidden door that sealed the devil. He never thought of opening it because no one could control the power of the devil.

No, how could it be a devil? The devil was nothing in the eyes of the thing behind the door. Mortals were not worthy of mentioning its name. It was an existence above all power.

The screams continued. The monsters that appeared later did not kill anyone. They were just torturing and magnifying everyone's pain.

And the old president no longer moved at this moment. He was watching, just watching, looking at Jiang Cheng calmly, and the only remaining milky white turbid eye was full of expectations.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly understood that the old president was waiting for him, waiting for him to fall into despair and open the forbidden door in his heart. This was his ultimate goal!

It didn't care about Xia Tan's resistance army, the death squad led by Gong Zhe and No. 1, or even the plan of the old man Quanxu. It was just acting with these people.

Let them taste a little sweetness, give them a little bit of hope, and then quietly watch them do their best for it. Its real goal is only itself, the door in its heart!

What it wants is the current scene, to seal all its friends, all its concerns and ties here, in this world, and then torture them to their heart's content, forcing itself to open the door with its own hands in extreme despair!

Otherwise, with the strength of the old president, it would not be necessary for it to play with them for so long. Its power is overwhelming, and no one can be its general when it is serious.

The young president, the Candle Bearer, and even the entire Night's Watch organization are nothing more than tools it uses. Its goals have always been extremely pure. This is a huge plan spanning several decades, and the old president is the only one behind the scenes.

Jiang Cheng didn't know what the consequences of opening the door would be, nor did he know what benefits the old president would get, but those were not important now, because he saw a monster had raised a butcher knife and aimed it at the fat man who was struggling below.

The same was true for Lin Wan'er. Another giant monster had raised its thick legs and was ready to step on her head.

"Kill it"

"As long as it dies, your friends will be saved"

"The fat man is your brother, Lin Wan'er is your sister, they are the most important people in your life, and that Wu, you look down at him, look at his current appearance, he will also die, if he didn't know you, he would not have ended up like this."

"This is all your fault, you killed everyone."

"You are the son of doom and the source of nightmares."

Holding his head, Jiang Cheng's expression became more and more ferocious, and two lines of blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The voice in his heart was no longer persuasive, but nakedly mocking, and what was even more terrifying was that he used his own voice, as if he was talking to another self.

"Shut up! You shut up!"

The calmness he tried so hard to maintain was instantly broken. He stumbled back, and the darkness in his eyes began to boil. "He wants to kill my friend, so I'll kill him first!"

"Squeak--"

Everyone present, including the monsters, stopped at the same time. They all heard the sound of a door opening.