Reincarnated with a lucky draw system

Chapter 340: INEVITABLE FATE

The souls closest to the tear hovered around it, their ethereal forms merging with the jagged edges of the rift, causing the opening to pulse with an unnatural, ghostly light that distorted the surrounding air like heat waves rising from scorched earth.

"No," Chen Wo muttered under his breath, his voice a hoarse whisper filled with defiance as he forced himself to rise up, his muscles screaming in protest against the agony coursing through his battered body.

He refused to lose his life without exacting revenge on Aaron, the burning hatred in his chest fueling a last surge of determination that pushed him beyond the limits of his broken frame.

Chen Wo held his ground, his stance wavering but resolute, blocking attacks from all angles with desperate swings of his sword that whistled through the air, clashing against the intangible yet deadly forms closing in on him.

"Urgh," he groaned in pain, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the soul form of Qin Luo drove a needle through his back, the ethereal weapon piercing his flesh with a cold, burning sensation that spread like icy fire through his veins.

Out of pure reflex, Chen Wo swung his hand wildly, his arm cutting through the air in a futile arc aimed at retaliation.

But his hand simply passed through the ethereal form, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, the misty silhouette dissipating momentarily before reforming with a mocking shimmer.

He was struck hard by the sledgehammer of the destruction titan, the massive soul capitalizing on the opening he had left from trying to retaliate against Qin Luo, the impact landing with a thunderous force that reverberated through his bones like an earthquake.

Chen Wo was smashed through the sentinel remnants scattered on the ground, his body tumbling across the bone-littered floor as blood flowed freely from his mouth, the metallic taste flooding his senses and staining his lips crimson.

His bones were broken from the brutal blow, sharp shards of pain lancing through his limbs and torso, making every breath a labored effort in the dim, oppressive atmosphere of the isolated space.

Chen Wo tried to rise to his feet once more, pushing against the cold, unforgiving ground with trembling arms, but he realized he couldn’t, his legs refusing to obey as numbness crept in like a thief in the night.

A soul form materialized before him, its presence casting a chilling shadow over his prone figure.

One of his members who had followed him now stood before him as a twisted apparition, holding its sword aloft, the blade glowing faintly with residual malice that reflected in Chen Wo’s widening eyes.

"Hahaha," Chen Wo laughed in stark mockery of himself, the sound bitter and hollow, echoing faintly in the confined space as self-loathing twisted his features into a grimace of ironic amusement.

He had prepared his mind for several grim outcomes, envisioning battles lost and escapes thwarted, but not the cruel twist of losing his life to his own ally, a betrayal forged from beyond the grave that stung deeper than any wound.

The soul stabbed its sword toward the heart of Chen Wo, the motion deliberate and unyielding, the tip glinting with ethereal energy that promised swift oblivion.

It pierced Chen Wo, driving deep toward his heart, the invasion sending waves of excruciating pain radiating outward, his vision blurring at the edges as warmth seeped from the fresh wound.

"Chen Wo!!!!!!"

Chen Wo heard the loud roar of his brother, the voice booming through the chaos like a lifeline thrown into a storm-tossed sea, cutting through the haze of his suffering.

"Brother," Chen Wo whispered with a faint smile, his lips curving weakly despite the torment, a flicker of warmth breaking through the cold grip of impending death.

It felt like cosmic irony to him, a cruel joke from the universe: the one person he had hated so much, harboring grudges that ran deep like old scars, was now the one person he was inexplicably happy to see in his dying moment, a bittersweet reunion amid the carnage.

Chen Ye removed his blindfold in unrestrained anger, his movements sharp and furious, revealing eyes that burned with a fierce, unbridled intensity that lit up the shadowed space.

From his eyes, he released a blast of destruction energy, the power erupting in a radiant burst that crackled with raw force, surging outward like an unstoppable tide.

The destruction energy spread like a relentless wave across the isolated space, annihilating every soul it came in contact with, their forms dissolving into wisps of smoke and anguished wails that faded into nothingness.

The isolated space was cleared of all souls by the devastating attack of Chen Ye, the air growing still and heavy with the scent of ozone and lingering death, the ground now littered with only the remnants of the living.

"I should have listened to you," Chen Wo muttered weakly, trying to force a smile on his pale face, the effort causing beads of sweat to mix with the blood trickling down his cheek.

"Don’t speak," Chen Ye urged, his voice firm yet laced with underlying desperation as he knelt beside his brother. "Let’s get you treated." He pressed a hand gently against the wound, trying to stem the flow of blood that soaked through his fingers.

Reign arrived moments after, his footsteps echoing softly as he stared at Chen Wo with a neutral expression, his eyes assessing the scene with cold detachment, unmoved by the familial drama unfolding before him.

Thanks to Chen Ye’s timely intervention, the attack hadn’t reached the heart of Chen Wo, the blade halted just short of fatal penetration, though the damage was severe and the wound pulsed with ominous energy.

"He has grown even more, brother," Chen Wo tried to explain, his words coming in ragged breaths. "He is stronger than in the past." His voice carried a mix of awe and regret, his mind flashing back to Aaron’s mocking smile.

"I said you should stop talking," Chen Ye insisted, his tone sharper now, laced with worry. "We will discuss more afterward. Not now." He glanced around the desolate space, searching for any sign of lingering threats.

"It’s too late," Chen Wo replied with a resigned smile, his eyes dimming slightly as the pain intensified. "I’m going to die anyway." The admission hung in the air like a final verdict, his body growing heavier with each passing second.