208: Chapter 207 Chase Through the Mist (Part 4)

Their hands were not human hands, but blades; the blade on the left hand was one meter long, and the one on the right hand was also one meter long—dual blades.

Behind them were four metal Tentacles, very similar to Wang Lin's Tentacles, but they were not flesh and blood; they were metal.

Each puppet had six arms and twelve attack points.

Three puppets, thirty-six attack points.

"To deal with you, three puppets are enough."

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his fingers lightly, and the three puppets charged forward simultaneously.

Their Speed was so fast that they left only three dark silver afterimages in the mist.

The blades cut through the air, creating sharp whistling sounds, while the metal Tentacles danced in the air like six silver snakes.

Wang Lin deployed twenty-two Tentacles. The Tentacles collided with the puppets' blades, sparks flying everywhere. The sound of metal clashing echoed through the forest, shaking the leaves on the trees until they rustled and fell.

Wang Lin's Tentacles began to show signs of damage.

The puppets' blades were not made of ordinary metal; they were forged from meteorite iron, ten times harder than standard blades.

Wang Lin's Tentacles could block the attacks of a LV5 Mist Spider, but they could not withstand the puppets' blades.

One Tentacle was severed, and black blood gushed out.

Another Tentacle was severed, then another.

The Tentacles were part of Wang Lin's body; the pain of having them severed was like having his fingers cut off.

Wang Lin retracted his Tentacles, took out two blades from his space ring, and engaged the three puppets in close-quarters combat using dual-blade style.

Forty-seven types of blade techniques rotated and alternated in Wang Lin's hands, but his opponents were not human; they were puppets.

The puppets felt no pain, no fear, would not tire, and could not be deceived by blade techniques.

They just kept striking, one blade after another, one stance after another, tirelessly, never retreating.

Wounds began to appear on Wang Lin's body, blood seeping from them and staining his clothes red.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood to the side, his fingers moving lightly as he controlled the three puppets, his expression completely unchanged.

Shen Junlin stood in the distance, watching as more and more wounds appeared on Wang Lin's body, the corners of his mouth slowly curling up.

Wang Lin was struck in the chest by one of the puppets' blades. The luster of his Vajra Transformation flickered, blocking most of the damage,

but the blade still left a deep bloody gash on his chest.

Wang Lin stumbled back several steps, leaning against a large tree, panting heavily.

Third Uncle Shen Henian looked at Wang Lin and flicked his fingers lightly; the three puppets stopped simultaneously.

"You are strong. To be able to fight like this at LV4 is indeed very strong. But you must die today."

"Enemies of the Shen Family cannot leave alive."

Wang Lin leaned against the large tree, panting heavily.

Blood was still seeping from the gash on his chest, and his body was covered in blade wounds.

"Want to kill me? It's not that simple."

Wang Lin's body suddenly tensed, and the clothes on his back split open again as two Tentacles extended out.

But this time, the Tentacles did not attack Third Uncle Shen Henian, nor did they attack the three puppets.

The Tentacles coiled around the corpses of Shen Ying and Shen Hu on the ground, lifting them into the air.

Wang Lin's body propelled backward as his Wind Ability erupted beneath his feet.

Wang Lin knew that if he faced a LV8 opponent, he definitely wouldn't be able to win.

Facing Song Zhengchu, whose strength was infinitely close to LV8, Wang Lin had only managed a surprise attack to barely scrape a victory.

Once Song Zhengchu knew his abilities, it would be basically impossible to defeat him again.

And the enemy in front of him was a genuine LV8; he had absolutely no chance of winning.

So, he had to retreat for the time being, but he couldn't just run away like a coward; he took the corpses of Shen Ying and Shen Hu with him.

These were the bodies of two Ancient Martial Artists; their life force must be greater than that of ordinary people, perfect for boosting his own life force value.

Third Uncle Shen Henian didn't expect Wang Lin to be so decisive. He lightly wiped his finger across his space ring.

A giant flying puppet flew out from the ring. It was shaped like an eagle, with a wingspan of over five meters,

and its entire body was covered in dark silver metal feathers, with the edge of each feather as sharp as a blade.

There was a recessed area on its back, just enough for one person to stand.

Third Uncle Shen Henian leaped onto the back of the flying puppet and stood steadily on it. With a light flick of his finger,

the flying puppet's wings flapped violently, and it shot forward like an arrow released from a bowstring.

The three ground puppets also pursued under Third Uncle Shen Henian's control, darting rapidly through the forest.

One in the sky, three on the ground, all chasing after Wang Lin.

Wang Lin leaped between tree trunks, sprang off branches, and wove through the mist.

His Speed was fast, but the pursuers behind him were faster.

The sound of the flying puppet's wings beating the air grew closer, and the figures of the three ground puppets darting rapidly through the forest became increasingly clear.

His Mental Energy perception told him that he would be caught within a minute at most.

Wang Lin wiped his right hand across his space ring, took out a bottle of Mental Energy recovery potion, bit off the stopper, and drank it in one gulp.

Facing a LV8 pursuit, Wang Lin had to maintain his peak state at all times.

The coolness of the potion spread from his throat to his entire body, and his Mental Energy began to recover slowly.

Wang Lin lowered his head, looking at the two corpses coiled in his Tentacles, Shen Ying and Shen Hu.

Two LV6 Ancient Martial Artists; their life force was as thick as a mountain, and the energy within their bodies far exceeded that of ordinary people.

Wang Lin originally didn't want to absorb them while others were around; it would be too conspicuous.

But now he had no choice. Facing Third Uncle Shen Henian, who was LV8, he had absolutely no chance of winning. His only opportunity was to improve himself before the enemy caught up.

Wang Lin activated his [Regeneration] Superpower.

Green light shone from the surface of his body, and the wounds on him healed at a Speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than ten seconds, all the injuries on his body were healed, his skin as smooth as if he had never been injured.

Only the holes and bloodstains on his clothes proved that there had once been wounds there.

Subsequently, Wang Lin's Tentacles pierced into the corpses of Shen Ying and Shen Hu, and black light surged from the Tentacles,

like countless tiny snakes, burrowing into the skin of the corpses.

Shen Ying's body twitched violently—not because he was still alive, but as a physiological reaction to his life force being extracted.

The life force within him was like a great river, slowly being drained away by Wang Lin's devouring ability.

The black light returned from the corpses to Wang Lin's arms, flowing along his blood vessels into his heart, then spreading from his heart to his entire body.

Wang Lin's body began to heat up—a heat that seeped from the marrow of his bones.

Wang Lin's skin began to turn red, his blood vessels bulged, his heartbeat accelerated, and even his breathing became heavy.

The life force of a LV6 Ancient Martial Artist was more intense and violent than anything he had ever devoured before.

That life force rampaged through his body like beasts trapped in a cage, wanting to tear him apart from the inside.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth, using his Mental Energy to suppress that violent life force.

His body trembled slightly, his muscles constantly tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing.

A war was raging within him.

Wang Lin's body was absorbing that life force, while the life force was resisting.

If Wang Lin's body couldn't hold on, that life force would blow him apart from the inside.