209: Chapter 208 Chase Through the Mist (Part 5)

What was even more deadly was that Wang Lin had to maintain extreme Speed at this moment, so as not to let Third Uncle Shen Henian catch up.

If he were caught, it would also mean death.

Wang Lin unleashed his Mental Energy, suppressing the rampaging vitality within his body, bit by bit forcing it into his muscles, bones, and meridians.

Wang Lin's vitality value was like a flood breaching a dam, unstoppable.

The thick vitality surged through his meridians, scouring every meridian, nourishing every muscle, and strengthening every bone.

Wang Lin's body was becoming stronger.

From early LV4 to mid-LV4, from mid to late, and from late to peak.

The vitality of two LV6 Ancient Martial Artists allowed him to complete in mere tens of seconds an improvement that would take a normal person years to achieve.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, a red light flashing within them.

His vitality value stopped at peak LV4, only one step away from LV5.

Wang Lin released his Tentacles, and the corpses of Shen Ying and Shen Hu fell from the tree branches, crashing to the ground.

They no longer had any value; their vitality had been drained, leaving behind only two shriveled husks.

Wang Lin's bones made a cracking sound.

His strength was more than double what it was before; his Speed, reaction, and explosive power had all increased significantly.

Peak LV4, only one step away from LV5.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the back of the flying puppet, his expression cold and his gaze like a knife.

He had not seen what Wang Lin did just now; the mist was too thick, and the distance was too great. He only saw Wang Lin pause for a moment, then continue running.

But he sensed an indescribable change; Wang Lin's aura had become stronger.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's brow furrowed slightly, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the flying puppet increased its Speed.

Regardless of what Wang Lin had done or what trump cards he had, LV4 was LV4, and LV8 was LV8. The gap in level could not be made up for by any technique.

Third Uncle Shen Henian had to kill Wang Lin today, not to avenge Shen Ying and Shen Hu—those two were not worth it.

It was for the Shen Family. Someone capable of killing two LV6s while at LV4—if he were allowed to grow, the Shen Family would never have peace.

Wang Lin watched Third Uncle Shen Henian slowly closing in, his brows furrowing.

Although his vitality value had reached peak LV4, and his strength, Speed, and reaction had increased significantly, he was still far from being a match for Third Uncle Shen Henian.

The gap between peak LV4 and LV8 was not small; it was a chasm.

A head-on collision would be suicide; he had to leave this forest alive.

When the time came, he would make the Shen Family pay the price, uproot them, and leave none behind.

The Tentacles on Wang Lin's back all retracted into his body, revealing his skin through the tears in his clothes.

Subsequently, two huge bat wings unfolded from his shoulder blades, with a three-meter wingspan, the bones slender but tough, and the wing membranes as thin as cicada wings.

This was Liu Kun's ability, the legacy left behind after he devoured that Vampire calamity.

Wang Lin had never used these wings before because they were too conspicuous and too flashy.

But now he had no choice; if he didn't use them, he would lose his life.

Wang Lin kicked off the branch with both legs, his body catapulting forward. At the same time, his wings flapped violently, and he shot into the sky like an arrow released from a bowstring.

He was not flying high into the sky, but skimming the canopy, weaving between the treetops.

Simultaneously activating [Speed] and [Wind Element] Superpowers.

His Speed increased another level. His body drew arcs in the air, bypassing tree after tree and passing through thicket after thicket.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the back of the flying puppet, watching the dark red figure weaving between the treetops ahead, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Bat wings? A Vampire?

He had lived for over sixty years and seen countless Espers, but he had never seen anything like this—one person possessing Tentacles, Vajra Transformation, Wind Element, Regeneration...

And Vampire wings.

This young man's abilities were too numerous, so many that it was abnormal; it didn't seem like something a human should have.

Normal Espers only had one Superpower; those with good talent had two or three. Even a genius like Shen Junlin only had one: the Sword God.

Yet Wang Lin had seven or eight, and each one was not weak.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's brow furrowed tighter and tighter, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the flying puppet increased its Speed.

The puppet's wings flapped violently, and its body shot forward like an arrow released from a string.

But Wang Lin's Speed was not slow either.

With his wings and Wind Element Superpower, he wove between the tree crowns, using the trees as cover to obstruct Third Uncle Shen Henian's line of sight.

Every time Third Uncle Shen Henian was about to catch up, he would make a sharp turn and dive into a denser part of the forest.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's flying puppet was too large, with a wingspan exceeding five meters, making it not flexible enough to turn in the dense forest.

But the puppet's wings were extremely sharp; every feather was as thin as a blade.

When encountering blocking branches, the puppet's wings would gently slice through, and the branches would break cleanly, the cut surfaces as smooth as a mirror.

When encountering a small tree in the way, the puppet's wings would flap, and the small tree would break at the root and collapse with a crash.

Nothing could stop him; nothing could slow his Speed.

Wang Lin watched the trees continuously falling behind him and gritted his teeth.

This old bastard was ruthless.

His Speed had already been pushed to the limit; his physical strength was being consumed, and his Mental Energy was also being consumed.

Not good. Fortunately, the two people's Speeds finally maintained a balance.

Third Uncle Shen Henian could not catch up to Wang Lin, and Wang Lin could not shake off Third Uncle Shen Henian.

One in front and one behind, one silver and one red, they chased each other above the Mist Forest, like two meteors streaking between the treetops.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the back of the puppet, watching the dark red figure ahead, feeling more and more that something was wrong the longer he chased.

He had been chasing for nearly twenty minutes, covering at least dozens of kilometers.

Wang Lin's Mental Energy had not only not depleted but was actually getting stronger.

It wasn't that it was getting stronger, but that it was maintaining a very high level, with almost no decline.

This was too abnormal. For an LV4 Esper to simultaneously use wings and Wind Element, while also maintaining extreme Speed, the consumption of Mental Energy should be enormous.

Under this kind of consumption, a normal person's Mental Energy would hit bottom in ten minutes at most.

But Wang Lin had held out for twenty minutes, and his Speed had not slowed down at all.

His Mental Energy was like a bottomless lake, calm on the surface, but with an astonishing reserve hidden underneath.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's brow furrowed even tighter; there were too many secrets about this young man, too many things that defied reason.

He had to die here today; otherwise, the Shen Family would really be in big trouble.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's finger lightly brushed across his space ring, and another flying puppet flew out.

It was not an attack type, but a Speed type. It was smaller, with a wingspan of only three meters, but its Speed was nearly twice as fast as the previous one.

Wang Lin looked back, his pupils shrinking violently.

Another one? Would it never end?