210: Chapter 209 Chase Through the Mist (Part 6)

Wang Lin flapped his wings violently, his body swerving sharply to the left as he dove into a denser patch of the forest.

The two flying puppets behind him were in hot pursuit, the sound of their wings slicing through branches echoing incessantly.

Wang Lin's breathing grew heavier; his stamina was draining, and his Mental Energy was depleting as well.

He couldn't hold on much longer. He had to find a way to shake them off; otherwise, it wouldn't be the Shen Family that died, but him.

Wang Lin's mind raced.

Fighting head-on meant death, and he couldn't run away. Although he could head to Qingshi Camp, Third Uncle Shen Henian dared to make a move in the Mist Forest, meaning he wasn't afraid of the academy's repercussions. Besides, Wang Lin couldn't hold out that long.

Wang Lin's eyes suddenly lit up. His mental perception told him that about ten kilometers to the front-left, there was an LV8 Demon King.

It was the overlord of this Mist Forest, a giant beast that had lived for over a hundred years.

Its territory covered dozens of square kilometers, and no Mist Beast dared to approach it.

Third Uncle Shen Henian was LV8, and that Demon King was also LV8.

Luring Third Uncle Shen Henian into the Demon King's territory and letting them tear each other apart—perfect.

Wang Lin suddenly changed direction, flying toward the front-left, pushing his Speed to the limit until he was like a shooting star.

Standing on the back of his flying puppet, Third Uncle Shen Henian frowned slightly as he watched the figure ahead suddenly change course.

"Changing direction again. Where exactly is this brat trying to go?"

He had been chasing for so long, and Wang Lin had been circling around without a clear destination.

But now he was suddenly moving in a straight line; he wasn't running aimlessly anymore—he had a goal.

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his fingers, and both flying puppets accelerated simultaneously, staying in hot pursuit.

He didn't care where Wang Lin was going; he just needed to catch up and kill him.

Wang Lin flew for about five minutes, and the Demon King's territory appeared ahead.

Wang Lin's Speed slowed down; he needed to be extra careful now.

The edge of the Demon King's territory was marked with its scent, which kept other Mist Beasts from daring to come near.

A rotting, foul stench wafted over from ahead.

Wang Lin dove straight into the Demon King's territory.

Third Uncle Shen Henian, who was behind him, also smelled it. His brows furrowed tightly, and the flying puppets slowed down.

"This is the aura of a Demon King—an LV8 Demon King."

Third Uncle Shen Henian's expression changed. He finally understood what Wang Lin was planning: Wang Lin intended to lure him into the Demon King's territory and let the Demon King deal with him.

Third Uncle Shen Henian wanted to stop, but his Speed was too high, and the puppets had too much momentum. By the time he saw the markings at the edge of the Demon King's territory, he had already charged in.

It was too late.

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his fingers sharply, and the flying puppets braked instantly. Their wings flipped backward as their bodies carved an arc in the air, attempting to turn around.

But it was already too late.

A low roar came from the forest ahead—a warning that any intruder must die.

Wang Lin's body swerved sharply to the left, skimming the ground as he flew off and hid in a thicket of bushes.

He retracted his wings, slowed his breathing, slowed his heartbeat, and suppressed his Mental Energy.

Wang Lin sensed that the Demon King had awakened and was heading in this direction.

The ground shook. Each of the Demon King's footsteps felt like it was stepping on Wang Lin's heart, causing his body to tremble with every stride.

Standing on the flying puppet, Third Uncle Shen Henian stared at the forest being flattened ahead, his face ashen.

The Demon King hadn't appeared yet, but its pressure was already surging over from the front, overwhelming everything.

That was the pressure of an LV8, equal to his own level, yet purer, more primitive, and more savage than his.

Third Uncle Shen Henian lightly brushed his space ring, retracting the Speed-type flying puppet and leaving only the combat-type one.

Standing on the back of the puppet, Third Uncle Shen Henian's gaze turned cold.

He had killed many Mist Beasts, even LV6s and LV7s, but he had never killed an LV8 Demon King.

It wasn't that he couldn't kill one, but it was too dangerous.

An LV8 Demon King's strength far exceeded that of a human Esper of the same level.

They possessed tyrannical bodies, savage power, and bizarre talents.

Fighting a Demon King was a life-or-death gamble.

At this moment, Third Uncle Shen Henian had no way out because the Demon King had already locked onto him.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's LV8 aura was too strong—so strong that the Demon King regarded him as the greatest threat.

Wang Lin lay in the thicket, watching the impending battle between Third Uncle Shen Henian and the Demon King through the gaps.

"You old thing, aren't you trying to kill me? Kill it first, then we'll see."

If Third Uncle Shen Henian won, Wang Lin figured he wouldn't be able to escape either; he could feel that Third Uncle Shen Henian had planted some kind of mark on him, making any attempt to run useless.

But if Third Uncle Shen Henian lost, he could leave alive.

If they both ended up severely injured, Wang Lin could kill Third Uncle Shen Henian, then kill the Demon King, and devour two LV8s.

No matter the outcome, he wouldn't lose.

The forest trembled, the ground shook, and the Demon King emerged from the darkness.

Its size was far larger than Wang Lin had imagined; its shoulder height exceeded five meters, its body length over ten meters, and its entire body was covered in black scales, each one the size of a washbasin.

On its head was a single horn, wrapped in dark red lightning that crackled with sizzling sounds.

Its eyes were golden with vertical pupils, devoid of emotion, filled only with killing intent.

Its mouth opened slightly, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. Saliva hung between its teeth, dripping onto the ground with a sizzling, corrosive sound.

Standing on the flying puppet, Third Uncle Shen Henian brushed his space ring, and ten ground-based puppets flew out simultaneously.

This time, they weren't the humanoid ones from before, but beast-shaped ones, each the size of a cheetah, with lightning-fast Speed.

Ten puppets, from ten directions, charged toward the Demon King simultaneously.

The Demon King lashed its tail, sending three puppets flying. They smashed through over a dozen trees before crashing to the ground, their metal shells dented, joints broken, and cores shattered.

The seven remaining puppets rushed to the Demon King's feet, their blades striking its legs. Sparks flew, but they only left a few shallow white marks on the scales.

The Demon King stomped its foot down, crushing two puppets into iron pancakes.

The dark red lightning on its single horn erupted, turning into countless bolts of lightning that struck the remaining puppets.

Five puppets were hit by the lightning; their internal circuits burned out, their cores exploded, and they turned into balls of fire.

In less than ten seconds, all ten puppets were scrapped.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's expression finally changed.

His puppets were no ordinary goods; each was crafted from meteorite iron and Mist Beast bones, and each possessed the combat power of an LV6.

Ten LV6 puppets had lasted less than ten seconds in front of the Demon King.

He brushed his space ring, retracted the flying puppet, and landed on the ground.

Third Uncle Shen Henian had no choice but to take action himself, using his final trump card.

Lying in the thicket, Wang Lin watched Third Uncle Shen Henian descend from the puppet, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

"Fight. Every one that dies is one less to worry about."

Although the Demon King's body was massive, its Speed was astonishing.

Its black scales left an afterimage in the mist, and the dark red lightning on its single horn carved an arc through the air, heading straight for Third Uncle Shen Henian.