212: Chapter 211 Chase Through the Mist (Part 8)

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his finger, and the pangolin puppet burrowed into the hole, while he remained on the surface.

The pangolin puppet traveled rapidly through the soil. Third Uncle Shen Henian closed his eyes, his Mental Energy connecting to the pangolin puppet's sensory system through the crystal core.

He could see everything the puppet saw, hear everything it heard, and feel everything it felt.

The humidity of the soil, the hardness of the rocks, the temperature of the air, and the scent left behind by Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had dug a very long tunnel underground, twisting and turning, going up and down, left and right.

It was not a straight line; he was going in circles.

He wanted to make Third Uncle Shen Henian lose his orientation, hoping to make him get lost underground.

But although his earth-burrowing technique was fast, the tunnel left traces behind.

The pangolin puppet pursued along those traces, its Speed so great that the soil collapsed behind it.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's Mental Energy locked onto Wang Lin's scent. Underground, he could not match Wang Lin's Speed, but he could follow Wang Lin's traces.

Wang Lin needed time to dig the tunnel, but the pangolin puppet didn't need time to follow the traces.

It just needed to run along the tunnel; it ran faster than Wang Lin could dig.

Sooner or later, it would catch up.

Third Uncle Shen Henian opened his eyes, leaped onto the back of the Demon King, and stood steadily on its head.

His Mental Energy connected to the Demon King's perception through a mark, while simultaneously sensing the position of the pangolin puppet underground.

Above and below, two lines simultaneously pursued Wang Lin.

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his finger gently, and the Demon King took a step, steady and composed.

Because there was no need to rush; Third Uncle Shen Henian knew Wang Lin could not escape.

There was the pangolin puppet chasing him underground, and he was waiting on the surface.

As long as Wang Lin emerged from underground, he could catch him immediately.

Third Uncle Shen Henian did not possess an earth-burrowing technique, so he could not go underground, as there was no air there.

Being human, one needed to breathe, needed oxygen.

Underground was a dead end, and it was the same for Wang Lin.

How long could Wang Lin hold out down there? Ten minutes? Twenty minutes? An hour?

His Mental Energy was limited, and his stamina was limited; it was impossible for him to stay underground forever.

Sooner or later he would have to come out, and the moment he emerged would be his death.

The Demon King strode forward on its four legs, chasing in the direction indicated by the pangolin puppet.

Deep underground, Wang Lin was digging desperately.

Tentacles cleared the way in front, Vajra Transformation broke through the rocks ahead, and Wind Element provided a boost from behind.

Wang Lin's tunnel was very long, winding, going up and down, left and right.

Wang Lin's mental perception captured the pangolin puppet behind him, as well as the huge figure on the ground and Third Uncle Shen Henian standing on the Demon King's head.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and pushed his Speed to the limit.

He could not stop; stopping meant death.

But Wang Lin's Mental Energy was rapidly depleting, and his stamina was also rapidly depleting.

He had been digging underground for nearly an hour; 80% of his Mental Energy was consumed, and 90% of his stamina was gone.

Wang Lin felt he could not hold out much longer; at most, he could hold out for another ten minutes before his Mental Energy was exhausted. His earth-burrowing technique would fail, and he would be trapped underground, buried alive by the soil.

Or he would be caught by the pangolin puppet and killed underground.

Just then, Wang Lin sensed a large river about three kilometers to his front left.

The river was very wide, the current was very swift, and the water was very deep.

The Demon King was too large; it could not cross such a wide river.

Wang Lin abruptly changed direction and dug toward the front left.

The Demon King followed his direction on the surface, moving its four legs at high Speed.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the Demon King's head, looking at the grayish-white fog in front, his brows slightly furrowed.

Wang Lin had changed direction again. Where did he want to go?

Third Uncle Shen Henian's Mental Energy caught the scent of the large river ahead through the Demon King's perception.

The fishy smell of water, the humid air, and the sound of the flowing river.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's brows furrowed even tighter. Wang Lin was heading for the river.

The Demon King was afraid of water, and his pangolin puppet was also afraid of water. He could not enter the water; he couldn't breathe underground, and he couldn't breathe in the water either.

Wang Lin wanted to use the river to cut off their pursuit.

Third Uncle Shen Henian flicked his finger gently, and the Demon King accelerated.

He had to intercept him before Wang Lin reached the riverbank; he could not let him enter the water.

The Demon King's Speed was pushed to the limit; trees fell before it, and soil flew behind it.

But Third Uncle Shen Henian was still one step too late.

Wang Lin's Tentacles suddenly broke through the last layer of soil, his body drilled out from the soil on the riverbank, and he plunged into the river.

The river water was icy and bone-chilling, the current was swift, and the black river water instantly submerged Wang Lin's body.

"Water Element" Superpower, Water Release activated.

Wang Lin did not struggle, letting the river water carry him downstream.

The Demon King rushed to the riverbank and stopped abruptly.

Its four legs pawed at the soil on the riverbank, its golden eyes fixed on the black figure on the water surface that was getting smaller and smaller, and it let out a low roar.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the Demon King's head, watching Wang Lin's back disappear into the river, silent for a long time.

He ran away; he ran away again.

A Level 8 powerhouse chasing a Level 4 kid for so long, and yet he had actually let him escape three times.

The Demon King lowered its head, looked at the river, and let out a low whimper.

Third Uncle Shen Henian gently wiped his finger across his space ring, and that giant flying puppet flew out once again.

Third Uncle Shen Henian leaped onto the back of the flying puppet and stood steadily on it.

The flying puppet's wings flapped violently, and its body shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.

The river was very wide, the fog was very thick, and the current was very swift.

Wang Lin's figure appeared and disappeared in the river, like a black fish.

Third Uncle Shen Henian's Mental Energy locked onto Wang Lin's general position through the mark; he didn't need to use his eyes to sense where Wang Lin was.

The flying puppet flew above the river, its wings flapping against the air, making a dull sound, and the river surface was blown into ripples by the airflow.

At the same time, Third Uncle Shen Henian's Mental Energy connected to the Demon King.

He flicked his finger gently, controlling the Demon King to go around from the shore.

The Demon King's body abruptly changed direction, its four legs moving at high Speed on the riverbank, running toward the downstream of the river.

Third Uncle Shen Henian wanted it to go around from a narrow part of the river, bypassing the river to meet him on the other side.

The river was not infinitely long; there would always be a narrow place, always a place where one could cross the river.

The Demon King just needed to find that place, wade across, and then rendezvous with Third Uncle Shen Henian and the others.

One in the sky, one beast on the ground, one man and one beast, simultaneously pursuing Wang Lin from two directions.

Third Uncle Shen Henian chased from the sky, and the Demon King circled on the ground; no matter if Wang Lin came out of the water or ran on the shore, he would not be able to escape.

Wang Lin did not know how long he had been drifting in the water.

The river water was icy and bone-chilling, the black current wrapping around his body like an invisible hand pushing him downstream.

Wang Lin half-closed his eyes, his consciousness blurring, his body stiff.

Water Release was maintaining his life, but his Mental Energy had reached its limit, and his stamina had reached its limit.