213: Chapter 212 Chase Through the Mist (Part 9)

Wang Lin did not know how far he had drifted, nor did he know how much time had passed.

Suddenly, Wang Lin's body collided with a rock.

He jolted awake, opened his eyes, and discovered he had drifted to a bend in the river.

The soil on the bank was red, the trees were green, and the mist was a grayish white.

Wang Lin kicked his legs against the river water, his body springing out from the water. He deactivated his Water Element Superpower, his wings burst open, and his Wind Element erupted with full force.

His body carved an arc through the air, landed on the bank, and he ran toward the depths of the forest.

Wang Lin's wings wove through the branches, his Wind Element flowing beneath his feet, his Speed so fast that he left a dark red afterimage in the mist.

Wang Lin's Speed was fast, but the pursuer behind him was faster.

After running for less than five minutes, Wang Lin's Mental Energy perception captured the dark silver figure in the sky.

The flying puppet's Speed was too fast, and it consumed very little Mental Energy.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the back of the flying puppet, his long robes snapping in the wind, his eyes as cold as winter ice.

Third Uncle Shen Henian looked down at Wang Lin, who was running desperately on the ground, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Wang Lin gritted his teeth and increased his Speed.

His body wove between tree trunks, sprang off branches, and leaped through bushes.

But Wang Lin could not outrun the flying puppet; the LV8 flying puppet's Speed was much faster than his wings.

Third Uncle Shen Henian did not need to chase him; he only needed to follow Wang Lin in the sky, wait until Wang Lin could no longer run, his Mental Energy was exhausted, and his physical strength was spent, and then come down to kill him.

As Wang Lin ran, he suddenly felt the ground shaking.

Wang Lin's pupils constricted sharply. He didn't need to look back to know that the Demon King had caught up.

The Demon King's Speed was even faster than the flying puppet. Its four legs moved rapidly across the ground, each step covering over a dozen meters.

In its pupils, there was no anger, no killing intent, only the will of Third Uncle Shen Henian.

Wang Lin stopped and stood in a clearing.

In front was the Demon King, behind was Third Uncle Shen Henian, to the left was the forest, and to the right was the river.

One LV8 in the sky, one LV8 on the ground; he was only an LV4, there was no escaping.

Wang Lin retracted his wings and stood there.

Third Uncle Shen Henian looked at Wang Lin, his expression indifferent, his eyes like knives: "Run. Why aren't you running anymore?"

Wang Lin said indifferently: "I can't run anymore. How about you let me rest for a while?"

"Since you can't run, then die," Third Uncle Shen Henian said. Then, he moved his finger slightly.

The Demon King's body lunged forward abruptly, its mouth opening to reveal two rows of sharp teeth.

Wang Lin did not dodge.

He had no energy left; 90% of his Mental Energy was consumed, and 90% of his physical strength was spent.

He could only stand there, watching the Demon King's gaping maw draw closer and closer.

Wang Lin watched death pouncing toward him, unwilling to accept it.

Die just like this? That's too much of a loss.

Just at this moment, a flash of cold light fell from the sky.

It was a massive horse-chopping saber, the blade two meters long, the spine thick, the hilt wrapped in black cord, and the blade engraved with complex patterns.

The blade descended from the mist, precisely piercing into the Demon King's head.

The tip of the blade entered from the top of the Demon King's head and exited from its chin, pinning its head to the ground.

The Demon King's skin, hard as iron, was as fragile as paper before the horse-chopping saber.

The power on the blade was so immense that the Demon King's skull shattered like tofu, brain matter gushing from the wound. Its body twitched a few times on the ground, then stopped moving.

One strike to kill, clean and efficient.

Wang Lin's pupils constricted sharply; he recognized this blade.

It was Zeng Aniu's horse-chopping saber. He had seen it in the office of the The Slaughterhouse, hanging on the wall, and had always thought it was just a decoration.

He hadn't expected it to be real, hadn't expected it to be so heavy, hadn't expected it to be so sharp.

A voice came from the distance, deep as thunder: "Hahaha, found another LV8 Demon King, not bad luck."

Wang Lin turned his head, looking in the direction the voice came from.

A tall figure walked out of the mist, shoulders as broad as a wall, fingers thick, skin dark.

He walked to the Demon King's corpse, bent down, grasped the hilt of the horse-chopping saber, and pulled with force.

The blade was pulled out from the Demon King's head, bringing with it a spray of warm blood and brain matter.

Afterwards, he wiped it twice on the Demon King's corpse to clean off the blood and gore, shouldered the blade, turned around, and looked at Wang Lin.

"Kid, we meet again."

"I didn't expect you to be this impressive. You said you were training alone, but I didn't expect you to find two LV8 experts to practice with. Awesome!"

Wang Lin looked at Zeng Aniu's "You're really something, kid" expression, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Uncle Niu, I'm being hunted."

Zeng Aniu laughed heartily: "Hunted? To be hunted by two LV8s and still be alive now, isn't that even more awesome?"

Hearing Zeng Aniu say he was awesome, Wang Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zeng Aniu walked up to Wang Lin and looked him up and down, his gaze traveling from his torn clothes to the blood on his face.

He frowned, not out of anger, but because although Wang Lin looked very disheveled, the injuries on his body were not fatal.

To be able to survive the pursuit of two LV8s and not sustain serious injuries?

What on earth has this kid experienced just now?

Zeng Aniu raised his head and looked at Third Uncle Shen Henian standing on the back of the flying puppet in the sky.

He reached out, his thick finger pointing at Third Uncle Shen Henian: "Who are you? Dare to kill my son?"

Hearing this, the corner of Wang Lin's mouth twitched sharply.

Son? When did he become Zeng Aniu's son?

Wang Lin quickly spoke up: "Uncle Niu, not son, it's nephew."

Zeng Aniu turned his head and glanced at Wang Lin: "Although you are my nephew, I have long since treated you as my own son."

"Your father Wang Dashan was my brother; his son is my son. Is there a difference?"

Wang Lin stopped talking. Fine, say whatever you want.

Anyway, he couldn't control it.

Third Uncle Shen Henian stood on the back of the flying puppet, looking at the people below.

He frowned and looked Zeng Aniu up and down.

His shoulders were as broad as a wall, muscles bulging against his dark gray shirt, his fingers as thick as iron pincers, his skin as dark as cast iron.

That horse-chopping saber was shouldered, the blade still dripping with blood.

The power to kill an LV8 Demon King with one strike was not something an ordinary person could possess.

"Are you the Zeng Aniu of Zeng Aniu Slaughterhouse? A member of the Twelve Zodiacs?"

Zeng Aniu raised his head and grinned: "That's right, it's your grandpa."

Third Uncle Shen Henian's frown deepened.

Zeng Aniu, Twelve Zodiacs.

He had seen this name in the Shen Family's files. The files stated that Zeng Aniu was an LV7 Ancient Martial Artist, strength-based, bad-tempered, and liked to use a horse-chopping saber.

But judging from that strike just now, he was definitely not LV7.

Killing an LV8 Demon King with one strike—power, Speed, angle, timing—every detail was perfect.

It wasn't something an LV7 could do; at the very least, it was LV8. Or perhaps even higher.

The Shen Family's files were incorrect, or Zeng Aniu had been hiding his strength.

Third Uncle Shen Henian fell silent. He was LV8, Domain type, Puppeteer.

Zeng Aniu, LV8, strength-based Ancient Martial Artist.