234: Chapter 233 Unfathomable, Zeng Aniu

"I didn't expect you kid to still have the Twelve Zodiacs as a trump card."

Old Zhao held his short blade horizontally in front of him: "I am here today specifically to protect him."

"If you want to take him away, you'll have to get past me first."

The person was silent for a moment, then withdrew his hand: "I will give the Twelve Zodiacs face."

"But Wang Lin, we won't give up. You can escape once, but you won't escape a second time."

The person's figure disappeared into the darkness, the sound of footsteps growing fainter until nothing could be heard anymore.

The warehouse fell silent.

Old Zhao stood there, the short blade still gripped in his hand, watching the direction the person had disappeared, silent for a long time.

Then he turned around and looked down at Wang Lin's injuries, which were in a horrific state.

His clothes were torn to shreds, his skin covered in blood scabs and lacerations, with white bone visible in some places.

"Kid, you're badly hurt."

Wang Lin leaned against a wooden crate, gasping for air: "Heh, I'm not dead yet."

"Can you walk?"

Wang Lin shook his head: "Give me another five minutes. The injuries this time are too severe."

"Fine. I'll wait for you."

Wang Lin closed his eyes, his breathing slowly stabilizing as his internal Regeneration went into full operation.

Those wounds, deep enough to see bone, were slowly healing. The torn skin began to close, the fractured bones began to reconnect, and the lost blood was slowly being replenished.

His body was repairing at a Speed visible to the naked eye; although not as fast as his previous Regeneration, it was still much faster than an ordinary person.

Five minutes later, Wang Lin opened his eyes, stood up, and moved his shoulders, his bones making a crackling sound.

Some light white scars remained on his skin, but the wounds had all healed completely.

Old Zhao watched this scene, his eyes wide with astonishment.

"Tsk tsk tsk... You kid, are you even human?"

Wang Lin looked down at his hands and clenched his fists, confirming that his body had recovered seven or eight percent.

"Regeneration Superpower. As long as I'm not dead, I can recover."

"By the way, Uncle Zhao, what kind of organization is the Nether Palace?"

Old Zhao shook his head, his expression becoming serious: "Kid, your strength is too low right now. It's not good to know too much about certain things."

"Once you reach LV9 or higher, I'll tell you."

Wang Lin was silent for a moment, then nodded: "Alright."

Old Zhao turned and walked toward the warehouse entrance, saying as he walked: "Since you're fine now, I have to go."

"You'd better be careful of the people from the Nether Palace over the next few days. They have their eyes on you and won't give up easily."

After confirming that Old Zhao's footsteps had completely disappeared into the night, Wang Lin stood in place and waited for a while, confirming that there was indeed no one else around.

Then he turned around and looked at Shen Tianhe's corpse in the corner of the warehouse.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils dilated, and a trace of black blood still remained at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Lin did not hesitate and pressed his right hand onto Shen Tianhe's chest.

A faint layer of black luster emerged from his palm, and he began to devour the residual Superpower in Shen Tianhe... [Void Rending].

A cluster of silver-white light emerged from the corpse's chest, like a seed wrapped in Black Flame, slowly merging into Wang Lin's palm.

Wang Lin's body shuddered violently, and the Spatial Ability seed inside him began to throb intensely.

This throbbing was not painful, but rather a form of growth.

Those silver-white roots spread out from the seed, extending along his meridians and connecting to every corner of his body.

The seed, which was originally only the size of a grain of rice, had expanded to the size of a soybean after devouring Shen Tianhe's Void Rending Superpower.

Its surface was covered with fine lines, like a seed about to crack open.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, feeling the changes inside his body.

His perception of space became clearer; he could feel the texture of every inch of space in the warehouse,

could feel the traces of those formation patterns slowly dissipating,

could feel the angle at which the moonlight shone in from the broken window,

could feel the distance of the lights of the Holy City in the distance,

and could even feel the subtle changes in the air disturbed by a bird flying across the sky several kilometers away.

The Spatial Ability was no longer that withered seed; it was sprouting, growing, and expanding.

Wang Lin could feel the space around his body beginning to draw closer to him, as if responding to his call.

Wang Lin had an intuition that if he wanted to, he could make himself disappear from his current spot and appear anywhere within ten meters.

He wouldn't need to consume too much Mental Energy, nor would he need to prepare in advance.

It was faster and further than his previous teleportation.

Wang Lin opened his eyes, a silver-white light flashing within them.

Wang Lin looked down at Shen Tianhe's corpse on the ground, was silent for a moment, and then raised his right hand.

He brought his fingers together and swiped gently in the air.

A thin, long black rift appeared out of thin air, and then he gave it a gentle push.

The rift expanded like a silent mouth, opening horizontally, its width just enough to accommodate a corpse.

Wang Lin used his foot to kick Shen Tianhe's corpse into the rift.

The rift closed as if nothing had ever happened.

Wang Lin walked toward the other two LV6 followers, raised his hand, and with the same gentle swipe, kicked the two corpses one by one into the rift.

The rift closed again, and the ground returned to its original state.

The warehouse grew quiet, leaving only moonlight and dust.

Wang Lin stood there, feeling the growing Spatial Ability seed inside him. He clenched his fist, then released it, and turned to walk out of the warehouse.

On the other side, inside the office of the Zeng Aniu Slaughterhouse, the lights were still on.

Zeng Aniu sat in his massive chair, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold.

He was waiting, waiting for news from the west side of the city.

The door was pushed open, and Old Zhao walked in.

He walked up to Zeng Aniu and stood still, his expression carrying an indescribable complexity...

There was admiration, emotion, and a trace of tension that hadn't completely dissipated: "Boss Niu, I'm back."

Zeng Aniu put down his teacup and leaned back against the chair: "How is the situation?"

Old Zhao took a deep breath, and then began to speak.

He started from the moment Wang Lin walked into the warehouse, spoke about Shen Tianhe entering with two followers, and about Wang Lin using three puppets to block the followers.

He spoke about Wang Lin using a spatial formation to weaken Shen Tianhe's Void Rending.

He spoke about Wang Lin using his Poison-type Superpower, and about Wang Lin killing Shen Tianhe even after being heavily injured.

Old Zhao did not miss a single detail, including the appearance of the person from the Nether Palace and every word that person said.

Zeng Aniu listened, his expression unchanged, but his fingers tapped lightly on the armrest twice.

Then Old Zhao showed a look of admiration, looking at Zeng Aniu and saying: "Boss Niu, you are still the best."

"You must have known in advance that the people from the Nether Palace would come, so you sent me over ahead of time, right?"

Old Zhao's tone carried heartfelt admiration: "If it weren't for your advance arrangement, Wang Lin might have really been taken away by the people from the Nether Palace tonight."

Zeng Aniu froze for a moment, then picked up the cup of cold tea and took a sip.