79: Chapter 79 Weakness is the Original Sin

Xingtian. He didn't know when he had already walked behind Wang Lin.

Bishop Qin Cang turned around and looked at Xingtian.

"How can this be called poaching?" Bishop Qin Cang said.

"Wang Lin is not a member of the Twelve Zodiacs right now."

"He is just a Reserve Member and hasn't officially joined yet. Strictly speaking, he is still a free agent."

Xingtian smiled, a cold smile: "A free agent? Bishop Qin Cang, what you said is interesting."

"Wang Lin is participating in the Twelve Zodiacs selection, and he is standing in the Twelve Zodiacs' formation. And you say he is a free agent?"

Bishop Qin Cang's gaze did not dodge or retreat.

The two stared at each other, neither backing down.

The surrounding air seemed to have frozen, and even the wind had stopped.

At this moment, the whispering sound from the temple suddenly changed.

It was as if the rhythm had changed.

Before, it was like breathing in and out, but now it had turned into a sound like drumbeats.

Thump-thump-thump, thump-thump-thump, like a giant heart beating.

The ground was trembling, like the vibration of thousands of horses galloping in the distance.

A dark horizon was moving towards them; that was the Mist Beast tide.

Wang Lin's pupils slightly contracted.

Mist Beasts have no reason, only instinct: to eat.

Eat crystal cores, eat flesh and blood, eat everything containing energy.

They do not know fear, they do not retreat, they do not negotiate, and they do not surrender.

And now, it was not one, not a hundred that were coming.

It was thousands upon thousands, charging towards the temple.

They had been attracted by the whispering sounds.

The crowd became restless.

Some were shouting, some were screaming, and some were retreating.

The Miracle Company's team began to move—not to flee, but to form a formation.

The Holy See's team also moved; everyone stood straight, swords drawn, with the tips pointing towards that black wave in the distance.

The Twelve Zodiacs' team was also moving.

The Gold Badges were at the very front, the Silver Badges and Copper Badges were in the middle, and they, the Reserve Members, were at the very back.

This made Wang Lin feel a sense of relief.

Those Gold Badge powerhouses were the core combat strength of the Twelve Zodiacs; they were like a golden wall, protecting them.

However, the next action made Wang Lin's pupils contract.

Those Gold Badges just stood there, watching those Mist Beasts rush past them.

It wasn't that they couldn't fight them, but that they were intentionally letting them pass.

They were like a sieve; the big, strong Mist Beasts that could threaten them, they killed.

The small, weak ones that weren't worth wasting their stamina on, they let go.

After letting them through, those Mist Beasts would rush towards the second line of defense: the Silver Badges and Copper Badges.

Wang Lin moved his gaze backward.

Those Silver Badges and Copper Badges dodged whenever they could, avoided whenever possible.

Someone cleaved a Mist Beast's skull with a sword, then stepped aside to let the three behind it rush past.

Someone shattered a Mist Beast's spine with a punch, then took a step to the side, clearing a path.

They weren't fighting; they were funneling.

At this moment, these Mist Beasts broke through the first line of defense, broke through the second line of defense, and charged towards the Reserve Members.

Su Tang stood beside Wang Lin and asked in a low voice: "Brother Wang Lin, why don't those LV9s strike?"

Wang Lin didn't answer, because he was also thinking about this question.

Wang Lin's gaze swept across the other factions—the Miracle Company, the Holy See, the Circus, the Night Watchers—all of them were the same.

Those powerhouses didn't really strike; they killed a few symbolically and then stepped aside.

Wang Lin didn't know; he couldn't see through it.

At this moment, Xingtian, who was at the very front, spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but every word was clearly delivered to the ears of everyone present: "The condition for the temple to open is blood."

"Not only the blood of the Mist Beasts, but also human blood."

"The beast tide was attracted by the temple. It is the key, and it is also the sacrifice."

"The more that are killed, the faster the door opens. The more that die, the wider the door opens."

At this moment, Wang Lin finally understood.

The wider the door opens, the more people can enter; the more people that can enter, the more things can be brought out.

He recalled what Xingtian had said: "Your only mission is to survive."

Because those who cannot survive are the sacrifices, the keys, the stones placed under the threshold before the door opens.

Wang Lin was very angry, but he had no choice.

This is the rule of this world: weakness is the original sin.

You are weak, so your life is worthless.

You are weak, so your blood should flow.

You are weak, so you deserve to be a stone.

Wang Lin took a deep breath and suppressed that anger.

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, but the smile was very cold.

Since you won't kill, then let me, Wang Lin, do the killing.

He ran over, bringing with him a whistling wind, and charged into that black wave.

A dozen Tentacles exploded from his back.

Every Tentacle was a blade, and every Tentacle could take a life.

The Tentacles swept across, and three Mist Beasts were severed at the waist, black blood splashing into the air.

The Tentacles pierced, pinning two Mist Beasts to the ground; they struggled twice and then stopped moving.

The Tentacles coiled, and a larger Mist Beast had its bones shattered by the constriction, emitting a cracking sound.

Wang Lin stood in the middle of those corpses, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

As his Tentacles retracted, they brought back the essence blood of those Mist Beasts.

That essence blood flowed along the Tentacles, surging into his dantian, surging into his bones, surging into his muscles.

His cells were cheering, leaping, dividing, and regenerating.

His power was growing, as if someone was pouring water into his body; the water level was rising, rising, and still rising.

He charged out again.

The Tentacles danced like a windmill, like a sickle.

Every strike took a life, every strike brought back a stream of essence blood.

He killed one, then another, then another.

He didn't count, and he didn't need to count; he only needed to kill.

He killed more and more, and absorbed more and more energy.

Quite a few people nearby noticed this side.

It wasn't because he was strong, but because he was too conspicuous.

A LV3 Reserve Member, with a dozen Tentacles growing from his back, charging into the beast tide like a meat grinder, killing faster, fiercer, and more recklessly than anyone else.

Some stopped and looked at him, their faces full of disdain.

Some shook their heads and continued killing the Mist Beasts in front of them.

Someone laughed: "With this method of killing, he won't even last until the temple opens."

The speaker was a Silver Badge, LV7.

He had just cleaved a Mist Beast's skull with a sword, stepped aside, and let the three behind it rush past.

He looked in Wang Lin's direction, a cold sneer hanging on the corners of his mouth: "Stamina is limited, energy is limited; the more you kill, the greater the consumption."

"When the door opens, will he still have the strength to enter?"

A Silver Badge next to him chimed in: "Enter? It'll be good enough if he can stay alive until the door opens."

"Look at his killing method, it's like he doesn't value his life."

"Once his energy is exhausted, he won't even need the Mist Beasts to kill him; he'll collapse on his own."