85: Chapter 85 One person is an organization

Wang Lin ignored her; another Tentacle extended from his chest.

The Tentacle paused for a fleeting moment in the air before thrusting forward...

Not at the heart, but at the dantian.

That was the source of the Superpower, the seed of Thousand Faces.

The Tentacle coiled around that seed, pulling it out from Ying's body.

Ying's body began to tremble violently; her eyes widened further, her pupils dilated, and her lips turned purple.

So... so this was how her own leader... had their Superpower extracted as well...

She could only watch Wang Lin, watch him extract her most precious possession from her body,

bit by bit, like pulling out a thread, like pulling out a life.

Subsequently, Wang Lin pulled Ying in front of him, leaned his head over, and brought it close to her ear,

as if telling a secret that only she could hear:

"Rest assured. Because of you, everyone in the Blood Fang squad is going to die."

"Mark my words..."

Ying's expression turned to terror, even more terrified than when her Superpower was being extracted.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something... wanting to beg him not to kill the people of the Blood Fang squad...

wanting to tell him that this assassination was her own solo operation, and had nothing to do with the others...

But Wang Lin tightened his grip on her neck, because Wang Lin did not want to listen.

The Tentacle that had pierced her chest twisted violently.

Just as she had twisted it inside Wang Lin's chest earlier.

Ying's body suddenly stiffened, her pupils dilated to their limit, and she was dead.

No scream, no struggle, no final words.

Because Wang Lin did not let her leave any final words.

Wang Lin released the Tentacle, and Ying's corpse fell to the ground with a dull thud.

Then, his Tentacle withdrew from Ying's chest, bringing back a seed.

The seed was transparent, like a solidified drop of water.

Wang Lin looked at the seed, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

He opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Wang Lin closed his eyes, feeling the seed take root, sprout, and bloom inside his dantian.

His face was changing.

It was not that he wanted to change, but that the seed was adapting to his body, merging with his flesh and blood, and becoming a part of him.

His face changed from Wang Lin to someone else, then back to Wang Lin again.

His physique shifted from tall to short, from short to tall.

His voice shifted from deep to shrill, from shrill to deep.

His fingerprints changed, his irises changed, his scent changed.

All these changes were completed in an instant, as fast as lightning.

Then everything stopped; he was back to Wang Lin—still the same Wang Lin, still the same face, still the same voice, still those same hands.

Thousand Faces was not just one face, but countless faces, countless identities.

Wang Lin smiled. If his clones were combined with Thousand Faces, what would that be?

Then, could he alone constitute an organization?

As long as he was strong enough, nothing was impossible.

Just like the Six Paths of Pain in Naruto; one originally thought they were six people, but it turned out to be only one person in the end.

And now, he, Wang Lin, was the same.

Wang Lin looked down at Ying's corpse, a blue spark ignited at his fingertip, and he flicked it downward.

The spark landed on Ying's body, consuming everything about her.

The wind blew over, scattering the ashes and carrying them toward the gray, hazy sky.

After walking for a while longer, a town appeared before him.

Gray stone walls, black iron gates.

The further he walked, the more people he encountered.

They were all the same people who had been in front of the temple earlier.

They were in twos and threes; some gathered together to form small groups, supporting each other, looking out for each other, and keeping each other warm.

Others, like Wang Lin, were alone, walking on the fringes of the crowd, outside everyone's line of sight.

They did not need companions, because sometimes companions would drag you down.

You run fast, he runs slow, and you have to wait for him;

You kill ruthlessly, he kills little, and you have to save him;

You live, he dies, and you have to remember him.

In this strange environment, trust between people had dropped to the extreme.

You do not know if the person beside you will turn into a zombie in the next second,

you do not know if the person beside you will stab you in the next second,

you do not know if the person beside you will push you toward the zombies in the next second so they can escape.

Therefore, it is better to be alone.

Alone, at least you don't have to worry about your back.

At this moment, a voice came from behind: "Brother up ahead, wait! Come help us quickly!"

Wang Lin looked back.

He saw five people running toward him.

In the lead was a person wearing a Night Watchers uniform, level LV6.

He was the highest level in this group and the fastest runner.

Behind him were two people wearing the colorful clothes of the Circus.

One was a clown, with exaggerated makeup painted on his face, a red nose, and a big mouth.

The other was riding a massive wild boar, holding a whip in his hand; he was a Beast Tamer.

Further behind was a person wearing silver armor, a knight of the Holy Court.

At the very back was a person wearing a dark blue uniform, an employee of the Miracle Company,

who kept looking back while running, his face full of fear, because if that thing caught up, he would be the first to die.

Wang Lin looked further back and finally saw the reason they were running.

A humanoid figure.

It was not a simple zombie.

Its eyes were red.

Its nails were very long, as long as arms, like ten short swords.

And it was running very fast, with the cyan Wind Element imbued upon its body.

The Night Watcher in the lead shouted: "Run! The zombie behind us is very strong!"

"It just ate an Awakened with a Wind Ability, and now it can use the Wind Ability too!"

"Its strength should be LV7! We are no match for it! Run!"

Wang Lin's pupils contracted sharply.

LV7?

The maximum level limit to enter the temple was LV6; how could there be a LV7 monster here?

It killed that Awakened with the Wind Ability, ate him, and then inherited his Superpower.

This was no simple zombie; this was an evolver.

Wang Lin did not hesitate; he turned and dashed toward the town.

He had seen a LV7 powerhouse.

Captain Huo Xiao was LV7; he knew how strong LV7 was, he knew how terrifying LV7 was,

he knew that for a LV7, killing a LV6 was as easy as killing a chicken.

As a LV3, charging in would be suicide.

Run, he could only run.

The others also scrambled to run backward.

No one wanted to die, no one wanted to be eaten.

Wang Lin imbued himself with the Wind Ability, and cyan light exploded beneath his feet.

He simultaneously activated his Speed Ability.

His Speed was so fast that the scenery on both sides blurred into shadows.

There was a person in front of him with a Copper Badge pinned to his chest—a Copper Badge of the Twelve Zodiacs, LV4.

His Superpower was Earth Element; the ground beneath his feet was slightly bulging.

He used the Earth Ability to create small ridges on the ground, like tank treads, pushing him forward as he ran.

He was fast too, but not as fast as Wang Lin.

When Wang Lin ran past him, his eyes widened sharply.

He clearly did not recognize the "God of Slaughter" Wang Lin who had wreaked havoc outside the temple earlier,

but he saw the Reserve Member bracelet on Wang Lin's wrist.

A Reserve Member running faster than him, a LV4?

Most importantly, those running ahead of the monster were LV5 and LV6 powerhouses, and he would soon be caught up by them.

If he let this young man run ahead of him as well, he would become the slowest person.

Then he would be eaten by the monster.

He waved his hand violently, and a wall of earth rose from the ground, blocking the path between Wang Lin and himself.