129: Shura's Power

The eight blood-red giant arms, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, and the grotesque weapons slowly forming within them, plunged the entire western district of the black market into a deathly silence of fear.

Lin Yu, however, remained calm.

After seeing the owner of this phenomenon, it was, as expected, Zhao Tianyang.

A certain berserk state of the [Asura] profession.

It looked impressive, with the oppressive aura a mythical profession should possess.

It seemed that during his absence, Old Ghost Hall had indeed encountered considerable trouble.

And the source of that trouble seemed to be Chen Ao.

Just then, several figures stumbled out of the ruined "Old Ghost Hall," which was in shambles.

They wore the same black uniforms as the guards outside, but they were in a sorry state, with several of them bearing deep, bone-visible wounds.

They were Chen Ao's subordinates who had just escaped the blood net.

"Damn it! What kind of hellish profession is this! It's evil! Too evil!"

A black-clad man with a severed arm yelled in terror as he ran, his face contorted with the shock of surviving a disaster.

"My 'Flaming Demon Battle Axe'! My weapon! It was melted by his damned blood hand! He just snatched it away!"

Another black-clad man clutched his empty right hand, letting out a shrill scream.

His intrinsic weapon had, in the recent confrontation, been forcibly seized by one of the blood-red giant arms and then merged into the massive zhanmadao.

The opponent's profession was not only powerful but could also plunder others' equipment to strengthen himself!

"Don't panic!"

A man who looked like a minor leader, the Silent Man from before, barked sharply. He was also in a bad state, with one sleeve hanging empty, clearly having paid a price.

Beside him, Scarface, who specialized in spatial abilities, was leaning against a wall, panting heavily, each breath bringing up large amounts of bloody foam.

The minor leader stared intently at the increasingly solid eight-armed blood shadow in the sky; his profession seemed to have analytical capabilities.

"I see it! He's burning his life force! Every second he maintains this form, he's consuming his own life!"

"This is definitely some kind of forbidden technique with huge side effects! He won't last long!"

He roared at the few surviving subordinates.

"Drag it out! As long as we hold him, he'll burn himself out!"

Burning life?

Lin Yu's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly.

It certainly fit the setting of a profession like [Asura].

Attaining enlightenment through slaughter; if not insane, one cannot survive.

Wang Han had clearly heard the shouts from over there.

His heart sank to rock bottom.

Burning life? Forbidden technique?

These words combined instinctively made him feel an extreme sense of danger.

He suddenly turned to look at Lin Yu.

But found that his good nephew seemed to be in a daze.

So nonchalant... The string of reason in Wang Han's mind snapped with a 'ping'.

"Lin Yu!"

He lunged forward, grabbed Lin Yu's arm, and practically roared.

"What in the world are you doing! Are you crazy!"

"Don't you see what's happening? Hurry and leave! This place is about to be doomed!"

Wang Han was sweating profusely, his voice changing pitch from urgency.

He had never been so flustered in his life.

But the current situation didn't allow him to maintain his composure.

Those were Chen Ao's people!

That was a monster capable of creating such a world-destroying spectacle!

Staying here was waiting for death!

Lin Yu stumbled as he was pulled, finally deigning to lower his gaze from the sky.

He looked at Wang Han, his expression still infuriatingly calm.

"Uncle Wang, don't rush."

"Don't rush?!"

Wang Han felt his blood pressure shoot up.

"I'm about to die of anxiety! And you're telling me not to rush?!"

He pointed at the eight ferocious blood arms in the sky, then at the black-clad figures nearby who looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Look! Look! Is this something we can get involved in? Gods are fighting! If we mortals don't run, are we waiting to be crushed to death?"

"Dad! Brother Lin Yu!"

Wang Qingxuan also ran over, crying, her face pale, clinging tightly to Wang Han's other arm.

"Let's go quickly, I'm scared..."

His daughter's cries were like a heavy hammer, striking Wang Han's heart.

He stopped talking nonsense, suddenly exerted force, and tried to forcibly drag Lin Yu, this young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, away.

"Come with me! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Lin Yu was about to say something.

The situation in the arena erupted again!

"Roar—!"

Another deafening roar.

The eight-armed blood shadow in the sky seemed to be thoroughly enraged by the few black-clad men who had escaped.

One of the giant arms, gripping a heavy meteor hammer, swung it violently, bringing with it a piercing shriek that tore through the air, and smashed it down hard towards the minor leader and Scarface's position!

Boom!

The massive, spiked hammerhead didn't hit anyone.

It struck the open ground.

But the shockwave it generated turned into a visible white air current, spreading wildly in a circular fashion!

The ground was instantly ripped up a layer!

Debris, miscellaneous objects, and the remains of stalls were swept up by this force, shooting out in all directions like small boats in a tsunami!

"Watch out!"

Wang Han's pupils constricted.

Without time to think, almost instinctively, he suddenly turned around, shielding Lin Yu and his daughter tightly behind him.

He used his back to directly withstand the flying rubble.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several head-sized stones slammed heavily against his back, making dull thuds.

Wang Han grunted, his body swayed violently, but he still stood firm, not retreating a single step.

A sharp pain shot through his back, but he couldn't spare it a thought.

His heart had already gone cold by half.

This was just the aftershock!

Merely the aftershock of an attack had such power!

If he were hit head-on, there probably wouldn't even be bone fragments left!

Wang Han pushed the two children out of his embrace, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the direction of the arena.

He no longer tried to persuade Lin Yu.

He now had only one thought.

Run!

Take these two children and escape this death trap with the fastest speed!

He grabbed Lin Yu and Wang Qingxuan's wrists, one in each hand, and began to retreat step by step, keeping alert.

His movements were slow, steady, each step firmly planted.

As a seasoned veteran of the business world, even in such extreme fear, he maintained his last shred of composure.

He couldn't panic, couldn't just turn and run.

In a battle of this caliber, turning your back on the enemy was an act of suicide.

He could only use this method, little by little, to try and move out of this death zone.

Wang Qingxuan was trembling with fear, allowing her father to drag her along.

However, Wang Han quickly noticed something was wrong.

He couldn't drag him.

He exerted all his strength, but the hand he had on Lin Yu felt like he was grasping a mountain.

Motionless.