Chapter 389: Harvest (I)
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
In the mountain forest, a light breeze stirred, carrying with it a thick stench of blood and rot. Scattered across the ground were chunks of flesh that still twitched, as well as a severed head that blinked, not yet entirely devoid of life. A figure suddenly burst out from the dense woods and arrived before the shattered corpse.
Fortunately, that person was not very strong, or I would have capsized in a gutter this time.
Lin Zheyu felt a lingering sense of fear in his heart.
He swept his gaze over the corpses on the ground and saw the hideous head whose eyes were still filled with murderous brutality. The head had not yet fully died.
"What formidable vitality," Lin Zheyu could not help but remark.
The vitality of a half-yao was even greater than that of a yao martial artist. Such an evil creature not only possessed a powerful life force, but its defense was also astonishing. Before transforming into a half-yao, even Lin Zheyu's full-strength strike could barely split the man in two. After the transformation, he could only rely on the Blood Burning Saber Technique, burning his life to unleash overwhelming power to kill him. If he had been a pure demon, he would likely have been even more monstrous.
Rustle.
Lin Zheyu walked step by step toward the head on the ground, his feet crunching against fallen leaves.
Slash.
A flash of blade light split the still-living head into two with a crack, ending its life completely. Lin Zheyu did not linger. He quickly searched the remains and vanished into the forest. Only after sprinting more than a dozen kilometers did he stop by a clear stream.
After cleaning the dirt from his clothes, Lin Zheyu began counting the items taken from the middle-aged man and the yao martial artist. The unnamed martial artist was rather wealthy, carrying over 500,000 taels in silver notes along with five bottles of spirit liquid. There were also various powders and medicinal pills.