Chapter 913: Surprising or Not?

Origin zone, outside the white line.

After Chen Yangtian silently sensed Lin An's exact position, his brows furrowed:

"Sir, Lin An seems not to be fleeing anymore."

"He's staying in the next area... and I even feel, why does he keep staying at the entrance?"

"Could he be planning to ambush us?"

His thoughts were impatient.

I don't know why the silver-haired man temporarily stopped pursuing, instead cautiously leaving a mark in this area.

Chen Yangtian strained to sense the faint aura, piecing together Lin An's movement map in his mind.

For some reason, looking at the white line ahead, he felt somewhat uneasy.

It was as if the black mist ahead resembled the entrance to the abyss, filled with unknown fear.

It's not hard to imagine that if Lin An didn't hurriedly continue forward, it likely means he's planning some tricks.

"It doesn't matter."

Without explanation, the silver-haired man glanced impatiently at Chen Yangtian, preparing to step into the white line.

"It would be best if he didn't flee; in fact, he can't escape."

"As for an ambush?"

He snorted with a laugh, mockingly glanced at Chen Yangtian, indifferent:

"What can you do in a few minutes?"

"Even if time flows differently, at most half an hour—Lin An couldn't possibly set an ambush; he probably couldn't even resolve a single incident."

"Leaving that aside, you've chased him all the way here—have you seen him clear any area?"

"Even if he did, it would merely attract some things to interfere with us."

Putting away his mockery, the silver-haired man confidently stared at the white mist ahead:

"This place differs from the outside world. If it were those real things existing outside, I might still be wary of them."

"But here, any strange existence is merely an illusory facade."

"One punch, and I can shatter it!"

Confidence comes from strength.

If not for caution, letting his underlings test Lin An's trump cards, he would have absolute confidence that, if he went all out in this area, Lin An would die beyond death.

Now, Lin An has exhausted his trump cards, forced to flee to the next area; to him, it's undoubtedly a trapped beast's struggle.

"He's been stopping at the entrance?"

"Perhaps his strength has greatly declined, blocked by something there..."

"He can't even think of escaping."

Listening to the silver-haired man's explanation, Chen Yangtian hesitated a moment but did not rebut further.

That's indeed the case.

First, let's not discuss whether Lin An has the guts to ambush them.

Even if he did, with the silver-haired man's third-rank senior strength, combined with his form and trump cards, Lin An setting up traps would be futile.

But why do I feel so uneasy...

He snorted with laughter.

Chen Yangtian secretly shook his head; perhaps he was startled by that corpse, or perhaps Lin An's performance put too much pressure on him.

After all, the opponent is a perfect being; feeling pressure when one's own strength is weak is normal.

If even he could easily resolve it, then those big figures behind the gate wouldn't need to value him so much.

Thinking this, Chen Yangtian didn't think further.

He habitually glanced behind, as if confirming, then asked the silver-haired man:

"Sir, shall we go in now?"

"If Lin An can't escape, would it be better to wait for Number Two to arrive?"

Number Two is the third-rank intermediate tasked with hunting Zhang Tie outside Ying Mountain.

The mission is something we all do together.

As for the reward for hunting Lin An, Chen Yangtian wonders if he'll get a major share.

But that Number Two is someone he knows from behind the gate; if he waits for him to come in and get a share, he could take a bit more...

Even saying...

He remained expressionless, seemingly respectfully glancing at the silver-haired man, with some wariness in his eyes.

He probably also guessed much of the intention behind the other's previous reluctance to act.

First, to use these lowly existences as targets to test Lin An's trump cards, just in case.

Another layer likely means fewer people to split the reward...

Seeing that the one assigned to Long'an Base knows this: although the superiors meant to go all out and encircle Lin An, under the silver-haired man's arrangement it ended up as just the two of them hunting him...

This thought of monopolizing the reward could not be more obvious.

If it weren't for needing himself to track Lin An, Chen Yangtian would even suspect the other might strike him down and go kill Lin An alone.

Chen Yangtian, who came out from behind the gate, naturally knows how cruel the world behind the gate is.

Infighting among kin is all too normal...

Resources are scarce, spiritual energy rare, the environment harsh; each of them is a survivor of slaughter, and the reward for killing Lin An is enough to drive any being mad.

A half-smile, the silver-haired man saw through Chen Yangtian's thoughts and coldly snorted inside.

No wonder this old fellow was chosen to play the first batch of remnants; he's not stupid, he guessed what the man intended.

What, you're planning to wait for Number Two to come over, so you don't have to kill Lin An and then have to kill him too?

No need to wait.

Number Two will settle things quickly, so there's naturally time to come over.

If he's trash, he can't even kill a 3 Fourth Rank initial, then he doesn't deserve the reward.

Don't worry, I'm too lazy to take your share.

The silver-haired man lightly drew a conclusion, directly seeing through Chen Yangtian's thoughts.

He was telling the truth.

In his eyes, killing Lin An is easy; the hard part is how to split the reward.

Now only he and Chen Yangtian can make a move; as for Chen Yangtian's strength, he doesn't even consider it.

Splitting off a bit is just splitting off a bit; it's no big deal.

Licking his lips, the silver-haired man couldn't be bothered to say more, and stepped straight into the black mist.

Behind him, Chen Yangtian stood in place with a grim expression.

After a brief hesitation, he took a deep breath, his eyes flickering.

Not only to guard against Lin An's ambush, but also out of concern for his own safety, his eyes hardened, and after a somewhat painful low growl, he pulled his true body out from his scalp.

Anyway, he didn't plan to use this body much longer, so let it be damaged.

A white snake head covered in pus and blood shot out from his scalp, then, like a parasite, took control of his body and rushed into the black mist.

Upon the true body's appearance, the originally merely initial aura suddenly surged.

Brief weakness, the five senses vanished.

In a daze, the silver-haired man pondered how to allocate the reward after killing Lin An, while casually releasing his aura and moving his body.

What Chen Yangtian said wasn't without reason, but given his overwhelming strength, he figured even if Lin An had made preparations, it would be only a minor hindrance.

Regaining his composure, the smile at the corner of his mouth had not yet faded.

Opening his eyes, he blankly stared at himself appearing in a dark, lightless room.

In an instant, a bitterly cold aura froze him in place.

Looking up, his reptilian vertical pupils suddenly contracted.

Red, white, black.

A scarlet wedding dress, drifting.

In the modest living room, swaying corpses hung silently from the ceiling, rocking.

Beneath the whitened feet, pairs of blood-red embroidered shoes filled the view.

Fear piled up, an uncontrollable trembling suddenly erupted.

What the hell is this!!

Seconds later, a strong burnt smell suddenly rushed into his nostrils.

Immediately after, the snake head froze, instinctively sucking in that scorched odor.

In his eyes, the piles of embroidered shoes suddenly ignited beside them.

The next second, the corpses lifted their heads, their tensed insteps jerking up as if stepping on air.

Pairs of dead-white, resentment-filled gazes suddenly locked onto them in unison.

Ahhhhhhh!!

Sixteen piercing screams that shattered eardrums erupted simultaneously; in the mirror covering his whole body, countless reflections of fear appeared.

His soul was frozen.

His pupils were filled with ferocious faces.

Facing the sky-full of ferocious ghosts lunging at him, the silver-haired man felt his scalp about to explode, a strong intent to die filling his spirit.

I!!

Damn!!