Chapter 269: Lord Lin on That Carriage!

Lin Manzhi rose straight from the low table, and upon hearing the battle cries outside, her heart tightened instantly, a flash of fear flickering in her dark eyes.

Damn it, she and Mo Lie are separated!

Because she had previously been kidnapped, that fear rose straight from her heart, nearly driving her reason away; fortunately, a moment later she forced herself to calm down.

It's fine, it's fine; if danger comes, at worst she can pull Su Li into a space!

At the same time, Mo Lie stepped out of the carriage, his blue eyes looking outward colder than wind and snow.

The carriage where Lin Manzhi sat was surrounded in the middle as it entered the gorge from the front; it had originally been ahead of the giant elephant, but now, due to the melee, the narrow gorge was blocked by Beast‑transformed warriors, and only the moving carriage ahead could be seen.

Inside the carriage, Su Li was terrified; as a Shamaness traveling in the carriage, it always bore the Wushen Temple sign, so she had never encountered an attack.

Now, a strong scent of blood seeped through the carriage, along with murderous roars from outside, and she was in utter panic.

Su Li's mind went blank, only thinking of escaping; while the warriors on the ground held back the attackers, she needed to get to safety!

"Niu Li, charge forward, quickly take me to a safe place!" Su Li cried out hoarsely.

Niu Li, who was behind the carriage, was one of Su Li's beast attendants, obeying only her commands; upon hearing her words, a puff of white vapor shot from his nostrils, his curved‑horned head lowered, and he recklessly barreled straight into the battlefield ahead.

The next second, before Lin Manzhi could utter her prepared words of comfort to Su Li, her body lurched forward, nearly toppling, and her dizzy, spinning hands reflexively braced against the ground to steady herself.

"Ah…"

Su Li, still seated, let out a scream and rolled on the carpet, crashing into a corner of the carriage; the sudden impact pain left her unable to get up at once.

The carriage, carrying two females, was spotted by the outside Beastfolk, who immediately leapt up to help block the golden eagles attacking from above.

This obvious protection of the carriage caught the keen‑eyed Diao Yi's attention.

Diao Yi was chased by the Flower Leopard on the ground so relentlessly that he couldn't land; thinking things were going smoothly, he hadn't expected such a powerful opponent, leaving him unable to attack.

Flying in the rain already increased his burden; if it continued, the energy in his Spirit Core would be exhausted, and falling to the ground, it was certain he couldn't match this Flower Leopard.

Diao Yi decided on the spot: "Kill the people in the carriage on the giant ox's back."

The surrounding flock of golden eagles instantly locked onto the target, concentrating their assault on the carriage atop the giant ox, striking like lightning from a black cloud.

Diao Yi's ascent caused Hua Zheng to lose his attack target; hearing his words, Hua Zheng suddenly recalled Lin Manzhi in that carriage.

"Lord Lin!"

Hua Zheng's pupils contracted sharply, he twisted his body urgently, his four legs slipping in the rain‑soaked mud, and he raced recklessly toward the giant ox.

The Beastfolk in this gorge grew anxious from that mention of Lord Lin; none of the Beastfolk present failed to respect Lin Manzhi.

"What? Who do you say you want to kill?" a low, cold voice rang out in the rain.

The next moment, all the golden eagles were suddenly frozen as if a pause button had been pressed, forcibly halted midair, the dirty yellow mud on them harder than iron, tightly wrapping their bodies.

Bang—, the golden eagle's body couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded, and two or three bangs rang consecutively in the gorge, echoing like bright red fireworks.

In midair, Diao Yi's wings stiffened as he looked down.

There stood a handsome, towering male beast on the giant ox's carriage; he slightly lifted his gaze toward the golden eagles in the sky, his blue eyes cold as a dead pool in a deep mountain lake, sending an involuntary chill down one's spine.

He let out a snort of laughter, his eyes narrowing slightly.

The golden eagle, wings spanning over ten meters, looked like a harmless doll, shattered by the wet mud trampled on the ground; its flesh and blood mixed with the rain, falling back to the ground and staining the gorge's soil a dark red.

Diao Yi stared at the black‑haired male beast standing on the only clean carriage, a fear unlike any he had felt before rising in his heart.

It was Mo Lie.

This was undoubtedly the legendary lord who could command the land, the ruler of Ansen City and Kuangsha City.

It's over, it's over!

I didn't expect the opponent, even within such a tiny thousand‑strong squad, to personally escort the Wushen Temple's contingent??

Diao Yi felt a suffocating terror as, in an instant, he saw the elite golden eagle warriors he had brought suffer about half casualties.

A shadow of death loomed over Diao Yi's heart, and he let out a desperate roar: "Kuangsha Continent is invading! Invading! G—g—stop him!"

Speaking, he suddenly flapped his wing powerfully, soaring toward the high sky first; as long as he left this deathly place, he would have a chance to survive!

The golden eagle Beastfolk, who only knew obedience, instinctively threw themselves recklessly downward to intercept Mo Lie, covering the War General's escape with their own deaths.

Mo Lie's gaze grew even colder.

Because his subordinates shielded him with their lives, Diao Yi finally flew out a stretch, watching the narrow sky above widen, the chance to leave this death gorge right before him.

His underlying fear lessened a bit; he looked down at his subordinates continuously dying, his eyes flashing with a poisonous gleam.

If the Beast God Mountain were to collapse now, even Mo Lie couldn't instantly rescue the people in the carriage from the mudslide flooding the gorge.

Diao Yi planned the worst final arrangement, a massive slaughter: "Mo Lie, wait for me."

Saying that, he finally flew out of the gorge's narrow sky.

Unexpectedly, Mo Lie, who should have been below, was now standing at the gorge's edge; his spirit jolted, and then... his massive body was stuck between two cliff walls, unable to fly up.

Mo Lie's black hair was all swept back, his features uncovered, perfect as a Beast God sculpture, handsome and strikingly aggressive.

He casually lifted his gaze at the massive golden eagles soaring in the gorge, a silent smile curling his lips, making one's scalp tingle; his cool voice cut through the rain, clear as ever: "Hmm, I'm waiting for you here."

Diao Yi looked down; his pair of sharp claws were now entangled by several mud snakes, claws as sharp as iron hooks that had killed countless, capable of crushing a lion tribe's hard skull, now unable to break free despite his desperate struggle.

No—he's about to be torn apart!!

Diao Yi's sharp, terrified scream burst from his throat: "Aaaaaaaaaa!!"

He was terrified beyond measure; he didn't want to die, but before him stood a Supernatural Male Beast, who could never let him live.