Chapter 142: The Grudge of the Burnt Clothes

"You two, protect Ye Xi'an well."

Before he left, Ye Xi'an told him that there were also people hiding in the surrounding grass, be careful of ambush.

Lin Zhi Jing nodded quickly, ignoring the metal protective shield in front of him, and walked straight through.

He lowered his head and saw Bao Jing lying on the ground vomiting blood, and mercilessly said: "Trash."

A fourth-level ability user was actually beaten into this state by this group of second- or third-level ones.

Bao Jing covered his bloody mouth and warned him: "They have advanced weapons, be careful!"

"Advanced weapons?" Lin Zhi Jing raised an eyebrow: "Then I want to see just how advanced they are."

He turned his head and found himself facing a pitch-black cannon muzzle; the hole actually matched his face perfectly.

The beastman holding the cannon barrel grinned, his handsome features twisted beyond recognition: "Great, then let us show you how advanced we are."

As he spoke, he bent his finger joints to pull the trigger.

Lin Zhi Jing, however, stood there like an idiot, his face almost stretching into the cannon barrel.

Bao Jing watched anxiously: "No, you're crazy, run!"

"Click," was the sound of the trigger being pulled; instantly the world seemed to hit pause, Bao Jing closed his eyes, unable to watch Lin Zhi Jing's handsome face blown apart like a sunflower.

"Huh?" Bao Jing opened his eyes, somewhat dazed, why did this weapon make no sound? Just now when it hit him it was really loud.

He lifted his head to look at Lin Zhi Jing, discovering he was unharmed, while the cannon barrel before him was like a scrap, utterly still.

The beastman saw the cannon barrel had no reaction, instantly panicked, immediately began checking everywhere, trying to fix it.

"What's going on?" Bao Jing asked blankly.

Lin Zhi Jing lowered his head to look at him, revealing a hint of proud smile: "Can metal weapons even be called advanced weapons?"

It turned out that after Lin Zhi Jing emerged from the protective shield, he saw that these beastmen were merely tough on the outside but weak within; although each appeared to have a weapon, they were actually holding those cheap, obsolete metal products that Zhu Shen Xing had long discarded.

These weapons were no different from toys before him; it only took a little skill to scramble their internal parts beyond recognition.

They were only enough to frighten inexperienced beastmen like Bao Jing.

His beautiful phoenix eyes lifted dangerously, scanning the mere second-level beastmen before him with a gaze that looked upon the dead: "Alright, you trash wasting my time, it's time to die."

Lin Zhi Jing walked toward them leisurely, but the beastmen felt no elegance; instead they thought he was like a Satan's envoy from hell coming to claim their lives, and turned to flee.

As a result, the ground began to crack, dozens of metal vines as thick as arms burst from the surface, even the beastmen's cannon barrels from just moments ago becoming part of those vines.

Facing danger, the beastmen launched attacks, various elemental abilities smashing wildly at the vines, but against Lin Zhi Jing, who was already seventh-level, saying these attacks were merely ticklish would be flattering them.

The vines shattered fireballs, smashed water bullets, and effortlessly hoisted these little lackeys up, strangling them in an instant; blood flowed down the vines to the ground, the smell nauseating enough to make one want to vomit.

But Lin Zhi Jing's target was not these weaklings, but the mastermind hiding in the distance.

Beastmen of the same ability level tend to resonate to some extent; shortly after arriving on Zhimeng Xing, he faintly sensed a seventh-level ability beastman nearby.

But at the time he thought it was beastmen from another clan here on a mission; now it seems not, but rather someone is pursuing them to Zhimeng Xing.

And this seventh-level ability beastman is likely the mastermind behind it all.