Ye Lin's Ruthlessness

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

When they saw the two tigers die, the remaining eight were instantly enraged. They let out low growls and charged toward Ye Lin.

Ye Lin's eyes were bloodshot. He gripped the Bone Blade in his right hand and the Bone Spike in his left, then charged straight at the tigers without a second thought.

If he wanted to win now, he had to fight with everything he had.

Only by giving it his all might he have a sliver of hope.

Ye Lin was like the God of Slaughter. Facing eight Bloodthirsty tigers, he showed not the slightest fear and took the fight to them, facing all eight alone.

In the next instant, one of the tigers swallowed Ye Lin's left hand. He paid no heed to the pain. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his left hand with all his might, and the Bone Spike in his grip spun inside the tiger's throat.

Ye Lin's Bone Spike tore the tiger's entire neck into a mangled mess of flesh and blood. The tiger stared wide-eyed at him, never imagining that Ye Lin would be so reckless, so utterly mad.

Just as Ye Lin gained the upper hand, a tiger on his right opened its jaws wide and charged at him. Ye Lin showed no fear; his face was filled with madness.

In the next instant, the Bone Blade in Ye Lin's right hand plunged viciously into the tiger's right eye.

The half-meter-long Bone Blade drove straight into the tiger's brain. Ye Lin's right hand jerked and twisted it wildly. The tiger let out a fierce roar, then collapsed onto the ground, lifeless.

Ye Lin was covered in blood, some his own and some the tigers'. He was a true God of Slaughter now, consumed by utter madness.

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