Lin Feng should have thought of it long ago.
Not one of these people who dabbled in shady practices ever came to a good end.
Liao Chi had offered every part of himself to the Yaksha King. Shortly after his death, his corpse resembled a wax figure melted by intense heat, no longer even recognizable as human.
Li Pusa, who carried a Bodhisattva on his back, even had a deathrattle.
Lin Feng should not have been surprised.
It was just a deathrattle!
One extra Bodhisattva.
He just had to kill her!
Gritting his teeth, Lin Feng unleashed one vicious sword move after another, driving his blade through the Bodhisattva's mouth and out the back of her head.
The Bodhisattva clamped her teeth around the blade. He could not pull it free.
Her teeth were like a carnivore's fangs, needlelike and impossibly sharp.
One bite from those teeth would tear away a huge chunk of flesh.
Lin Feng already knew that all too well.
His left shoulder, which had hemorrhaged before the bleeding was forcibly stopped, was proof enough.
Even the bone bore the marks of her teeth.
Gale Wind wrapped tightly around him.
They covered his wounds, trying to help him preserve some strength.
His worst wound was still in his belly. His intestines had nearly been ripped out.
So this shitty game was all about realism, huh!
Lin Feng was furious.
He would kill this ambushing bastard before he died!
"Like it? Then eat your fill!"
Lin Feng steeled himself, bracing the hilt with his left hand and using his right as a hammer, pounding down with all his strength!
Once.
Twice.
Three times!
Then Gale Wind erupted around him. Though he had been nerfed by the change in location, moving from the front mountain to Bull-Head Mountain, and