"Holy fucking shit, don't push it too far!"
Why did he have it so bitter? Who had he offended? This War Behemoth kept its sights fixed on him and no one else.
And what was going on with Qiu Li? How had he turned into a War Behemoth?
He couldn't figure it out.
Boom!
The War Behemoth stomped down, making the earth tremble. When it lifted its foot, a deep crater already lay beneath it.
If someone got stepped on, wouldn't they turn into meat paste?
Lü Qiming looked shocked. "What on earth is going on? Why does the War Behemoth keep targeting Junior Brother Lin?"
Yin Xiaotian joined him, equally baffled by the situation before them. "Strange, truly strange. War Behemoths are vicious weapons of war unique to the Sunshine Sect. There should be absolutely no possibility of anything going wrong. Now this War Behemoth has killed its two controllers, so it's clearly broken free of their control."
"I'll go rescue Junior Brother Lin now," Lü Qiming said. In his view, Junior Brother Lin couldn't possibly hold out much longer. Probably only those who had experienced it could know how terrifying a War Behemoth was.
Anyone below the Earthly Dipper Realm who encountered a War Behemoth had only death awaiting them.
Yin Xiaotian stopped Lü Qiming. "Don't throw your life away. What could you do even if you went? You'd only be adding another life to the toll."
"But we can't just watch our junior brother face danger," Lü Qiming said.
"Fuck, you forced me to do this."
Lin Fan was furious now. A kind man was bullied by others. He must have been too friendly for this bastard to think he was easy to bully.
Draws. I want draws.
He couldn't stand it anymore. If he wanted to kill this War Behemoth, he could only rely on the draws.
Luckily, he had saved quite a few points, enough to take a gamble.
300 points consumed. Silver draw: thank you for your patronage. Keep trying.
"Fuck you."
Where was the promised opening win? Why was his luck so rotten?
No, I have to keep drawing.
Give me ten consecutive draws. I'll be satisfied if I get a grenade.
1,000 points consumed. Bronze draw: thank you for your patronage. Keep trying.
Lin Fan was dumbfounded. After this whole string of draws, why were they all "thank you for your patronage. Keep trying"? Was there nothing else?
Suddenly.
Bronze draw: congratulations on drawing one Type 82-2 egg-shaped hand grenade production manual.
"I don't want this!" Lin Fan wanted to cover his face. This was going to get him killed.
Bronze draw: congratulations on drawing one rotten egg that attracts flies.
Lin Fan: "???"
What the hell was all this stuff? He only had 1,200 points left now.
He was starting to despair. Without even turning his head, he could feel that behemoth behind him keeping its sights fixed on him. It simply wouldn't rest until it killed him.
"Fuck it, I'm going all in. Four consecutive silver draws! I refuse to believe I can't draw something good."
Silver draw: thank you for your patronage. Keep trying. Silver draw: congratulations on drawing one small storage ring. Silver draw: thank you for your patronage. Keep trying. Silver draw: congratulations on drawing one low-grade mystic-tier cultivation pill, the Dragon-Tiger Great Nourishment Pill.
"2,400 points, gone just like that?" Lin Fan began cursing inwardly. What the hell had he drawn? Couldn't it give him something useful?
Points, I need points. Without points, I'm finished.
At that moment, Lin Fan turned his gaze toward the Sunshine Sect disciples. Throwing all caution to the winds, he swung his nine-ring broadsword and charged at them, howling.
"Oh no, that bastard's coming toward us!"
"Watch out! The War Behemoth is behind him!"
Under the War Behemoth's imposing might, some Sunshine Sect disciples had already been scared out of their wits. Lin Fan seized the opportunity and hacked away wildly.
Points +40. Points +30.
And the War Behemoth's only target was Lin Fan. As for those Sunshine Sect disciples, why would it care about them? One stomp crushed a whole swath of them to death.
Screams rose one after another, utterly miserable.
At the sight, Lin Fan's liver and gall nearly split. You beast! These are all my points! How many points am I losing with that stomp of yours?
The Sunshine Sect had descended into chaos. "Help! I don't want to die!"
They would rather fight the Flame Magnificence Sect's people head-on than be trampled to death by the War Behemoth.
Seeing this, the Flame Magnificence Sect disciples' eyes brimmed with hot tears.
"Look! Even while the War Behemoth is chasing him, Senior Brother Lin hasn't forgotten to slaughter the Sunshine Sect. How can we let Senior Brother Lin face this alone? Everyone, charge! Fight these Sunshine Sect disciples to the death!"
"Senior Brother Lin truly is my idol."
The Flame Magnificence Sect disciples weren't blind. They had already seen everything before them clearly.
Even while being chased by such a terrifying War Behemoth, Senior Brother Lin remained utterly fearless and still didn't forget to kill Sunshine Sect disciples. How could such spirit, such determination, fail to move them?
"Charge! Don't go near the behemoth. Just kill Sunshine Sect disciples!"
"Understood!"
They had been thoroughly swept up by Lin Fan, but they weren't stupid. If they went near Senior Brother Lin, only death awaited them.
Those Sunshine Sect disciples were already in utter panic. This was nothing like what they had imagined earlier. Their formation had been completely thrown into disarray.
This fucking Flame Magnificence Sect disciple was luring the War Behemoth straight toward them. Who knew how many disciples had already died beneath its feet?
Seeing the Flame Magnificence Sect disciples plunge into the Sunshine Sect disciples' ranks, Lin Fan roared inwardly.
Beasts! A bunch of beasts! What are you trying to do?
These are all my points! You're fucking sweeping them all up!
He had already thought it through clearly. Since he couldn't escape now, they should at least let him harvest a few more points, shouldn't they?
Now that you've all charged over here, what the hell am I supposed to harvest?
Without bothering about how many there were, he simply hacked away wildly.
Points +50. Points +60.
A Sunshine Sect disciple at the Body Tempering Seventh Stage abruptly brandished his weapon when he saw Lin Fan charging toward him. He wanted to kill this bastard, but when he raised his head and saw the War Behemoth following behind, his legs began trembling.
The hideously ferocious War Behemoth bellowed and roared. A stomp of its foot, a strike of its fist-its might was utterly staggering, and no one could stop it.
Lin Fan shouted, "Brother up ahead, run! I won't touch you! This behemoth is too dangerous!"
That Sunshine Sect disciple believed Lin Fan and immediately turned to flee. Then, seeing the War Behemoth still following close behind, he couldn't help roaring, "Stop following me! It's only chasing you!"
Lin Fan said, "Run! Don't look back!"
"Fuck!" That Sunshine Sect disciple was furious, but there was nothing he could do. He could only lower his head and run madly.
Splurt!
"Didn't... didn't you promise not to attack?" This Sunshine Sect disciple was dumbstruck. He felt he had been deceived.
Lin Fan pulled out his blade and called back, "I forgot..."
Hard Cultivation Points +70.
Sweet!
But the headache was that this War Behemoth was still following him. What exactly should he do?
He wasn't afraid of this War Behemoth trampling him to death at all, but he was afraid it would swallow him. Now that would be fucking fun.