"Old Nine!"
A horse-faced transmigrator let out a mournful wail, his face contorted in pain as he stared at the man who had just been killed by Ye Lin.
"Everyone, go for it! That kid has been severely injured by Old Nine's iron fist. He won't last long!"
Soon, another person charged forward. This time, it was a sword-wielding transmigrator. His long sword glinted with a cold light in the darkness.
He struck quickly and fiercely, piercing Ye Lin's lung obliquely and passing through his lung tissue.
"Don't worry. My sword is very accurate! Such an injury won't kill you, but it will leave you completely incapacitated. If you move, your lungs will be in excruciating pain..."
Before he could finish, Ye Lin's knife was already there. At this point, the Yangshou Blade Technique had been stacked to seventy layers, and its power was even more terrifying.
With one strike, the sword-wielding transmigrator was split into two.
"Old Seven!"
The horse-faced transmigrator wailed again.
"Quickly! That kid has been stabbed by Old Seven's sword. He can't hold on much longer!"
Swoosh!
A glint of cold light appeared first, followed by a swift thrust like a dragon!
A transmigrator specializing in the spear charged forward, impaling Ye Lin through the heart.
Ye Lin's response was simple. With a blade of the Yangshou Blade Technique stacked to seventy-five layers, he thrust out forcefully, piercing the transmigrator through as well. Blood gushed from his mouth, and he soon lost his life.
"Old Eleven! Hurry up! He's been stabbed by a sword and a spear. This time he's definitely done for!" The horse-faced transmigrator wailed once more.
"Wind Magic! Wind Blade Slash!"
Another transmigrator quickly formed hand seals. The air around Ye Lin suddenly became turbulent, as if a furious beast was roaring. Invisible forces gathered together, forming a sharp wind blade that cut through the night sky, heading straight for Ye Lin.
In the reflection of the wind blade, Ye Lin's figure looked exceptionally lonely. Facing this fatal Wind Blade Slash, he still did not dodge.
Swoosh.
The sound of a sharp blade cutting flesh rang out. The wind blade left countless deep, bone-exposing wounds on Ye Lin's body, one of which even cut into his abdomen, almost spilling his intestines.
After such a severe injury, Ye Lin could no longer hold on and collapsed softly to the ground.
"Hmph! I told you he was done for! Tie him up and take him to Boss Kenson!" The horse-faced transmigrator shouted excitedly.
The others also heaved a sigh of relief. With such serious injuries, if Ye Lin didn't fall down, they would have gone crazy.
Three transmigrators stepped forward to bind Ye Lin, but at that moment, Ye Lin suddenly jumped up and shouted.
"For Piltover! For the Dark Horse!"
He swung the Starfall Heaven Scar, spinning around in a circle. The Yangshou Blade Technique stacked to eighty-five layers instantly cut the three transmigrators approaching him in half at the waist.
"Old Five! Old Six! Old Ten!"
The horse-faced transmigrator let out another mournful wail. He couldn't understand how Ye Lin could still resist after such severe injuries.
At this point, Ye Lin was covered in blood, looking like a bloody man. There was a sword and a long spear stuck in his body. Logically speaking, a normal person with such injuries would be lying in the ICU drinking rice porridge.
But Ye Lin was still as lively as ever, it was simply unbelievable.
"He must be experiencing a deathbed recovery! Go for it and take him down!" The horse-faced transmigrator shouted.
This time, no one dared to show off. Three transmigrators attacked Ye Lin simultaneously from three directions.
One of them was the wind magic transmigrator from earlier. The sharp wind blade struck again. The other two, one with a knife and the other a fire mage.
The wind fanned the flames. The wind and fire transmigrators,The wind fanned the flames. The two transformed users, one of wind and one of fire, launched their attacks simultaneously, and the flames instantly spread across the sky. But at this moment, Ye Lin's Yangshou Sword Technique had reached its maximum of ninety-nine layers. He was no longer prepared to just sit and wait for his death.
"Banishing Spell? Dance of the Instant!" Ye Lin sacrificed a heart and immediately gained ten times the agility. He turned into a streak of light and charged into the sea of flames before him.
By the time the two transformed users realized what was happening, Ye Lin had already appeared before them with his sword drawn, like the Grim Reaper descending upon them.
Swish! Swish!
Two flashes of sword light passed, and the two mages of wind and fire became two warm corpses.
With the power of the ninety-nine layers of Yangshou Sword Technique, they had no chance to resist when they were up close.
"Second! Fourth!" The horse-faced transformed user wailed for the sixth time. Immediately after, two dark figures appeared behind Ye Lin. They were the transformed user with the sword and the long-hidden Eighth!
The transformed user with the sword slashed at Ye Lin's back, while the Eighth produced a sharp dagger and instantly pierced Ye Lin's kidney. In an instant, Ye Lin was severely wounded once again.
"Ha↑Ha↑Ha↑Ha↓Ha↑, do you think you can kill me?"
Ye Lin turned around and with one swift stroke, ended the lives of the two transformed users who had attacked him from behind, cleanly and efficiently.
"Third! Eighth!"
The horse-faced transformed user wailed for the seventh time. Now, he was the only one left alive beside him.
Looking at Ye Lin, who was bleeding from all seven orifices, covered in wounds, with a sword in his left chest, a gun in his right, a knife embedded in his back, and a dagger in his kidney, still walking towards him step by step, the horse-faced transformed user was terrified out of his wits.
"Monster... you're a monster!"
"Why can you still be alive after such severe injuries? Are you human or a ghost?"
Ye Lin tilted his head slightly.
"Monster? That's not a bad name. I'm still in human form only because of my personal preference."
Ye Lin had discovered long ago that even if his immortal body was cut into pieces and reassembled into a non-human form, he could still survive. But after living as a human for so long, Ye Lin still felt more comfortable in human form.
With a swift movement of his sword, Ye Lin severed the tendons in the horse-faced transformed user's hands and feet. As he listened to the other's screams, Ye Lin lowered his eyes expressionlessly and placed the sword at the other's throat, demanding.
"Now, tell me, where is Kenson? What's the highest level of transformed user in this underground black market?" ?