I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession-Chapter 228 - Night of the Hunt (9) Thats all_2

Chapter 228: Night of the Hunt (9) That’s all_2

Chapter 228: Night of the Hunt (9) That’s all_2

Lin An coldly watched Chen Xinmi, “I will find an opportunity to strip away your spirituality and then kill you!”

Chen Xinmi lowered her head to light a slim cigarette, her eyes hazy with smoke as she exhaled, “Talk is cheap, huh, Lin An, I’m waiting for you to come and kill me. Living like this, it’s truly exhausting.”

Her words somehow carried an earnestness and anticipation?

Are you fucking sick in the head?

“But I might not live long enough for you to kill me.” Chen Xinmi looked at Lin An mockingly, gesturing towards the world outside of the tornado, “This witchcraft won’t hold them off for much longer.”

As she said this, her body became translucent, the ghostly mask reappearing on her face. Her wizard’s robe billowed in the wild wind, outlining a beautiful curve as she slowly walked into the tornado.

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Behind her, a black cat slowly approached, looked down at Lin An, its eyes filled with complexity.

As Chen Xinmi walked farther away, the black cat eventually dissolved into nothingness.

“Pfft~”

Lin An forcefully spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling as if his entire body was about to split open with pain everywhere.

Struggling on the ground, he inched closer to Zhuang and the Caidai Witch on his back.

Countless roots still connected the two of them as if they had grown together.

This seemed to be a technique of blood connection with the roots acting as a bridge.

Zhuang’s head was bleeding profusely, with a huge gaping wound and flesh in disarray.

At the same time, there was still some orange-red light surging in Zhuang’s chest, though it looked chaotic, wildly careening in every direction.

Clearly, Zhuang’s body was in a mess at the moment.

But it also meant that he wasn’t completely dead yet.

In the Supernatural World, not being completely dead meant there was still hope.

Lin An finally crawled next to Zhuang, struggling to reach out and touch Zhuang’s chest, carefully sensing his condition.

Ironically, this method of examining bodily condition had been taught by Zhuang himself. It was used to check the status of Sorcerer Zombies and find the optimal cutting points.

Zhuang at this moment…

Seemed like he was beyond saving.

His body began to glow faintly as it decomposed, looking remarkably like a Stone Treasure.

Lin An finally understood why Stone Treasures glowed: their unconscious life pulsation was continually drawing the nourishment of Spirit World Aura.

This energy should have been directed at spirituality, but Zhuang lacked it at the moment.

His antlers had been removed after all.

So the energy started to wildly stimulate Zhuang’s psyche.

Lin An could even guess that Zhuang must be trapped in his past memories at the moment, his psyche producing emotions, sentiments, thoughts, and so on. These, mixed with the Spirit World Aura, finally bloomed into faint glows.

But all these emotions and sentiments required spirituality as their foundation. Now without it, everything was like a rootless duckweed…

The truth about the body, psyche, and spirituality was nothing more than this.

Lin An frowned, quickly pondering if there was any way to save Zhuang.

Boom!

A figure burst through the tornado and crashed to the ground, followed by one after another.

Everyone was tense and excited, but upon witnessing the scene before them, every person was filled with sorrow and solemnity.

The old Witch-hunting Knight clad in a long coat came over, observing carefully before sighing deeply.

“He has reached the end of the road.”

Boom!

Zou Yu slammed his fist into the ground, creating a huge crater, and roared with anger.

The old man in the coat looked back at him, “Prepare the ritual for Zhuang, send him off into the Crimson River.”

The so-called Crimson River was the endless stream above the Purgatory World, where the Witch-hunting Knights met their final resting place.

It was the graveyard of the Witch-hunting Knights’ statues.

Another Witch-hunting Knight, looking pained, pointed at the Caidai Witch, “What about this person?”

The old man touched his mouth thoughtfully, “We all know he’s Zhuang’s son, but he’s not a Witch-hunting Knight, he can’t go to the Crimson River. Let An take him.”

“An, An!” Zou Yu walked over, bellowing, “An is just a liar, I can kill him right now. And you want him to take someone away?”

“Ha~” His eyes red with rage, he let out a scornful laugh, “Black Cat, An, right under our noses, real fucking great~”

The old man stared at him intently, “Let’s decide everything when our leader comes back.”

“Bullshit!” Zou Yu sneered, brandishing his massive weapon, “I think you just want to protect the kid!”

The old man grinned, “I just like the kid, what’s it to you? How about the Black Cat? He’s clearly a wizard, do you know how hard it is for a wizard to live? What’s wrong with having some tricks up his sleeve?”

“Ha, what’s wrong?” Zou Yu fumed, “Yan Zidu, you’ve killed who knows how many wizards in your lifetime, and now you’re giving me this crap about how hard it is for wizards to live?”

“Yeah, did my empathy trigger you? Are you starting to lose your human emotions? I still have some, are you jealous?” The old man retorted, standing with hands akimbo and cursing.

And so the two of them started fighting.

Lin An watched them intently, pursing his lips. To be honest, although his body appeared to be half-crippled, the body capable of unleashing ‘Oil Painting Vision’ sorcery in the form of the Black Cat and ‘Spatial Shuttle’ sorcery as Zou Yu was unharmed.

If it came down to it, running away was always an option!

But if he ran, Zhuang would no longer stand a chance of being saved!