Chapter 108 Devil Head

When Wang Lin spoke these words, the expressions of Zhou Zihong and the other two immediately changed drastically. Lin Tao, in particular, instantly turned pale and hurriedly retreated. The Wandering Soul, upon receiving the command, immediately lunged at Lin Tao without a word.

Zhou Zihong bit her lower lip, wanting to stop it, but couldn't open her mouth. Senior Brother Yang, on the other hand, let out a soft sigh, a complicated look flashing across his face.

Lin Tao unleashed his full speed, but instead of fleeing far away, he frantically ran in circles nearby, trying to dodge the Wandering Soul. He knew that even if he ran, setting aside whether he could outrun the Wandering Soul, even if he miraculously escaped, the Outer Realm Battlefield was so vast that he was absolutely certain he wouldn't be able to return to the Teleportation Formation alive.

Thinking of this, he quickly said: "Senior, I have no relationship with Ma Liang. In all these years as fellow disciples, we have barely spoken. Senior, please spare my life! I… I am willing to become your servant. Please spare my life!"

Lin Tao said anxiously. By now, the Wandering Soul was extremely close to him. Wang Lin glanced at him with a half-smile, waved his right hand, and the Wandering Soul immediately stopped.

Cold sweat broke out on Lin Tao's forehead. He didn't dare to wipe it off. Instead, he stood respectfully to the side and said: "Senior, you… you must be an expert from a high-Rank Cultivation Country. Lin Tao is fortunate to become your servant and will absolutely harbor no ill will." As he spoke, he formed a hand seal with both hands and suddenly pressed it against his forehead. Immediately, a crystal-clear drop of blood essence seeped out from between his brows and slowly floated toward Wang Lin.

After the blood essence appeared, Lin Tao immediately looked listless and weak, watching Wang Lin nervously.

Wang Lin waved his large hand, grabbed the blood essence, and fixed his gaze on Senior Brother Yang.

Seeing Wang Lin accept the blood essence, Lin Tao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He knew his life was saved. Lin Tao was very smart. He was arguably the first person to notice Wang Lin's strangeness, guessing that Ma Liang was already dead and that this Junior Brother before them was undergoing Possession. But he dared not speak of it, nor dared to warn Yang and Zhou Zihong.

Lin Tao knew deeply that following Wang Lin was his only chance for survival right now. Even if Wang Lin didn't kill him, just driving him away would mean certain death. Therefore, there was no need to weigh or consider the decision. The moment Wang Lin ordered the Wandering Soul to kill him, Lin Tao understood that the opponent had clearly discovered long ago that he knew the truth, so he didn't pretend to be ignorant or question him, as that would only hasten his death.

This was Lin Tao's cleverness—willingly becoming a slave without hesitation, and even offering a trace of his Soul blood essence to the other party.

After receiving his blood essence, if Wang Lin merely had a single thought, he would suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. But Lin Tao had no choice; to continue following Wang Lin, this was the only way.

At this moment, he moved swiftly to Wang Lin's side, his Flying Sword flashing with cold light, pointing its tip at Yang and Zhou Zihong. He did this without the slightest hesitation, knowing that since he had become a servant, he must do what a servant should do, even if it was just putting on a show.

The Yang-named man smiled bitterly and sighed inwardly. Without a word, he slapped his forehead, agreeing to let a drop of Soul blood essence float out from between his brows, flying toward Wang Lin.

His realization that Wang Lin was strange, guessing that he might have undergone Possession, was no slower than Lin Tao's. He had been terrified the entire journey. Now that the matter was laid bare, after a brief consideration, he decided to become the other party's servant. After all, what was dignity compared to life and death? Moreover, the other party was clearly a Senior from a high-Rank Cultivation Country, an expert whom even the Wandering Souls feared. By following him, perhaps he would have an Opportunity later on.

After offering his blood essence, he looked at his Junior Sister Zhou Zihong beside him with a complicated expression and advised: "Junior Sister, you…"

Zhou Zihong waved her hand, looked at Wang Lin, pursed her red lips, and whispered: "Senior, when… when you performed Possession, was Ma Liang alive or dead?" After speaking, her gaze was calm, staring at Wang Lin without blinking.

She had wanted to ask this question ever since she first sensed that Wang Lin was acting strangely.

Wang Lin glanced at her and replied: "Dead."

Zhou Zihong breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether the answer was true or false, she didn't want to ask any further. Intuitively, she believed the other party wasn't lying. Furthermore, in the eyes of the other party, the three of them were probably less than ants, so there was no need to lie to them.

Thus, without a word, she offered her own Soul blood essence.

The three drops of blood essence floated before Wang Lin. He opened his mouth and sucked them in. Three faint light spots immediately appeared within his Divine Sense. With just a single thought, the three of them could suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

In fact, Wang Lin hadn't concealed anything along the way. Anyone previously familiar with Ma Liang would notice the anomaly. Coupled with the fact that the Wandering Souls feared him, a little thought was enough to guess the truth.

Wang Lin was not a bloodthirsty person, but if these three weren't smart, there was nothing he could do. The matter of his Possession absolutely could not be revealed. As for what happens after leaving the Outer Realm Battlefield, that would be easy to explain—fifty years was certainly enough time to change a person's character.

After Zhou Zihong, Yang Xiong, and Lin Tao became servants, their tightly coiled nerves immediately relaxed. Standing behind Wang Lin, Zhou Zihong looked at him, her heart filled with complex emotions. She knew she was very beautiful. Previously, in the War God Hall, many fellow disciples pursued her, and she had rejected them all.

Zhou Zihong had once sworn that she would never choose a Dual Cultivation Dao Companion until she reached the Core Formation stage. But now, she was already a servant. If the other party demanded that she serve him in bed… Thinking of this, Zhou Zihong's heart grew even more chaotic.

She didn't know that Wang Lin had no interest in such matters.

After collecting the trio's Soul blood essence, Wang Lin stared at the Wandering Soul, stroked his chin, and immediately contacted his three neighbors using his Divine Sense.

"I want this Wandering Soul."

The three neighbors fell silent. After a long time, a reply came back.

"Newborn Soul Devourer, there is one thing you haven't figured out. As a 'Soul,' you cannot leave this place."

"A Wandering Soul is also a type of Soul, merely inferior in Rank compared to us. But since it is a Soul, it possesses the power of a Soul. Any creature with a Soul will be its food. Likewise, they are food for us."

"We Soul Devourers cannot directly devour the Souls of others; we can only grow stronger by devouring Wandering Souls."

"Given the power of Souls, low-Rank Cultivators have no power to resist them. Even if high-Rank Cultivators are not afraid, if the number of Wandering Souls is great, the result is the same. And Wandering Souls, to us, are both weapons, slaves, and food. Have you ever considered what the consequences would be if a Soul entered the Living Being Space?"

"Newborn Soul Devourer, I can tell you very clearly: once Wandering Souls enter the Living Being Space, if their numbers are small, it will be a catastrophe. In the Living Being Space, Wandering Souls are also called Devil Heads."

"If their numbers are large, the Living Being Space will turn into a new Silent Destruction Space—the place where we were before. Among those Wandering Souls, one will eventually become a Soul Devourer."

"Between Silent Destruction and the Living Being Space, there exists the Boundary Rule Law. Anyone attempting to cross the boundary will be erased."

Wang Lin had never heard of these things before. He remained silent for a moment and then asked: "Then what kind of space is this Outer Realm Battlefield?"

"This place is a chaotic land opened up by great powerful beings of the Spirit Realm, existing between the Living Being Space and Silent Destruction. Even so, Wandering Souls still cannot drill out from the space Rift. Only when this place is about to collapse and we enter, can they come in."

"Therefore, you simply cannot leave, let alone that Wandering Soul."

"If you like that Wandering Soul, I can give it to you, but ultimately, you must return to the Silent Destruction Space with us. This is the mission of the Soul Devourers."

The voices of the three neighbors slowly faded away. Wang Lin stood frozen in place, his expression fluctuating between dark and light.

Zhou Zihong and the other two saw Wang Lin standing motionless for a long time, his expression growing increasingly grim. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately became nervous.

Lin Tao wondered if the other party was still uneasy, and if he wanted to silence them, what should he do?

Zhou Zihong thought about the matter of serving him in bed, a look of struggle appearing on her face.

Yang Xiong was even more terrified. He thought more deeply, worried not only about his own life but also harboring a trace of fear that the other party might abandon Ma Liang and take Possession of his body instead.

Wang Lin's expression was grim. He moved his body and flew forward, heading directly for the Teleportation Formation. Zhou Zihong and the other two exchanged glances and quickly followed. As for the Wandering Soul, it cautiously followed far behind.

The further they walked, the more corpses of Cultivators they saw. But whenever Wang Lin approached, Wandering Souls would drill out of the bodies and quickly move aside, daring not to block him.

Such a strange sight naturally attracted the attention of other Cultivators frantically fleeing to this area. Someone, perhaps, took the lead and followed behind the four. Wang Lin didn't even spare them a glance and continued flying.

The Wandering Souls hesitated for a moment, cautiously devoured the Cultivator who was trailing furthest behind, and upon seeing that Wang Lin did not stop them, they immediately swarmed forward. In an instant, screams rang out repeatedly. The Cultivators scattered with a crash, returning to their respective desperate flight teams.

A day later, the Teleportation Formation was faintly visible. There were even more dried corpses and Wandering Souls everywhere here. Consequently, this area had become a restricted zone, and no Cultivator dared to approach. Even if some lucky ones managed to fight their way in, they were immediately pounced upon by Wandering Souls the moment they entered.

Within a ten-li radius, besides the early survivors inside the Teleportation Formation and Wang Lin's group of four, there were no other living people.

Looking at the Teleportation Formation from afar, Wang Lin pondered for a moment, then said to Zhou Zihong and the other two: "The three of you enter the Teleportation Formation."

The three dared not refuse and flew forward bravely. Fortunately, the Wandering Souls seemed to have received a command and did not stop the trio. After watching them successfully enter the Teleportation Formation, Wang Lin retreated, found a spot, sat down cross-legged, and stared at the Teleportation Formation, his eyes flickering.

He grabbed with his large hand, and a trembling Wandering Soul was immediately sucked over from nearby. Wang Lin pointed toward the Teleportation Formation. The Wandering Soul struggled immediately but still obeyed Wang Lin's command and lunged toward the Teleportation Formation.

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