CHAPTER 1091: CHAPTER 512: PAIN? OR NOT?

[Howl——]

Under the shadow came the painful roar of the Sneering Angel, and the hand grasping Lin Yi’s ankle suddenly exerted force, digging deeply into his flesh.

"Hiss—damn!!"

Fortunately, Lin Yi had already forged his Bone Golden Body; otherwise, this single move might have broken his leg bone.

But not breaking and not hurting are two different concepts. Lin Yi was in such pain that he grimaced and couldn’t help but increase the sawing speed.

"Screech—! Screech—! Screech..."

Lin Yi was like a cheerful little carpenter, sawing in the storm, wood chips flying everywhere.

He quickly sawed off one of the Sneering Angel’s arms. After freeing his own right hand, he grabbed the Big Steel Saw with both arms, placing it against the Sneering Angel’s arm wrapped around his leg, then vigorously started sawing again.

"Creak! Creak! Creak..."

He kept sawing, the sound of the saw interweaving with the sharp screeches of the Sneering Angel, as if performing a kind of sinister opera filled with a cult-like atmosphere.

After sawing off several arms, it was as if he activated some muscle memory and sped up, quickly severing one Sneering Angel arm after another.

The surface area on his leg was limited, so the Sneering Angel’s arms were sawed off more and more, yet he seemed to get more and more engrossed, sawing with increasing madness.

"Huff, huff... Ha ha... Ha ha..."

The golden light in his eyes grew fiercer, and his lips curled up into a crazed arc amid the swirling white dust.

His arms grew stronger, sawing with escalating frequency, and in a daze, he started hearing a joyful humming, feeling a weight on his body as if it were being pressed by something...

But he didn’t have much mind to consider anything else, relentlessly focused on sawing.

And he was completely unaware that as the Big Steel Saw moved, the Sneering Angel’s Transcendent power was gradually being consumed by it, a portion seeming even purified and absorbed into the saw...

Finally, all the arms of the Sneering Angel grasping his leg were sawed off.

With nothing left to saw, he appeared a bit at a loss, his hand holding the Secret Pattern Steel Saw trembling continuously, seemingly caught in some rhythm he couldn’t escape, and his heavy breathing also appeared to contain some special breathing technique.

At this moment, he was like a truck fully revved up, its gas pedal welded down, only wanting to destroy something more.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

His chest heaved continuously, hot streams surging over his body. He looked down at the black shadow beneath him, where part of the Sneering Angel had already been sawed off; its face now showed a mix of twisted fear and resentment...

Yet he couldn’t dive into the shadows, only able to look around repeatedly, searching for something to vent his destructive urge.

However, possibly due to the presence of the Sneering Angel, the breath it emitted made the Nocturnal species and Pseudo-Human sculpture eager yet hesitant to approach Lin Yi due to the "Mist Chasing Light Seeker" feature. Thus, when Lin Yi wanted to crush something, there was nothing around to fall victim.

But just at this moment, that low humming sound returned to his ears, and in a haze, he noticed two small feet dancing on his left shoulder.

The pair of feet wore black square-toed leather shoes and lace white socks, dripping a sticky, black, paint-like substance...

Lin Yi paused slightly, lifting his gaze, instantly realizing what the weight on his body he felt before was...

The little girl sat on his shoulder, hands resting on it, lightly swinging her legs, humming an unknown song. Disregarding the dark and eerie environment, she indeed resembled a girl in an anime, sitting in a corner of a rooftop after class, embracing the sunset glow and looking at the sunset illusions...

Lin Yi was slightly dazed looking at her. If this wasn’t the Contractor’s projection, it would certainly be very captivating...

Wait, no...!

Contractor?!

What the hell...

Lin Yi took a sharp breath, his heart instantly icy, the destructive urge largely extinguished immediately.

As the destructive urge dissipated, the little girl’s silhouette gradually faded away.

Before she vanished, she tilted her head, casting a glance in a particular direction.

Lin Yi, slightly stunned, followed her gaze.

And then, he saw Wei Shan.

Wei Shan was supporting his other shoulder, but his gaze remained fixed where the little girl had sat.

"Wei Sang, can you see...?" Lin Yi widened his mouth.

"I can’t see her." Wei Shan shook his head.

Lin Yi pursed his lip a bit: "I...haven’t said what you could see..."

Wei Shan froze, immediately realizing he misspoke, quickly falling silent, then steadily supporting Lin Yi back to standing up right.

Lin Yi gently shook his left hand, the Big Steel Saw disintegrating into countless fine golden threads, re-entering his forearm.

When the golden threads reverted to Secret Marks, Lin Yi vaguely sensed there was something indescribable added to those marks.

He tried moving his arm, finding everything still normal, full of a sense of control.

He glanced at his watch.